Merchant of the Underworld

I nodded: "Yes, but according to the rules of our industry, the mask must belong to me after the matter is completed."

The agent waved his hands repeatedly: "It's easy to talk about, but you can take away this evil thing now."

At this time, Yi Xi woke up. He was already a little unconscious because of the damage caused by the mask. He shouted: "Xiao Song, ignore that charlatan. Anyone who dares to slander me will die." ! Let him die!”

Everyone was shocked, and the agent said awkwardly: "Mr. Zhang, this..."

Yi Xi is still conscious of himself, but he is extremely irritable. I handed the mask to the manager: "Keep the mask first, but don't let him touch it! When you go back, you can coax him with nice words. I Prepare things tomorrow and then do a method.”

"Are we coming too?" the agent asked.

"Of course!" I said.

"Okay, I'll take him back to the hotel first." The agent thanked him repeatedly.

I asked the staff to untie Yi Xi. As soon as he was untied, he ran towards me, bared his teeth and threatened to beat me. Although he was restrained by others, he still kicked sand at me desperately and spit, like a irritable person. child.

I know he won't stop until he suffers some losses. It's time to show off his superb acting skills!

"Ah!" I covered my chest and fell to the ground: "My heart feels so uncomfortable, please help me."

Yi Xi laughed wildly: "Charlatan, do you know how powerful I am?"

The manager coaxed him to leave. I was still rolling on the ground and groaning. Yin Xinyue burst into laughter and said, "Brother Zhang, they have left."

"Hey, why weren't you scared? Didn't I act like you?" I asked in surprise.

"It's okay." Yin Xinyue said sheepishly.

I was hit hard, and it turned out that I was not meant to eat this bowl of rice.

I called Li Mazi, and five minutes later he came over and asked me with a smile: "Done?"

"You still have the nerve to ask, rabbits can't run as fast as you!" I wanted to kick him: "Please prepare something for me tomorrow. I want a bag of cinders that have been stepped on by thousands of people, a bottle of crow's blood, and a Clothes worn by women in ancient times.”

Li Mazi said in embarrassment: "Where can I get the clothes worn by ancient women at this hour and a half?"

Team Leader Xu had been listening and interjected: "I do have some, but you have to return them after you use them."

I asked, "Can I buy one from you? Because it might break."

Team Leader Xu hesitated for a moment and said, "Forget it, I'll give you one later, just for the smooth completion of the filming."

I thanked him, and Li Mazi muttered again: "Where can I get the cinders that have been stepped on by thousands of people?"

"Go and look for it at the gates of coal-burning factories. There are tens of thousands of people there every day. You can definitely get it," I said.

"Okay!" Li Mazi nodded.

Team leader Xu asked at this time: "Mr. Zhang, what do you plan to do with the ghost of King Lanling?"

"It's not convenient to say now." I said mysteriously.

"Can I come and visit then?" Team leader Xu asked curiously.

"Okay!" I said.

It was getting late, so I told everyone to go back and rest quickly, and the three of us went back to the house to sleep.

Early the next morning, filming started again, but Yi Xi was a little out of shape today. She couldn't remember her lines and was always distracted. She had to shoot a simple scene several times.

Li Mazi went to the county town to get some things, and I asked Yin Xinyue to go for a walk in the mountains and check out Feng Shui.

This mountain is covered with wild chestnut trees, and the unripe chestnuts hang on the treetops like sea urchins. We walked halfway up the mountain and looked back. We had a panoramic view of the entire Ming Dynasty ancient town. The Feng Shui layout is quite good. It seems that there is Designed by experts.

Yin Xinyue was tired from walking and asked me what I was looking for.

"Look for the tomb of King Lanling." I said.

"Do you think his tomb is on this mountain?" Yin Xinyue immediately became excited.

"It's possible."

Later, I found a ruined temple on the mountain. The walls had collapsed and there were some cypress and poplar trees planted around it. It was obviously a mausoleum temple.

I found a stone slab in the pile of fallen leaves, with a line of text engraved on it: "Gao Changgong, Prince of Lanling County in the Northern Qi Dynasty". I said in surprise that I found it. Yin Xinyue came over and said: "I remember that the King of Lanling in history was given by the emperor. He died, I didn’t expect that he was buried in a very elegant manner..."

"This was not buried at that time!" I frowned.

"Why?"

"You see, it says 'Northern Qi' here. They themselves would not call themselves Northern Qi. Only later generations would call them that, so I guess they were buried by later generations." I explained.

