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In the camera lens, there are only three people walking along the street where the wind blows.

Hou Wenyao, who was walking in the front, always maintained a faint smile on his face. At first glance, he could still feel a trace of anger. After watching for a long time, he realized that the smile was just his mask.

He only has this expression.

"No, the expression on Hou Wenyao's face is an alternative facial paralysis, which is too contradictory." Wang Qingfen expressed his opinion to Ren She Bailian.

"Huh?" Renshe Bailian turned his head, waiting for Wang Qingfen to explain why.

"It's hard not to be suspicious if the face is too rigid. The audience can accept that the characters in the comedy sitcoms have not found obvious loopholes, but as a film with the main plot, there must be no obvious loopholes. Hou Wenyao is always laughing. Cheng Xingyuan and the others laughed whenever they asked, saying that it was a bit more serious. It’s actually a bit silly.” Wang Qingfen said, shook his head, “Although it makes sense logically, the audience doesn’t like people who seem silly to be behind the scenes. *oss, even if this kind of reversal has already laid the groundwork in the early stages."

"Why?" Renshe Bailian placed his gaze on Hou Wenyao's face.

"The audience's preference question, do you remember the question I asked you before? You want to make "Lucky 2" more influential than before, so we chose this kind of plot that makes the audience unhappy. Hou Wenyao's appearance is decent, but There is no acting skills at all, even if he is acting in his true colors." Wang Qingfen said in a serious tone.

"Is the teacher going to change?" Ren She Bailian frowned.

"If you can, it's better to change, but you can also find ways to circumvent this defect, but it will have a certain impact. Most young meat actors are unwilling to accept it." Wang Qingfen turned his head and looked at the human snake and waited for the human snake. Bai Lian made a choice.

"What way?" Renshe Bailian asked.

"Reduce the frontal shots of Hou Wenyao, and create a sense of mystery through the reaction of the three of Cheng Xingyuan. For the little fresh meat actors, this method also wipes out their greatest advantage, so basically it doesn’t Will adopt it." Wang Qingfen explained.

"No problem." Renshe Bailian said calmly.

Xu Su, I believe you should really exist.

Wang Qingfen looked away and put her right hand in her pocket. She squeezed the fishing line still in her pocket. This distinctive line made her believe in her judgment even more.

I'm doing what you want me to do now. I hope what you say is useful. As for the ghost town itself, I can only ask Renshe Bailian when the time is right.

Wang Qingfen took her hands out of her pockets, folded her hands together, and rubbed them back and forth. At this moment, the palms of her hands were full of sweat.

Not far away, Qian Cangyi breathed a sigh of relief after the assistant of Changji called to stop.

"The director seems to be calling us." Wutong pointed to Wang Qingfen, who was standing aside.

Qiancang turned his head and looked at Wang Qingfen and Renshe Bailian. In fact, his eyes were mainly on Renshe Bailian.

If you want to talk about the gains of escaping from the ghost town, in addition to the intelligence of the ghost town itself, the biggest gain is the white scales provided by Renshe Bailian.

During the filming process just now, because of the plot requirements, all three of them had physical contact with Hou Wenyao. The result was completely different from the last time they escaped and killed. Nothing happened this time.

According to Renshe Bailian, these scales do not only affect Hou Wenyao, but also have the same effect on the rest of the ghosts, and can neutralize grievance attacks.

He also wanted to determine one more thing, if the white scales were handed over to the rest of the living people, whether they would be able to work in the same way. If they could, then the space they could manipulate would be much larger when they were attacked by ghosts.

The three came to the sandalwood round table.

"You have worked hard." Wang Qingfen said to Qiancang three or three.

"Nothing." The shadow play shook his head.

"Tao Zhenru, I know you want to express the feeling of tension through facial expressions, but if you keep frowning, it will affect the perception of the audience. In addition, tension does not have to be expressed through frowning, but also through other details. Pay attention." Wang Qingfen pointed out the shortcomings of the shadow puppet show just now.

"I see." The shadow play nodded repeatedly.

"Qian Ruosi, you are too far away from Hou Wenyao. Gao Xiaowen's character is a pure girl. She didn't discover Hou Wenyao's true identity." Wang Qingfen said while looking at Wutong.

"Is there?" Wutong whispered back.

Wang Qingfen widened his eyes, tilted his head, and continued to say to Wutong: "The audience cannot smell Hou Wenyao."

