Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world

Wu Heng walked to the window, opened it and looked out. The air by the river was filled with freshness.

Zhang Heku followed closely and came to the window.

"You have to prove that you have the ability to bend and stretch before I can trust you to carry the tripod. Then he will work for you."

"There is also the Internet rookie Grizzlies. He must also be invited. For this online live broadcast, it will be their two teams. This is a test and the company's prepared talents."

"I understand, uncle, don't worry!" Zhang Heku replied firmly.

Wu Heng finished arranging Zhang Heku's affairs and asked him to go back and continue to prepare related matters. He wore a suit similar to that of a foreign priest and carried a cane with a gilt handle. He came to a street and was waiting for someone.

An ordinary girl wearing a black sweatshirt and blue jeans, with simple attire and slightly messy short hair, walked out of the house silently with her head lowered and a shoulder bag on her back.

Seeing that the person he was waiting for had already arrived, Wu Heng deliberately slowed down his steps slightly.

When the girl was about to approach, Wu Heng, who was walking, suddenly raised his eyes and stared at the girl with a serious face, looking up and down.

When the girl got closer, Wu Heng even took a step back, as if he wanted to hide away.

Jiamin was looked at strangely by Wu Heng and thought there was something wrong with her clothing. She lowered her head and looked at her pants, then tugged on her sweatshirt, but found nothing wrong.

If there was a middle-aged man in ordinary clothes staring at her with a lewd expression across from him, she might think she had met a pervert.

But the middle-aged man opposite him, who was neatly and cleanly dressed, especially with his solemn and harmonious aura, was staring at her with such cautious eyes, which made Jia Min feel that something was wrong.

The other party's look was like looking at a dead person.

Just when Jiamin was feeling uncomfortable, the middle-aged man's eyes across from him suddenly changed, turning into pity and sigh, as if he was pitying her.

Jiamin didn't understand how one person's eyes could express such abundant emotions.

"Hello, is there anything wrong with my outfit?"

Jiamin couldn't help it anymore, took two steps forward and asked.

Wu Heng remained silent, shook his head slightly, his expression became helpless, sighed, turned around and walked out along the street.

This kind of expression change should not be too simple for him who has the ability to control his senses.

It's just that he was using a cane and his steps didn't seem to be very fast.

This made Jiamin even more furious inside.

As a young person, she was light and fast. She covered her shoulder bag with her right hand to prevent it from bouncing. She followed Wu Heng in a series of trots and caught up with the breeze, blocking him in front of him.

"Hello, uncle, why are you looking at me like this? Is there something wrong with me?"

Jiamin was a little at a loss, but she felt that if she didn't find out the reason, she would be on tenterhooks all day long.

"well!"

Wu Heng sighed, turned around again and walked towards the way he came.

"Uncle, just tell me."

Jiamin circled half a circle again and blocked Wu Heng.

"Baby, this is your life!"

Wu Heng seemed to have limited leg strength and could not get around the young man, so he had no choice but to speak.

"What... what fate?" Jiamin was shocked and asked anxiously.

She has always felt that her fate was unfair. She had killed her parents, and she had felt guilty since she was a child.

"You're going to die!"

Wu Heng sighed and said.

"Why, how could it be!"

Jiamin was so frightened that he staggered a step and forced himself to stand on the spot.

"He was born with treacherous eyes and had four evil spirits in his life. He was a traitor to relatives and friends, and died young."

"and"

"And what?"

Jiamin's face turned pale, and she believed it, because she was indeed born to see those evil spirits, but she could only pretend not to see them. When she was a child, she was ignorant and responded to those evil spirits. As a result, she attracted the evil spirits and killed her. parents.

"Son, have you promised something to others recently? There are veins in your nose and black hair in your hall. You are inviting death. Ahem."

After Wu Heng said these words, he seemed to be short of energy and coughed twice.

Jiamin's body trembled slightly, and she thought about it.

In order to save some money to support her family, she did agree to her high school classmate Qianqian to help her and her boyfriend Grizzly shoot a video of summoning Chair Girl in a few days.

When the filming is completed, she will be paid 10,000 Hong Kong dollars.

"Uncle, Master, can you help me? I never want to see those things, and I don't want to die." Jiamin said with a cry.

Her arms were half-bent and sandwiched between her sides. Although she was standing, she felt helpless as if she wanted to curl up.

"You have to pay the price for escaping your fate!"

Wu Heng said as if he couldn't bear it.

"I'm rich."

Jiamin hurriedly opened her shoulder bag necklace and took out a handful of change from the inner compartment. At a rough glance, it was only a few thousand Hong Kong dollars, which was equivalent to more than a thousand mainland dollars.

She was afraid of her uncle who often beat her and her aunt, and rummaged through her money, so she always carried all the family assets with her.

"This is not a matter of money, but a matter of misfortune and blessing. If you are lucky enough to survive death, your fortune may turn around."

"But if you choose to give up your own specialness, even though you have eliminated the evil of fate, you will also lose sight of everyone. There are gains and losses. You have to consider these."

Wu Heng seemed a little reluctant to help.

"I have long wished that I would disappear into the world. Then my parents would not die, and I would not become an orphan and be fostered in my aunt's house. I don't have to think about it. Please, uncle."

Tears flowed from the corners of Jiamin's eyes, and she choked silently. She said these words without any hesitation.

"Alas, he is also a miserable child."

Wu Heng was really helpless, "Let's think about it for one more night. This is my business card. Tell me your decision tomorrow. There are still a few days before your death. Don't worry."

Wu Heng handed over a business card with only a phone number printed on it.

"Do you have any paper there? I'll write something for you and prepare it."

Wu Heng asked Jiamin for paper and pen, and began to write: black dog blood, rooster comb blood, realgar, and gold thread

I wrote more than a dozen types in a row, and the calculation was close to 8,000 HKD. In other words, in addition to the 4,000 HKD that Jiamin had, he had to find a way to raise double the amount.

None of this writing is of any use.

Wu Heng didn't care about the small amount of money, but he knew that free things were always doubtful. Only if he paid for it and exceeded the advance payment would he believe it.

Amid a series of thanks from the distracted Jiamin, Wu Heng left the street and walked along the country path through the grass until he came to an abandoned building. After observing it from a distance, he returned to the hotel.

That abandoned building was the abandoned factory building where six poisonous soldiers were hanged. It was also the place where Master Jinlong was killed by the ghost master.

Master Jinlong's disciple Zhong Yanhuo has lived here since his master's death and used it as a dormitory.

Wu Heng took a quick look, just to check out the location.

Back at the hotel, I turned on the communicator and started to contact Xiaoyang. It was time to use her.

Chapter 5, just checking for typos