After Getting A Job in the Nether World, I Became Famous

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"Do you have one too?" Lan He asked.

"Yes." Cheng Haidong rolled up his sleeves, revealing the five-color rope. "The boss also said that I already had the peace charm that Juehui Temple asked for, and when I went back last time, I still hit the bell to pray in Juehui Temple. But I still think that it’s better to protect them more like a child like me.

——In the past, Cheng Haidong's mentality has completely recovered, and he even treated the ghosts as drunk talks. About ten people have heard of his deeds.

"Let's go back and prove it to me. Today I still told Wu Bian about this and wanted to make material for her. She also said that I was bullshit." Cheng Haidong said that Wu Bian said he meant the playwright Wu. Ling, because Liu Liuyang has new ideas from time to time, she has also been on the set.

Lan He: "You tell people the blue and white impermanence, no one will believe you..."

Cheng Haidong straightened his body stubbornly: "I don't care... ouch."

His whole body was strained and his back hurt.

Cheng Haidong is a Steadicam photographer. The equipment is so heavy that ordinary people will feel uncomfortable during the day's work, not to mention his heavy workload.

"No, no, help me buy some painkillers. I've run out of them." Cheng Haidong said to Lanhe Road.

Later in the two scenes without Lan He, Cheng Haidong was different. After a short break, I was about to work again, and I really had no time to get the painkiller.

"OK." Lan He responded and went out.

There are also many shops in the film and television base. When looking for pain relief stickers, Lan He heard two girls talking:

"...That prop was bought specifically according to the original. At that time, I bought a few sets of spares, which are not antiques, but it seems to be a bit old, and it is not cheap. It cost thousands of dollars."

"Well, so now it is said that the ghost is an elegant ghost and came to Haoyantai."

"But I have already photographed a lot of inkstones. What should I do now, have I changed it and re-shot?"

"I can't help it... I can't find where I lost it. I don't know if it will stop working, it seems to be still tampering."

Lan He felt that they should be the legendary haunting crew next door, and he could help him out inadvertently. But Lan He didn't intervene, silently took things and paid back.

Lan He returned to the set and saw the screenwriter Wu Ling also in the distance. There was a girl beside him facing the sky.

Cheng Haidong, taking advantage of the gap between the director and the actors, said to Wu Ling, "Look at Wu sister, Lan He is back. I don't believe you asked me if I hit a ghost before!"

"Wu Bian." Lan He and Wu Ling greeted each other. As for the girl next to Wu Ling, he didn't know him anymore. He looked familiar, and should also be the crew of the crew. He only nodded friendlyly, and the girl also stared. He smiled.

Wu Ling said in amusement: "I am not unbelieving, I just think your version is too biased."

Cheng Haidong asked: "What is biased? Wu Bian, I ask you, do you know how Nuwa make up the sky?"

Wu Ling thought without hesitation: "Use colored stones."

Cheng Haidong shook his finger, "I have a friend in the north and told me that the legend in their village is that the northeast corner is not long and strict, and the Nuwa girl is stuck with the ice Lingzi, so the northeast is particularly cold, even the northeast wind cold."

Wu Ling: "..."

other people:"……"

Wu Ling was really persuaded: "It also makes sense, there are some niche versions with local characteristics. However, I have never heard Nu Wa use Bing to make up the sky, and I have never heard the words written in the impermanent hats are'coming here. '. There are usually two kinds of sayings in the folk. Black and white caps say "make money at first sight" and "the world is peaceful" or "you are here" and "catch you"..."

She thought about it and smiled a little: "If one writes that everything is coming, what does the other write, go in and out of peace? Is the child still young?"

She looked around for a week, looking at Shang Lanhe, seeking his approval.

Lan He certainly gave a certain look: "Well!"

"No!" The quiet girl next to her suddenly widened her eyes, "Sister Wu, it's really ‘all come’!"

"...Ah?" Wu Ling paused for a while: "What did you say?"

"Sister Wu, you believe me." The girl said seriously, "It's really'coming here'. Last month I went to the show. After I played with my partner, I bumped into the dirty things and asked us to act. Then came. It's a ghost, the cap says'Come all here' and put us back."

Talking, she also looked around, looking at Lan He, staring at them for affirmation.

Lan He: "..."

He said that this girl is a bit familiar!

