The ghost king stayed in Mount Li, and the snow in Haicheng had never been heard. After one night, the entire Haicheng was covered in silver.
Haicheng is also a city where it rarely snows. There are occasionally a few snowflakes, and they melt immediately when they float on the ground. Where can there be snow. The children got up early in the morning and saw the rare snow scene. They ran into the snow and played excitedly one by one. They were so happy, and even the workers in a hurry were in a good mood because of the different scenery from the past. It seems that in winter, no matter where you are, there should be a snow that is complete.
When the people in Haicheng cheered because of this sudden Xueer, a group of people really broke their hearts, and that was the Haicheng Metaphysics Association that was almost wiped out last night. In the eyes of ordinary people, this is just a snow brought by a special climate, but they clearly know that every snowflake that falls from the sky contains a thin ghost.
While all the people in Haicheng were happily playing with the snow, all the ghosts in Haicheng were also revelling. Those ghosts who did not dare to show their heads during the day when the yang energy was heavy because of their weak souls, scrambled to emerge under the heavy snow. They shuttled through every corner of Haicheng, rubbing shoulders with pedestrians on the road, just like real people.
There are ghosts where there are people, and there are ghosts where there are no people. Every car running over on the road can overwhelm a large number of ghosts. Although the people in the association know that these are ghosts, their souls at this time are staring like real people. This kind of a large scene is like a massacre scene, and everyone in the association is terrified.
They never knew that there were so many ghosts in Haicheng, which seemed to exceed the number of living people.
"President, a large number of ghosts are coming to us from other cities. If this continues, the ordinary people of Haicheng will be affected." Someone reported to the association's president Qi Xiuran.
"For lonely souls and wild ghosts, the ghost king is a beacon. As long as the ghost king is here, they will come together naturally." Master Xu sighed, "The ghost king's journey spans more than half of China, and the ghosts on this road..."
"No, we have to find a way to prevent the ghosts outside from coming in again." Qi Xiuran said, "Now these ghosts are being attracted by the ghost energy contained in the snowflakes, and when they are almost absorbed, they will start to harm people."
Today's Haicheng is full of ghosts. If this order is messed up, it will be purgatory on earth.
"This is not difficult. When the rescue from the headquarters comes, you can use a drone to carry a magic weapon and arrange a purification formation above Haicheng to purify the ghost energy in the snowflakes." Master Xu said, "As long as the snowflakes are in the air Without the ghosts, the ghosts gathered now will slowly withdraw from Haicheng and go to Mount Li."
Lishan.
Thinking of Mount Li, Qi Xiuran's face became even worse, the ghost king was there.
"You can't let them fight. If they fight, the world will really end." This is an undoubted thing, but Qi Xiuran doesn't know what to do to stop this fight.
"I don't understand, what is Wu Miaomiao thinking? Fighting against the ghost king, no matter whether you win or lose, the nightmare will definitely awaken in the end. This is a mortal ending. Even if it's not for saving the world, for themselves, they shouldn't give the doll to them. The ghost king? If you give it, she and Ji Lang will both survive, if you don't give it, the whole world will be buried with you." Qi Xiuran wanted to flip the table.
Yes, as long as you are a normal person, you know how to choose. But Wu Miaomiao is obviously not, and the right to choose is in his hands.
"There are still seven days, maybe they will change their minds?" Master Xu comforted.
In fact, they could see that the Ghost King gave Wu Miaomiao and Ji Lang seven days to go back and think. Whether it is for the world or for themselves, sacrificing dolls is the best choice. I believe that after they calm down, they will definitely change their minds.
"Hope." Thinking of this, Qi Xiuran made a call on his mobile phone and asked, "What's going on at Nightmare?"
"President, Nightmare and the wizard just went to work." The answer came from the other end of the phone.
"At this time, they still have the heart to go to work? The world is about to perish, go to Mao's class." Qi Xiuran yelled angrily. He didn't believe it, Wu Miaomiao and Ji Lang couldn't see the ghosts all over the street.
Yes, of course they can't see, they not only can see, but also have a lot of fun.
Ji Lang was driving the car, and was rolling ghosts on the road. The ghosts were rolled down in pieces, and they continued to roll in pieces. It felt very strange. The doll was even more excited. On the windshield, babbled and pointed to the outside. Every time it rolls over a piece, it claps its hands happily, and then runs to the back seat to watch the knocked down ghosts stand up again.
That excitement, if it weren't for the fact that it couldn't get out of the car, it would have wanted to go down and become Mario by itself.
Although the ghost could not cause resistance to the vehicle, Ji Lang's half-hour drive took ten minutes longer than usual to reach the park.
At this time, it was lunch break time. The three of Beifan had just eaten lunch outside and walked back, and they were talking while walking.