"Okay." Wutong knew that his true intentions had been seen through by Wang Qingfen.

"Cheng Xingyuan, you need to pay special attention. Even when you are not in the focus of the lens, you also need to pay attention to the expression on your face. It is best to interact with the focus part to a certain extent, so that the amount of information in the lens can be raised in an instant." Wang Qingfen put his gaze on Qian Cangyi's face.

"Well, okay." Qian Cangyi accepted it humbly.

Wang Qingfen turned to Hou Wenyao after pointing out the problem with Qiancang's three people. However, she did not speak, but instead looked at the person She Bailian who was aside.

Someone in Qiancang had the white scale protection provided by Snake Bailian, but Wang Qingfen didn't. Even if Hou Wenyao would suddenly get into trouble without thinking about it, Hou Wenyao would actually not be in her charge.

Renshe Bailian glanced at Hou Wenyao and said, "Come with me."

A few seconds later, when Renshe Bailian and Hou Wenyao went into the alley, there were only a few people left on the court, of course, there were ghosts of the camera hidden somewhere.

The eyes of the four people met, and they all wanted to say something, but none of them dared to say it.

Wang Qingfen held her right hand in front of her mouth. She made a fake cough, "cough cough", which attracted the attention of the three people. Then she looked at the sandalwood round table not far away, "Let's go there and rest."

The four of them were seated, and Wang Qingfen glanced at the alley. At this time Renshe Bailian and Hou Wenyao still did not come out.

"You are really amazing. You can survive from the hands of ghosts." Wang Qingfen broke the silence. "I have never had a chance to congratulate you. I would like to say congratulations to you now."

"Actually, we didn't escape from the ghost town. We just passed the interview of Renshe Bailian." The shadow play replied, with a frustrated tone, and then she continued: "I don't know when this matter is the beginning, saying To be honest, I never thought that the ghost town in "Fuck" really existed, let alone the development of the ghost town."

When the shadow puppet said this, he looked far away, with thoughts in his eyes.

"Me too." Wang Qingfen stretched out his right hand and gently grasped the left hand of the shadow puppet on the round table. "Fortunately, we all survived. As long as we are still alive, we still have a chance."

"Yeah." The shadow play did not withdraw his hand.

"There is an idiom called "Sai Weng loses the horse, knowing that it is not good fortune". It is still too early to be devastated. No matter what, I think everything in this world has its nemesis or constraints. Like this ghost town, it is possible that the former mayor was not Bai Lian. , But someone else." Wang Qingfen said in a calm tone.

"Huh?" The shadow puppet was stunned.

Wang Qingfen noticed the changes in the shadow puppet show. She looked at the shadow puppet show, "What?"

The shadow play leaned his head over, and Wang Qingfen was also very cooperative.

"There was indeed a mayor in the ghost town whose name was Xu Su." The shadow play said softly.

Wang Qingfen opened her mouth and kept her eyes on the shadow puppet. She wanted to use the expression of the shadow puppet to determine whether what the shadow puppet said was true or false.

"Director." Qian Cang reminded Wang Qingfen.

Wang Qingfen's expression returned to normal. She said softly: "It seems that we need to polish "Fuck 2" more finely. Of course, the finer it means that it will take longer." She emphasized the tone when she said longer. .

Qiancang immediately understood Wang Qingfen's meaning, and combined with the changes before and after Wang Qingfen, the former mayor of Shiyou Ghost Town had contacted Wang Qingfen, but something happened during this period, which made Wang Qingfen unable to accurately determine whether Xu Su's identity was true or false.

As for what Wang Qingfen said later, it was in fact hinting that it would take time to delay.

At this time, Renshe Bailian and Hou Wenyao walked out of the alley.

Renshe Bailian came to the sandalwood round table. He looked at the four people and said, "Go here first, and continue tomorrow."

The four people sitting at the round table glanced at each other, but none of them answered.

...

After returning to the blue shack in the artificial ghost town, Qian Cangyi took out the white scales that Renshe Bailian gave him from his pocket.

Because there is no hint of **** movie, there is no obvious light, a protective cover appears on the body, refreshing and other ‘special effects’, so it is impossible to judge the nature of this white scale.

At present, the white scales can resist the grievance attacks of ghosts. As to whether they can only resist Hou Wenyao or all ghosts, this is not known, and it must be tested before knowing.