It turned out that it wasn't in the group, but the Sichuan opera actor I met before, but I just took off the makeup and didn't recognize it.

——In fact, because there are two scenes where Sichuan actors are needed, the professionals were specially invited. Wu Ling happened to know Meng Qing and found it. At this time, she didn’t put on makeup and talked together.

Meng Qing didn't recognize Lan He. How dare you stare at the impermanent face at that time, even if you can only see her eyes, Lan He is wearing a mask.

"Oh my god, beauty, have you ever encountered a ghost mission?" Cheng Haidong was as excited as seeing his loved ones. "Great, I have been wronged for too long! I will say, ghost mission When they wrote this, they all thought I was bullshit."

"Is that so?" Wu Ling originally thought that Cheng Haidong's statement was ridiculous, but Cheng Haidong's example gave her half-belief. Now that Meng Qing, who doesn't know Cheng Chengdong at all, says so, and claims to be a real experience, it is worth thinking.

"It's kind of interesting, I want to ask some more people... In fact, this statement is more dramatic than the other two!" Wu Ling said, the more excited she was, "This impermanence is really a bit more interesting. "

Lan He suddenly felt a bit imaginary, wouldn't he create a new legend from now on...

At this time, Liu Xianyang ordered, Cheng Haidong took a few steps back to his position to prepare for shooting, Meng Qing also had to prepare to put on makeup.

Wu Ling recorded on the phone what Meng Qing said just now.

Lan He asked: "Wu Bian, are you going to write ghost dramas in the next book?"

"Yeah, I want to write a supernatural unit drama, so I collected materials everywhere. By the way, Lan He, I heard the boss of photography say your grandfather is a fan of paper, do you have a similar experience?" Wu Ling asked.

"Uh... this, there is no belief but no belief." Lan He said vaguely, "I only know some taboos of the older generation, let me tell you."

"Okay." Wu Ling is actually not interested in whether there are ghosts in the world. If so, she just wants to know whether the ghost's story is ups and downs, and the setting is bizarre.

Lan Hebian recalled and said: "Like the scissors we use for paper binding, it can't be taken to other people's homes.

Lan He spoke to Wu Ling about the folklore he knew. Wu Ling said unconsciously after recording: "I don't know how many people know that'all come.'"

Lan He: "It's hard to say."

...It depends on how many living people I will meet later.

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The crew shoots for more than ten hours a day. Occasionally, there is no event of their own. Lan He can rest and rest, get back to work, and take a shower to prepare for the next day's play.

At night, Lan He looked sleepy and left the room. He wanted to go to the hotel's vending machine to buy a drink.

It happened that Chen Xingyang also bought drinks here, raised his chin at him, and jokingly called his name in the play, "Xunchun."

Lan He also wanted to make a joke with Chen Xingyang, but instead of using Zhang Xunchun's superficial personality, he had a low face and shouted the protagonist's name in a dark voice: "Meng Jing——"

The light flashed twice as soon as he shouted.

This floor is quiet and silent, and when the lights flash again, Chen Xingyang was really taken aback.

"Fuck me, scare me!"

"I don't know the lights will flash." Lan He didn't hold back and smiled.

The two men walked back together after a few words, and the long corridor pulled their shadows extra long.

There are decorative cabinets and statues on the corridors of the hotel. When passing by, a "bang" sound came from the cabinet, like something was smashed.

"What." Chen Xingyang felt that the movement was too great, he reached out and wanted to see it.

"Don't read it, it might be a mouse." Lan He couldn't understand people who were too curious.

Just ring it, it's not the alarm, you open the cabinet to see.

Chen Xingyang had already opened the cabinet door. I saw that it was actually several inkstones stacked together. One of them turned over, which should be the source of the movement just now.

The Yantai stone color is even and clean, the texture is delicate, and it looks a bit old. Chen Xingyang picked it up and looked back suspiciously: "Is the crew next door... Yantai all lost?"

This is not the case, his voice gradually fluttered. He held the inkstone boldly and shook his hand before the inkstone fell.

"No--"

A small voice rang, and at the same time, Lan He quickly reached out and caught the inkstone. These inkstones look delicate and simple, but exude a slight smell.

"Woo...don't..."

It was that thin voice again.

Chen Xingyang could not hear.