King Lanling was an extremely outstanding person. Not only was he extremely beautiful, he was also talented in literature and could lead troops in war. He was a god-like existence in the Northern Qi Dynasty. The emperor was inevitably suspicious of him.

At a banquet, the emperor was drinking and said to King Lanling: "Brother, it is too dangerous to charge into battle. You should not go to the battlefield in person in the future. I am afraid that you will make any mistakes."

King Lanling replied: "It's all my own business, I don't care about so much."

Prince Lanling was originally from the Northern Qi royal family and the emperor's cousin, so he said such things. But the emperor felt very uncomfortable when he heard this. Who is with your family? Do you want to usurp the throne? So he gave a cup of poisonous wine to King Lanling. King Lanling was only thirty-two years old when he died.

After the death of King Lanling, the soldiers of the Northern Qi Dynasty burst into tears, lamenting that the death of the God of War meant that the country would perish.

Sure enough, four years later, the Northern Qi Dynasty was destroyed by the Northern Zhou Emperor Yuwen Yong, and all the royal family were executed without leaving any one behind.

It is said that Yu Wenyong and King Lanling were admiring rivals on the battlefield, and they had a strong sense of cherishing heroes. There are many novels, movies and TV shows that depict the two of them as having a passionate relationship.

There are even unofficial records that the first thing Yu Wenyong did after conquering the capital of Northern Qi was to put on the mask of King Lanling to pay homage to his dead friend! The emperor thought that the ghost of King Lanling was still here to take revenge, and he was so frightened that he lost his mind.

So I told Yin Xinyue that it was probably King Lanling who was buried by Yu Wenyong, and then I let the people of King Lanling live and let them stay here as tomb keepers.

"Brother Zhang, do we want to enter this tomb?" Yin Xinyue asked.

"That's not necessary. I'll just take some dirt with me."

After saying that, I took off my coat, found a tile, dug on the ground for a while, and carried all the grave soil in my clothes.

On the way down the mountain, I kept spreading the grave soil out, and finally I had a handful left, which I wrapped up for later use.

The ghost spirit of King Lanling was brought out by this mask. I have to find a way to send the ghost soldiers back. Of course, the most perfect solution is to send the mask back together, but I am a ghost merchant after all.

Yin Xinyue and I returned to the set. The director rushed over like looking for the stars and the moon and said, "Mr. Zhang, where have you been? The set is in a state of chaos today."

I asked: "Did something happen again?"

The director said that was not the case. Yi Xi was even more irritable today and even beat up a makeup artist. How could anyone dare to provoke him, so they had no choice but to coax and persuade her, and they didn't even shoot a few scenes all morning.

"Where are the others?" I asked.

"After dinner, we went back to the car to rest. I'll shoot other characters in the afternoon!" the director said with a grimace.

After I, Yin Xinyue, had lunch, Li Mazi also rushed back. He was so tired that he was sweating profusely. He put a big plastic bag in front of me: "How are you? I do things quickly. I found everything you asked for." .”

I complimented him and said, "If you have nothing to do this afternoon, please help me pinch him together!"

"Pinch a villain, what kind of villain are you pinching?" Li Mazi looked surprised.

"You'll find out later." I smiled.

I fetched a bucket of well water in the town, returned to the house, mixed the tomb soil into mud, poured some crow blood, and burned some paper money and mixed it in.

Seeing me kneading mud like noodles, Li Mazi joked: "Brother Zhang, you are having a lot of fun. Do you feel like you have regained your childhood?"

"Nonsense, I never played with mud when I was a child. Every day my grandfather asked me to study at home. Okay, you two wash your hands and come over and help me make clay figurines!" I said to Li Mazi and Yin Xinyue.

There was only one bucket of tomb soil, so I told them not to make it too big, but to make a small person or pony as they pleased. They didn't pursue a physical resemblance, just a spiritual resemblance.

In addition, after pinching, do not put it in the sun, but put it in the house to dry naturally.

Yin Xinyue kneaded it very carefully and it was beautiful, but Li Mazi's kneaded it was really ugly, like a post-modern work of art. We worked for a long time and were so tired that our backs ached and we only made more than a hundred.

"It's already four o'clock, and there are still so many, Brother Zhang!" Yin Xinyue was troubled.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand: "Go to Team Leader Xu and ask him to bring a few young men from the prop team to help."

I thought the people in the props team must be very good at their craftsmanship, so Yin Xinyue agreed and went out. Suddenly there was a commotion outside, and she hurried back: "Brother Zhang, it's bad, something big happened outside!"