A huge golden light rotated around Jing Jiujiu's body. The golden light was so dazzling that it burned the ghosts crowded around in the film and television city. They all tried to avoid it, but they couldn't help but look at him with greedy and yearning eyes.
Finally, the ghosts knelt down together under the awe of the power.
The cold mechanical voice sounded again at the same time:
Drops new title "God of Creation of All Things"
Jing Jiujiu:
ah.
Is it so cool
…
The film has been completely completed.
Bai Yuhuai's studio, company, and the official crew all posted a Weibo post announcing the completion of the filming.
There are two photos in total on Weibo.
The first photo shows Bai Yuhuai holding a bunch of withered flowers, with his head lowered. His handsome and indifferent profile contrasts with the flowers, giving off an indescribable feeling of desolation.
The other photo seemed to include all the members of the crew, and they turned into small black balls in the photo.
Don’t you think this is strange? As soon as the film was finished, I saw that the dark clouds hanging over the film city were less.
In the second photo, I always felt like I saw something strange...
what
A tall figure wearing a crown and red clothes
A backdrop, right? It's a horror movie after all.
Netizens had heated discussions on the photo.
But no one knew that the photo framed the underworld.
The day after the film was completed, all staff members evacuated the film studio and returned to their families.
Only Jing Jiujiu and her group remained in the city.
Yan Mo sat on the ground, there was not even a chair that fit his body shape.
As for the desk in front of him, it was a small desk brought from the building, used by primary school students. He just sat there, with no disdain on his face.
Jing Jiujiu lay on the table, stretched out her hand and poked it.
That's a pen.
It is seven inches long and completely black, but has golden inscriptions engraved on it.
"Judge's pen?"
"Um."
Poke another thing.
This thing looks much more tattered, yellowed, and without even a cover. It's so rotten that it looks like the pages will fall off at any moment.
"The Book of Life and Death?"
"Um."
Yan Mo stared at Jing Jiujiu and managed to force out a voice from his throat: "... one more... missing."
Jing Jiujiu: "Meng Po?"
Yan Mo: “…” “No, no.”
"oh."
Jing Jiujiu's impression of the underworld legends only included the King of Hell, Meng Po and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, all of which he learned from reading the Journey to the West comic book when he was a child.
More... I really don't understand.
If it weren't for Bai Yuhuai's daily science popularization, he would still know nothing about metaphysics, ghosts and gods.
Bai Yuhuai walked up from behind, reached out and gently stroked Jing Jiujiu's neck, then put his arms around his waist, gently hugged him and held him down.
Bai Yuhuai then spoke up: "One is missing from the Six Paths of Reincarnation."
Yan Mo looked at Bai Yuhuai with a look of caution as if he was facing a great enemy. Yan Mo responded in a low voice: "Hmm."
But after he answered, he seemed to feel embarrassed again.
"Once there was a god who carved a diagram of the six realms of reincarnation on stone. If the stone carving was placed in the underworld, the six realms of reincarnation would naturally restart." Bai Yuhuai's tone was still flat, as if he was talking about something unimportant.
Yan Mo paused, then slowly bent down, lowered his head, and looked at Bai Yuhuai: "How... did you... know?"
When Jing Jiujiu heard this question, she was also startled, turned her head and asked, "Could it be Zhuo Wu Ke's?"
Bai Yuhuai: “Yeah.”
Master Zhou listened to a few sentences nearby and understood vaguely. He couldn't help but interrupt: "This Zhuo Wu is really amazing... Is he responsible for everything?"
Bai Yuhuai pursed his lips, glanced at Jing Jiujiu's expression, and denied, "Not that great."
Master Zhou:
Isn’t this amazing
The six reincarnations carved in stone, when placed in the underworld, can come true. Isn't that amazing? This is almost equivalent to turning stone into gold and making people out of clay, right? If this were put in a story about cultivating immortals, it would definitely be a saint who knows everything about heaven and earth, with great power and great fortune!
"Then where is this stone carving?" Jing Jiujiu asked, paused, and then answered to herself: "It is also on Mount Gushe? The corpse that Master Tingyi found was found there. ... Did Zhuo Wu live on Mount Gushe in the past?"
Bai Yuhuai: “Yeah.”
Jing Jiujiu stood firm and wanted to reach out and pat Yan Mo on the shoulder to entrust him with the task of guarding the "New Underworld", but when she stretched out her hand, she found that she really couldn't reach him.
Jing Jiujiu wrinkled her nose.
You can't just stretch your hand out to touch it... How ugly...
At this time, Yan Mo suddenly bent his waist lower, and pushed his shoulder under Jing Jiujiu's hand, allowing Jing Jiujiu to touch him.
Yan Mo: "I will stay here... to suppress the thousands of ghosts. Thank you for your going..."
Bai Yuhuai felt a subtle sourness and his eyes were fixed on Yan Mo's shoulder.
At this time, Yan Mo and Jing Jiujiu were still looking at each other.
Even though Yan Mo's face was deathly pale, his eyes didn't move at all, and there was no emotion in them, but Bai Yuhuai still felt an indescribable sourness... It was as if the two of them were exchanging glances in front of him.
Bai Yuhuai asked, "Where's Assistant Zeng?"
Jing Jiujiu's attention was indeed immediately drawn back.
He turned to look at Lin Zhi.
Lin Zhi gave him an OK sign: "I understand, I understand!"
Linzhi grabbed a ball of chaos and asked it where Assistant Zeng had gone.
Hun Dun mumbled something in a gibberish, but I couldn't really understand it, and then he flew out of Lin Zhi's hand.