When Lan He heard this, he accidentally glanced to the side. I saw a man with a long shirt and long beard squatting next to the cupboard. He whispered: "Don't take my tombstone anymore ."

Lan He's hand also almost softened, silently put the inkstone back.

tombstone?

This is obviously Yantai, how could it be a tombstone.

Lan He couldn’t think so much, Chen Xingyang, who was numb to the scalp, said: “In fact, it may be that the crew of the crew was stolen and hidden here. Are they not the same hotel as us. Speak to them quietly."

Chen Xingyang was originally terrified. Lan He said that, his expression was calm and serious, and he felt quite right again. He just said that he might not have stabilized himself. Instead, he thought that he was preemptive and made a fuss. "Finished!"

The ghost of the gown hugged his legs and continued to grumble grievously.

Lan He turned a blind eye and stood up and said: "Then go back to rest first, good night."

...

Even if the villain of Rongsheng is a male second, Lan He is still small and transparent, and he meets a standard room where Cheng Haidong lives, he doesn't care about it. After going back to see Cheng Haidong has fallen asleep, he is ready to fall asleep.

It's just that the gown ghost may have heard that he and Chen Xingyang agreed to sue tomorrow, and they were tossing back and forth in the room between them, and kept talking: "Don't... don't move my tombstone..."

Lan He was tossed and turned to sleep, and every time he was about to fall asleep, the gown ghost came from Chen Xingyang's room again.

Tombstone, what kind of tombstone... Lan He was so annoyed that his soul was out of his body and buttoned up the mask.

The gown ghost just came out of Chen Xingyang's room and saw the impermanent uniform on the face, his eyes widened for a moment.

Lan He: "What's your situation, what's the noise here?"

The first reaction of the gown ghost was to escape, and then the reaction came, and the other party was even asking about his situation. The lower lip shook for a while, "Big, Grand Master, I'm so bitter!!! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!

He fell down and hugged Lan He's legs.

What a habit! Lan He was so scared that he floated up a few inches and leaned over: "You have something to tell, hurry up."

The gown ghost wiped his tears with his sleeve. "Master, I can't be reborn because of the incomplete bones. I have been guarding my own grave. I'm honest, I haven't done anything evil, for decades! But there is a kill Thousand knives, he actually stole my tombstone!"

After so many years, the coffin was broken and the man actually stole his tombstone.

Lan He: "Steal your tombstone? Then where did the tombstone go?"

He seemed a little guessed, but he still had to fake and ask.

"It's here!" the gown ghost cried. "Master, that person is very bad. They stole other people's tombstones, grinded away words, and then sold them to make tombstones or other products. He will steal one night. Several pieces, stolen everywhere, because my tombstone was made of a whole piece of Qiyang stone, and he also made a lot of inkstones by him. That tombstone was bought by me with painstaking savings..."

Qiyang Stone, also known as Yongshi, is produced in Hunan Province and is very suitable for use as an inkstone. Chengyan Stone is called Qiyang Stone Inkstone. Of course, the conditions are sufficient, and there are large stones, which can also be used as screens and tombstones. For example, this gown ghost.

It is a pity that the people who were doing the business without cost were stolen.

The gown of the gown cried more and more sad, and more and more aggrieved, "That man is too fierce, I can't scare him, and I want to put my tombstone away, but those who bought Yantai may soon find out."

Lan He watched him crying, the whole ghost shrinking and shrinking, his brain hurt so much, "Don’t cry, you must tell me where the person stealing the tombstone must be remembered. Also, tell me your name , I’m burning... I’ll have someone bring you clothes."

The gowns were dizzy and asked timidly: "Really, what a sir, I have no money."

Not to mention that he has no money, even if he has money, it is also rare to ask for a bad job to manage this kind of solitary ghost.

"I don't want your money." Lan Hemu said with a face, "Now you can find a place to stay quiet and wait for my news."

"Thank you, thank you, lord! Thank you, lord!" The gown is ecstatic, still unbelievable, "Really? Is this true? I did not say sorry, but I lived in the wilderness I haven’t thought in ten years that the grandfather can come to make the decision for me for free. What a good day today?"

Lan Hexin said that Impermanence always do anything. I can help, and I have to be doubted. He perfunctoryly said: "Today... Today, the Yin Division sent justice to the countryside!"