In addition, giving it to the rest of the people to be able to work also needs to be tested.

Qiancang took a deep breath and put the white scales back into his pocket.

In any case, compared to before, the survival rate of me who got the white scales is much higher, and this kind of item that can be considered to have a certain ‘rule’ may be of great help to future plans.

He thought of this, took out his cell phone, and told Qian Jiangyue of his discovery.

Peng Tian sat in the room and waited anxiously. When Renshe Bailian told Qiancangyi and the others to ‘get here first today’, they were also sent away from the ghost town when they were waiting in the longhouse.

He wanted to ask directly how the shadow play was going, but he was worried that his behavior would be too obvious, causing ghosts and people to be suspicious. This is not something he wants to see.

The knock on the door came from the door.

Peng Tian stood up from the chair, and outside the door was a young man with broken eyebrows.

"Tao Zhenru asked me to give it to you." The fable put the materials in Peng Tian's hands.

"Oh, good!" Peng Tian's right hand holding the data trembled slightly.

"I'm leaving for nothing else." Fable turned and left.

Peng Tian didn't answer the conversation, his current thoughts are all on the information.

The door closed gently, and Peng Tian walked to the table and turned on the lamp. He opened the information in his hand.

"birthday……"

"parents……"

After Peng Tian confirmed these two points, the whole person seemed to have no strength, and he slumped in a chair. He didn't read the rest of the content at a glance, because he could no longer concentrate.

He felt a little moist in his eye sockets, so he subconsciously covered his eyes with his hands, but the tears flowed down uncontrollably, dripping onto the information along his cheeks.

An inaudible whimper sounded softly in the room.

After more than ten years of waiting, he is no longer a mirage. Although he did not recognize his son, he has already met.

His son is now in the simple house next to the man-made ghost town, but Peng Tian can't recognize each other.

He stared at He Jian's face now, even if he forcibly proved himself, he still easily aroused the suspicion of ghosts.

No, I must let him leave here! It's too dangerous here!

Peng Tian's eyes were red, and he continued to look at Peng Gao's information.

A thought emerged in Peng Tian's mind. He found that he was more and more unable to restrain this thought, so he stood up and walked to the door. He wanted to find Qian Jiangyue now.

The word calm has been deleted from his dictionary at this time.

Peng Tian held the doorknob with his right hand and was about to force, but there was a knock on the door.

"Who?" Peng Tian asked after stepping back to the table.

"It's me." Qian Jiangyue's voice came.

How could he come?

"Wait a minute." Peng Tian glanced at the information on the table, stuffed it into the drawer, then walked to the mirror, looked at the still red eye sockets, he adjusted it a bit, and walked to the door to hold the door. turn on.

Qian Jiangyue held a few photo albums in his hand. After he saw Peng Tian, ​​he first smiled as if to please, "I have some friends who are your fans, they want me to help..."

"Come in." Peng Tian opened the iron door completely, then took two steps back to give up his position.

"Huh?" Qian Jiangyue blinked, "No, I just want this." He raised the photo album in his hand, without any thought of entering the room.

Judging from He Jian's reaction, Shiyou ** is Peng Tian. It seems that Peng Gao has found his father.

Qian Jiangyue's face still pretended to be unaware.

In the distance, the fable was hiding from the side to peek, and the little bit of wind stayed behind him.

Xiao Zuanfeng looked speechless, and whispered: "I don't know what's so good about this. We are not safe at all now~www.wuxiaspot.com~ If there is an encounter accidentally, we will not be able to run."

"It's okay, I'll take you." The fable replied afterwards.

"Forget it, you, your 100-meter race is too watery and unreliable at all. If you encounter a stronger one, I am afraid that you can't even save yourself." Xiao Zuanfeng looked contemptuous.

"Then you go back first." Fable did not intend to let go of this opportunity.

On the other side, Qian Jiangyue had already walked into Peng Tian's house.

The fable sprang out from the corner, and the cat walked towards Peng Tian's room with his waist down.

"Wait for me." After thinking about it, Xiao Zuanfeng followed up. After all, according to Qian Jiangyue's analysis, people who are weak surveillance targets will basically not be subjected to ghosts as long as they don't mainly explore the secrets of the ghost town. attack.

The two of them came to the window of Pengtian's room.

"Hush!" The fable put his right index finger in front of his mouth, hissed at Xiao Zuanfeng, and then pressed his ear to the wall. 2k reading network