After crossing, the full-level boss became popular in the entertainment circle

Chapter 28 I can’t bear it

"Call the police, but this matter must be pressed." Chen Ying said coldly.

After being a director for so many years, I have seen a lot of nasty things, but this is the first time that it has been so blatant.

As far as he knew, Ye Chu was just a little-known person. Logically speaking, he shouldn't be killed no matter what, but today it was clear that the other party wanted her life.

Such a vicious plot.

If something happens to Ye Chu on the set today, the reputation of "Qingxuanjing" will be ruined.

No wonder Ye Chu was so angry.

But this girl is too tolerant. If it had been anyone else, she would have been scared out of her mind. She can still act calmly and make no mistakes. She is truly a god.

"I'll do it right away." The assistant director said from the side. The props team leader didn't have that much power in this matter. The props team leader nodded and went out together with the assistant director.

Chen Ying sighed and immediately slammed the table angrily.

If he knew the real culprit behind the scenes, he would definitely not let it go. This incident was just a slap in the face. Someone actually put their hands into his crew. He deserved it.

It was already half past midnight, and Ye Chu was still swaying on the rocking chair on the rooftop.

In fact, you can't even see the surrounding area.

But in her eyes, the world is not divided into day and night.

If the heart is a clear mirror, there will be no darkness.

Zhang Jingyuan seemed to have fallen into an abyss, complaining that the sky was not responding and the earth was not working.

No, no!

Help me, who will save me?

Black and white are impermanent, bull heads and horses appear on stage, Zhang Jingyuan is tied into a ball with chains, the chains are cut into the flesh, it is not clear whether the pain is in the flesh or the bones.

"What are you going to do? I'm not dead, I'm still alive!" Zhang Jingyuan screamed in fear. Her whole body was in pain. She had never experienced such brutal torture and the shame of losing her dignity.

Everyone who grows flowers knows what it means to see the impermanence of black and white and the face of a bull-headed horse. But Zhang Jingyuan knows clearly that she is not dead at all. She will feel pain, not the burning in the soul, but the pain in the flesh, like Ling Chi. .

If she feels pain, it means she is not dead!

"After doing all the bad things, you will go to the eighteenth level of hell, a mountain of swords, a sea of ​​fire, and a frying pan!" Black and White Wuchang handed Zhang Jingyuan to Niutou Mamian.

The bull head and the horse face understood each other and immediately began to take action.

"No, no, I didn't. You arrested the wrong person. I'm not dead."

No matter how loud Zhang Jingyuan yelled, no one paid any attention to her.

After the chains were in the hands of Niutou and Mamian, Zhang Jingyuan suddenly heard screams of despair, fear, pain and struggle.

The sounds overlapped one after another, almost piercing her ears.

At this time, the true appearance of hell is revealed.

Zhang Jingyuan opened her mouth wide.

It's too scary, no, she needs to get out of here.

She's not dead!

It was so terrifying, everything that caught my eyes was scarlet. The blood was soaring into the sky, and the endless blood-colored mist was lingering. The smell of the fishy smell was nauseating. The scarlet blood water gathered into a river, and no place under my feet was intact. It was everywhere. Broken limbs, internal organs, hands, feet, heads, everywhere...

Vomit~ Zhang Jingyuan vomited wildly on the spot, and the new silk pajamas she changed at night reminded her.

This may be true.

No, no... Zhang Jingyuan burst into tears and was so scared that she peed.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah~" The bull's head shouted like thunder, "The crime you committed is unforgivable. Today, the bull's head is doing justice for heaven. I ask you to walk through mountains of swords, seas of fire, and pools of blood in oil pans. You will not waste your life." Do all the bad things.”

After saying that, Niutou threw Zhang Jingyuan into the knife mountain.

The moment the knife was inserted into Zhang Jingyuan's body, she felt like she was about to lose her soul. After rolling three times on the mountain of knives, she was thrown into the sea of ​​fire again. Not even a hair was left on her body, and she was as black as charcoal.

But her consciousness is very clear, and she knows all the pain.

"Ah ah ah, I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore."

Zhang Jingyuan desperately begged for mercy.

But the bull-headed horse-faced man still threw her into the pool of blood.

The liquid corroded her body like sulfuric acid, and there was never a moment without pain.

I was wrong, I know I was wrong, ah ah, I was wrong, I know I was wrong, I don’t dare to do it anymore.

Zhang Jingyuan cried and howled, and suddenly the blood pool disappeared, and she was covered in a mess.

"The mark means that you are a sinner. If you continue to do bad things, you will wait for the nineteenth level of hell."

"Ahhh!" Zhang Jingyuan roared.

The dark sky had not been lifted, and the wall lamps on the wall were emitting a faint light. Zhang Jingyuan shook her hair, opened her eyes and found that the sky was still dark, but she was soaked, as if she had been fished out of water.

.

Just a dream?

Zhang Jingyuan tentatively scratched in the air, but found nothing. She still remembered the unforgettable pain. Zhang Jingyuan flinched, and then shrank into a ball.

Even though she was soaked, she didn't dare to go to the bathroom.

Strange, could it be some local mysticism? Ever since she moved into this house, her nightmares have become more and more terrifying day by day.

After a long period of mental construction, Zhang Jingyuan turned on all the lights. The room was illuminated brightly, and she dared to go to the bathroom to wash up.

After washing up, I called my assistant and said, "Get up, I'm having a nightmare again. Please change my room to the original one."

In the middle of the night, the assistant was forced to contact the hotel attendant to change Zhang Jingyuan's room.

With so many things going on at the stall, the assistant was helpless. Unfortunately, Zhang Jingyuan had her life in her hands, so she had to give in.

"Sister Jing, the back of your arm..."

The assistant was helping Zhang Jingyuan pack her luggage and suddenly saw something like a birthmark on the back of her arm.

"What?" Zhang Jingyuan walked to the mirror and took a look. Her heart skipped a beat and she shouted, "Get out!"

Whether it was fear or anger, Zhang Jingyuan's frightening eyes fell on the assistant. The assistant had never seen Zhang Jingyuan like this before, and she was so frightened that she immediately ran out and closed the door.

"Ah!" Zhang Jingyuan held her head and screamed, recalling the words in hell, "The mark means you are a sinner!"

sinner?

Is all this true?

She has experienced mountains of swords, seas of fire and pools of blood?

Why is this happening?

Zhang Jingyuan looked hard at the mark on his arm. The black shape was like the totem of an ancient tribe.

She ran to the bed in embarrassment and wrapped herself in a quilt, as if she could find some sense of security, but it didn't help. The mark reminded her that she had done something evil and was repaid for it.

Are there really ghosts in this world?

No... Wuwuwu, Zhang Jingyuan started crying under the quilt.

The phone was put aside. She didn't dare to look at it and didn't want to chat with anyone.

Ye Chu put away the lazy chair and gently floated back to his room. The small door on the rooftop was closed...

Maybe it's to prevent someone from jumping off the building.

(End of chapter)