Fang Zheng had been paying attention to that weird crow on the treetop for a long time.
Because from the very beginning, he caught an imperceptible cold breath on this black crow.
He didn't know if the Michelin fat master who was relied on by the director also noticed the strangeness of the crow
So Fangzheng remained calm, intending to wait and see the reaction of the Michelin master, hoping to use this to test the opponent's true strength.
After the shooting of this scene, the surrounding sky began to darken, and the crew began to return, and the crow actually followed all the way.
Fangzheng seemed to be chatting with the local tyrant Dong, but in fact he didn't take it lightly, and kept paying attention to the black-feathered crow.
But all the way was safe and sound, and nothing strange happened.
Dumb—dumb—
The black-feathered crow followed along, making a shrill and unpleasant noise.
Just when everyone in the crew entered the mountain village, dumb-ロ...
Biu! A stone pierced through the air, and the crow stopped abruptly in the middle of its cry. Its body fell from the top of a tree into a river that just flowed outside the village.
"Unfortunately, I thought there would be roasted game for extra meals in the evening." Master Michelin wore a saponin robe that was stretched tight by his fat body, twisted his fat body, and walked towards the village cursing.
"Hey, buddy, I know you. You are the one who played the part of the villain this afternoon... who... In short, your role as the villain is very good and very distinctive." As if sensing his gaze, Master Michelin turned his head and greeted Fang Zheng with a friendly smile. Showing a mouthful of white teeth.
"Fangzheng." Fangzheng introduced himself generously.
Master Michelin smiled proudly: "Haha, come on, I am looking forward to seeing your villain in the movie after the movie is released."
Looking at Michelin... Ah no, it was Master Wang who left, Fangzheng looked thoughtfully at the river outside the village.
After the crow died, the human skin scripture did not respond, and did not absorb the gray air...
Fangzheng could no longer feel the breath of the crow, so he was sure that the crow was dead, but he didn't get the gray air... Is it because the ant meat is too small, and the human skin scriptures can't be picked
It seems that this human skin scripture has never really been poor. No matter how small an ant's legs are, it can still be meat that can supplement protein.
After the crew returned to the village, some people were already distributing lunch boxes.
While receiving the lunch box, Fangzheng overheard a few conversations between the director and the prop master and the Michelin master.
Recently, the crew loses props and costumes every day. No matter how prepared they are, they still lose props and costumes every day, not batteries, or other valuables, but only props and costumes. Seeing that the prop master is going to suffer from neurasthenia, his eyes are wide open in the middle of the night, he can’t sleep like a toad eye, the director is afraid that something will happen to the prop master, so he hopes to invite Master Michelin to help the prop master guard Set props, see if you can catch this thief who only steals props and costumes.
Master Michelin immediately agreed, and the prop master, whose eyes were bloodshot from staying up all night, quickly expressed his thanks.
In the dead of night, there are few lonely stars.
Today is a gray cloudy day.
When everything in the village is quiet and everyone has rested, even the local tyrant next door can hear the sound of breathing evenly, and seems to have fallen asleep. Then I saw the figure of Fang Zheng, who had changed into a costume, walking along the sewage pipes on the outer wall. He landed on both feet without a sound.
Longtou Lake.
When Fangzheng reappeared in Longtou Lake, with one boat and one person, the corpse hunter was unshakable and was already waiting here.
At this moment, the Corpse Retriever was pale with blood loss, but there was no abnormality on his body, but in fact, under the clothes, the Corpse Retriever was covered with bandages.
However, under the darkness of night, everyone didn't notice that the corpse fisherman's expression was wrong.
When Fangzheng arrived, there was already a person sitting silently on the boat.
Fangzheng was still the same as yesterday, he found the innermost corner and sat down alone, quietly waiting for the remaining two passengers.
Ten minutes later, the third passenger boarded the ship, and along with the cold night wind, a gust of fragrant air was inhaled between the chest and lungs. Fangzheng was surprised that it was the same girl whom he met twice in a row last night.
At this time, the three people on the boat were still all costumes and props of the crew, like a boat of "armed elements" who were about to board the boat to do something.
The fourth passenger did not wait long and also appeared one after another.
This passenger was still in costume, but when other people saw the fourth passenger, they all stared at him curiously.
This is like a 180-pound fat man wearing a M-size costume, the meat on his stomach and thighs are strangled into sections by the clothes... It's very funny.
This is just like a big fat man.
When Fangzheng saw the fourth passenger, the expression on the face under the helmet of the prop showed a somewhat strange expression.
This funny scene, Michelin master!
The fat man's physical signs were so obvious that Fang Zheng recognized him immediately.
If this funny Michelin master appears here, who is in charge of guarding the warehouse at the prop master's side
Is this self-stealing? Fangzheng silently mourned for the prop master.
Defense by day and night turns out to be a house thief.
When the fat man with a large tonnage boarded the boat, the small sampan visibly tilted, but fortunately it did not capsize in the lake.
Still four people sat full and sailed.
The corpse fisherman paddles continuously in the ghost lake full of ghost shadows at night with his boat pole.
The mist was hazy, but it didn't seem to affect the sight of the corpse hunter. The small sampan was moving along a specific track, leaving circles of ripples on the lake behind it.
"Um?"
Suddenly, the movement of the pole in the hand of the corpse fisher stopped.
The corpse fisherman kept staring in one direction on the Baiwu Ghost Lake.
A few people on the boat also followed the gaze of the corpse hunter, but the fog was hazy, and no one saw anything.
One second...two seconds...for about ten seconds, there was a blue light in the white mist, approaching gradually from the left rear side of the crowd.
Half a minute later, a small boat, a boatman, and a green leather lantern at the bow appeared only five or six meters away. At this time, it can be clearly seen that the boatman is wearing a brown coir raincoat, a bamboo hat, and a pair of oars in his hands.
There was a passenger on board the boat.
Several people were five or six meters apart, looking at each other silently.
It's a human leather boatman!
Under the helmet of the prop costume, Fangzheng glanced at the green leather lantern on the bow, and there was a cold light in his eyes.
But soon Fangzheng noticed that there was a black dog squatting next to today's leather boatman. The black dog's eyes were green and cold, and it was staring closely at the people on the opposite boat.
"Painted skin Gao family?!"
Among the four passengers, the first boarder gasped for breath and let out a low exclamation.
He looked at the leather boatman on the opposite side, and then at the corpse fisherman on his side. After knowing the whole story of what happened yesterday, he was worried that the two families would directly fight in the middle of the ghost lake
Then they became a disaster for the fish in the pond, which is a bit painful...
(end of this chapter)