"It's a little strange today, the boss hasn't come yet, but the boss has never been late." Yi Guan said.
"That was in the past. Now the boss has a wife. It's snowing so romantically today. I must have gone on a date." Bei Fan said.
"Dongzi didn't come either." Shan Junyi said.
"It's true. In the past, when Dongzi didn't come, he would say something in the group, and give him a call later to ask." Yi Guan said.
"I'm here." A feeble voice sounded behind the three of them.
"Wocao!" The three turned their heads and saw Dong Yongyuan's face burst into foul language.
There is no other reason, just because Dong Yongyuan's appearance at this time is really scary. His face was as pale as the pure white blood on the ground, his eyes were covered with bright red bloodshots, his lips were dark, and his eyes were bruised, like a ghost returning from the underworld.
The three of them made Dong Yongyuan's face fattened with common sense, and they were sure that it was hot, and then they brought people into the studio.
Shan Junyi poured a glass of warm water for Dong Yongyuan to warm him up, and then asked with concern, "What happened to you, you were robbed?"
"I don't think it's like a robbery, it's more like harvesting the yang and replenishing the yin, saying, have you met a female ghost?"
Dong Yongyuan glanced at him and wanted to complain that the streets are now full of female ghosts.
His cultivation base is not high, if he hadn't opened his Yin-Yang eyes specially, he wouldn't be able to see ghosts. But when he opened the curtains this morning, he was so scared that he couldn't poke his eyes. Especially on the way he drove over, he ran over ghosts all the way, and there are tens of thousands of ghosts if the number is small. Those ghosts were so real that he couldn't tell if there were any living people inside. On this way, he wondered if he had run over people several times, he was going crazy!
"Is the boss here?" Dong Yongyuan asked.
"Not yet." Shan Junyi shook his head.
At this time, Dong Yongyuan's cell phone rang, he took it out to take a look, hung up directly, and then turned off.
Then, the phone in Dong Yongyuan's seat also rang, and Dong Yongyuan picked it up: "Hello, we are xx film and television company here, and we want to discuss the copyright of the script with your studio."
"Not for sale." Dong Yongyuan decisively refused.
"what?"
"Copyright is not for sale."
"We are very sincere and willing to pay 20 million..."
"I won't sell it if I say no, and I won't sell it for fifty million!" After speaking, Dong Yongyuan hung up the phone.
"Dongzi, are you stimulated by something?" Bei Fan touched Dong Yongyuan's head, "You won't sell the copyright for fifty million yuan, are you crazy?"
"I'm not crazy, the world is crazy." Dong Yongyuan suddenly became excited.
The three were stunned for a while, and they confirmed again that Dong Yongyuan was really crazy today.
"Why don't you ask for leave today and go back to rest?" Analysys picked up the car keys, "I'll drive you."
"No, don't drive, the road is full of dead bodies."
"..." Three people.
"Cough, I don't think I need to send him back. It's in the lounge. You go to sleep first. Xiaobei, support him." Shan Junyi raised Dong Yongyuan's arm.
"What do you sleep? In a few days, if you sleep, you can sleep forever." Dong Yongyuan shouted.
"I'll go, this kid won't be on drugs." Apart from drugs, they really couldn't think of anything else that could turn a normal person into this.
"Dongzi, calm down and take a rest before the boss comes, or else the boss will deduct your bonus when he sees it." What Dong Yongyuan cares most about is his bonus on weekdays.
"Yes, the bonus, I still have to count the bonus." Dong Yongyuan seemed to finally remember the business. "I came here to count the year-end bonus for you. The boss said that this year's year-end bonus will be doubled for you."
"What?!" The three of them gasped. Immediately without speaking, the three of them divided their work, carried Dong Yongyuan up together, and forced to walk out the door.
I'm so sick that I have to go to the hospital.
"What are you doing?" Before the four of them went out, they met Ji Lang and the three who came in.
"Boss, lady boss." The three quickly put Dong Yongyuan down, "Dongzi seems to be ill, and we are about to take him to the hospital."
"What's wrong with him?" Ji Lang glanced at Dong Yongyuan.
"He said a lot of nonsense. The strangest thing is that he actually said that you want to double the year-end bonus for us." Bei Fan said.
"He's right, I said it." Ji Lang said, "And it will be posted in a while."
Wait, the boss is crazy too? Or rather, we are dreaming.
The three of them tacitly squeezed their faces: it hurts, it's not a dream.
"Yes... According to last year's year-end bonus standard, a hundredfold?" Bei Fan asked with a trembling voice.
"Yes." Ji Lang nodded.
The WeChat he sent to Dong Yongyuan was to ask him to come over to calculate the year-end bonus this year, and then distribute it at a hundred times. But it doesn't matter if it's last year, so you can save it again.