"Oh shit!"
"Mad..."
Assistant Zeng was now holding his chest, looking utterly embarrassed, and hardly dared to recall the shock that seemed to have shaken the world at that moment.
Although he had heard countless descriptions of the gods returning to their positions from his superiors, when this moment actually came, Assistant Zeng felt horrified. It was simply not something that humans could touch...
Turn a city into the underworld
How could he think of that!
With such power, wouldn't it be easy to crush him to death
Assistant Zeng thought of this and ran faster.
But before he could step out of the city, his figure suddenly became lighter and a gray ball wrapped him up.
"Ah! What is that?"
"Let go! Ahhh..."
Assistant Zeng felt dizzy from being carried in the air, and finally the plane stopped.
"Bang", he was thrown to the ground and fell unconscious.
Jing Jiujiu squatted down, stared at him, and said slowly: "Aren't you going to take me back? We can go now."
His tone was polite, even a little light.
Assistant Zeng felt his scalp tingling after hearing this.
He raised his head cautiously and looked at Jing Jiujiu... The boy's face was still as beautiful as ever, but he had the illusion that he had brought a devil back with him.
Bai Yuhuai stood aside and whispered, "Let's go."
Assistant Zeng was bitten by the little ghost, and he was so scared that he rolled over and crawled to his feet: "Let's go, let's go! Let's go now!"
They all got on the car.
Assistant once worked as a driver.
Xu Sanyu, Lin Zhi, Master Zhou... and the little ghosts, they didn't bring any of them.
There were only three people in the car.
But the fewer people there were, the more oppressive Assistant Zeng felt, and he didn't even dare to breathe.
There are two people in the back seat.
"Playing games?"
"beat."
Assistant Zeng's face was numb. He was trembling with fear at the beginning, but happy at the end.
The most unbearable thing is that he played the following games poorly.
He didn't dare to say it yet.
When the car finally arrived at the destination, Assistant Zeng felt as if he was in some kind of torture in purgatory. When he pushed open the car door and stepped out, his steps were staggering.
"… right here."
Jing Jiujiu and Bai Yuhuai did not get out of the car.
Assistant Zeng couldn't help but turn around: "You..." As soon as he opened his mouth, he immediately understood. It's really sad, after so many days of study, I can actually understand what they mean without any teacher.
Assistant Zeng gritted his teeth humbly, walked forward and knocked on the door.
In front of me was a village-style "villa". Outside the villa area, there was a large iron gate with Yin-Yang Bagua symbols painted on it. The symbol array was so huge that it almost covered the entire door. It seemed that only in this way could the things inside be suppressed.
This place is not far from the film and television city.
No wonder among the first wave of ghosts that came, there was the kind of ghost with multiple hands and feet that I had seen on the Taoist priest.
Assistant Zeng raised his hand and knocked three times, and the person inside immediately understood.
With a creaky sound, the door slowly opened from the inside.
Many people in white clothes surrounded a young man and slowly approached. They all bowed in the direction of Jing Jiujiu and performed a great ceremony: "Welcome the returning spirit..."
Jing Jiujiu licked her lower lip.
Just this picture.
It’s enough to arrest them and sentence them to several years in prison.
The young man stood up first. He stared at Jing Jiujiu and whispered, "Although I saw him once a thousand years ago, today I finally get to see the true face of the god."
Jing Jiujiu: "You saw me a thousand years ago?"
The young man smiled and said, "After Zhuo Wu's deduction, he once drew a portrait of you. I have treasured that portrait for a thousand years and hung it above my bed..."
When Hua said this, Bai Yuhuai's face had already darkened slightly.
What kind of person deserves to have a portrait of Jiujiu hanging above his bed
"I smeared it with fat to ensure it would not decay for a thousand years, and it's still lifelike now." The smile on the young man's face deepened.
Bai Yuhuai whispered in Jing Jiujiu's ear: "Fat oil is corpse oil."
Jing Jiujiu: “…”
He quickly grabbed Bai Yuhuai's sleeve and whispered in his ear: "Is there something wrong with this person?"
How horrible! They actually used this kind of stuff for preservation!
The young man took him inside and insisted on taking him to see the painting.
Jing Jiujiu wanted to see, but was a little afraid to do so. She just tightened Bai Yuhuai's sleeves a little more and asked Bai Yuhuai in a low voice: "Why don't they seem to recognize you?"
"No one has seen Zhuowu's true face." Bai Yuhuai whispered in his ear.
Only then did Assistant Zeng hurriedly follow.
The others gathered around and congratulated him on his great achievement.
Assistant Zeng's eyes were dull. What great achievement? What I brought back was a disaster!
This Jing Jiujiu: "Huh?"
At this time, they finally entered his room under the guidance of the young man and saw the portrait hanging on the head of the bed.
The portrait is indeed not decayed and still looks lifelike.
The brushstrokes are delicate and vividly depict the appearance of Jingjiujiu.
The young man stared at the painting with a somewhat fanatical look on his face, and said: "This painting is exactly like yours. It's just that... I don't know why Zhuo Wu didn't add eyes to the person in the painting back then."
In that painting—
Jing Jiujiu stood by the black lake. The sky collapsed, the earth cracked, and everything in the world was shaking. Only he stood there steadily, with a peaceful and beautiful face and slightly lowered eyes. Only a thin layer of mist wrapped around his body, like a lingering spiritual energy that replaced his clothes.
Bare feet, arms, neck to collarbone... all clearly visible.
Jing Jiujiu:
Jing Jiujiu: "Why were you a..."
Old-slut
Bai Yuhuai's face turned green.