Dong Yongyuan broke free of the three, returned to his workstation, turned on the computer, found last year's year-end bonus, checked it x100, and printed it out. Four people, each with 2.5 million, a total of 10 million.
After Ji Lang read it, he handed the details of the bonus to Wu Miaomiao. Wu Miaomiao glanced at it and said with a smile, "When I went out just now, I transferred 12 million yuan into the company's account, which is enough to give out bonuses.
Dong Yongyuan nodded, walked back to the computer mechanically, took out the relevant security lock of the company account, and started the transfer.
Bei Fan and the three stood behind Dong Yongyuan, watching him enter their names and account numbers one by one to complete the transfer. The three of them couldn't help pinching each other again, and it was still painful.
"The current situation, if not a dream, can only be explained by the following. The boss is crazy."
The three of them went to see Ji Lang, with the same expression as always, as if not crazy.
"The company is dissolved, severance pay?"
But severance pay doesn't have to be so much.
"The end of the world?"
"That's right, there are only seven days left, no, it should be six and a half days." Dong Yongyuan stared at a pair of red bloodshot eyes and said desperately, "So from now on, take this money, what do you want to do? Come on, have some fun."
"Boss, let's take Dongzi to the hospital first." Bei Fan said.
"He's not sick, he's just desperate." Ji Lang said.
What is just despair
The three of them are editors, collecting information, and fabricating plots, which is what they are good at. After sorting out what Dong Yongyuan said just now, they quickly guessed a possibility. His face changed immediately, his eyes widened.
"Is it because of the snow outside?" Bei Fan asked.
"That's right." This time Wu Miaomiao answered, "Didn't you ask me before, whether the snow in Y City was caused by evil spirits?"
The three of them snorted at the same time, and had a very bad feeling.
"This snow is caused by the awakening of a ghost king who has been sleeping for thousands of years. The snow will not stop for the next seven days." Wu Miaomiao said.
"The ghost king wants to kill the doll, but I didn't agree with the husband. We made an appointment for a decisive battle after seven days. I have made four life-saving dolls here, but there must be you who will not be infected by evil. The farthest place from the city. If Haicheng is still there in seven days, you can come back." Wu Miaomiao took out four dolls and stuffed one into each hand.
It is undoubtedly dangerous to stay in Haicheng at this time. Ordinary people can't tell them the truth, but several people in the studio know the truth, so she and Ji Lang decided to tell them the truth and let them leave Haicheng.
"Can't we not fight?" After a brief silence, Shan Junyi was the first to return to his senses.
When he asked this question, Dong Yongyuan's scarlet eyes also opened abruptly, nervously waiting for the answer. He also wanted to ask, but his identity was sensitive and he did not dare to ask in front of Ji Lang.
"No." Wu Miaomiao shook her head, "If you don't fight, the doll will die. The doll is equivalent to Ji Lang's daughter and I, we can't just watch her die."
Dong Yongyuan gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and said nothing.
Wu Miaomiao glanced at Dong Yongyuan and said, "Dongdong, did the people in the association make you a lobbyist?"
"I... They said it, but I also told the association that my persuasion is useless." Dong Yongyuan is still very self-aware. Although he is familiar with Wu Miaomiao and Ji Lang, he doesn't have enough face to let them Abandon the doll. What's more, he couldn't bear to say the words that let the baby die.
"Go back and tell them that this fight is definitely going to be fought, but we will do our best not to hurt the innocent." Wu Miaomiao said.
"You guys, do you have a way?" A hint of hope flashed in Dong Yongyuan's desperate eyes.
"I said... Is this your next novel?" Suddenly, a somewhat lazy voice sounded behind everyone, Huo Mingzhi yawned and leaned on the decorative shelf, "Don't write about criminal investigations, rewrite the supernatural. Kind of? But your way of discussing the plot is quite unique. Ghost King, Destroy the World, and even snow."
"... When were you here?" Ji Lang asked.
"During my lunch break, I originally wanted to come over for a cup of coffee, but seeing that none of you were around, I squinted on the sofa for a while." Huo Mingzhi came out with a smile, "Don't say, your sofa is more comfortable than my bed. By the way, you can listen to the story.”
Ji Lang looked at him silently.
The others looked at him with similar expressions.
Rao is that Huo Ming knows that his heart is strong, and he can't help but feel a little flustered at this time. I heard that the most annoying thing about creating is that someone steals ideas. Did he hit a thunder
"Then what, I should go back to work too. It's New Year's Eve soon, and there are a lot of thieves. You continue, continue..." Huo Mingzhi left the studio after speaking.
After he left, Ji Lang said to a few people, "You can go on vacation from now on."
After finishing speaking, Ji Lang ignored several people and left the studio with Wu Miaomiao and the doll. Leaving behind, the group of four who looked at each other in dismay.