My Corpse is Bohemian

There are still 2 days before the cat owner returns home. Anbu has developed three kinds of delicacies, which are different from the original ones. After all, there are no detailed recipes, and the ingredients are quite different. Anbu added her own ideas. Although she can't taste much, she is confident to make food above the ordinary level based on years of cooking experience and mastery of the proportion of seasonings. Of course, the possibility of accidentally creating dark dishes is not ruled out.

Every time An Bu made a dish, he clicked a few photos with his mobile phone and sent it to Jian Ningxuan, who was far abroad, so that he could comment on the appearance. However, where is this for people to comment on? It's purely a food temptation, and it's not fragrant for the cat owner to eat. I just want to go home and enjoy the feeding of the **** shovel officer.

An Bu video chats with Jian Ningxuan every day, but unfortunately, it is difficult to light up the cat master across the screen.

Although they are separated by thousands of miles and miss each other in their hearts, their lives are not boring. One is busy sniping at the stock market of M country, and the other is busy wandering around, teasing each other for an hour every day, and having a lot of fun.

One day, An Bu suddenly received a call from Ge Tingting.

Ge Tingting is Jian Ningxuan's cousin. She was invited by her to participate in a ghost show before, and An Bu also gained a lot of anger because of this. I don't know why she was looking for her this time.

"Cousin-in-law, help!" Ge Tingting called out sadly.

An Bu: "...what's the matter?"

"We have encountered a supernatural incident!" Ge Tingting said quickly, "Not long ago, I heard that there was a rumor that there was a ghost in a hot spring villa, and many guests claimed to have seen terrible things in the villa, so our crew decided to go. The next episode of the show was filmed here, and it turned out that the haunted rumors turned out to be true!"

Hot Spring Villa? The first thing An Bu thought of was the one he had been to with Jian Ningxuan.

Ge Tingting continued: "We are filming a paranormal show, and we are not afraid of encountering paranormal events, but this time is different. A guest drowned in the hot spring for no reason. The police said it was an accident. It's that simple. Sister-in-law, can you come over to help us check the situation and solve it by the way?"

"I'm not really a ghost slayer, you can solve it if you say it?" An Bu asked, "You guys are still in that villa?"

"Yeah, the show hasn't finished recording yet." Ge Tingting replied as a matter of course.

An Bu was speechless: "Do you still want to record the show when someone dies?" Do you want to be so dedicated?

"No way, the industry is highly competitive, and it's not easy for everyone to eat and drink."

Does this sentence have any credibility coming from the mouth of your wealthy eldest lady?

"Your cousin will kill you." An Bu reminded her.

"Hey, as long as the cousin's sister-in-law comes out, my cousin will definitely open up." Ge Tingting complimented with a shy face.

"The hot spring villa you're talking about isn't 'Mingyang', is it?"

"Huh? Sister-in-law, do you know?"

It's really... An Bu has a bit of a headache. The villa is built among ancient tombs, and it's usually not harmful, but if someone digs it up, the dead energy in the tomb will overflow and affect the mental state of the stranger.

Anbu didn't even want to step into the tomb circle built in modern times, so how could he get close to an ancient tomb with a history of hundreds of years?

"I can't take care of this matter, you and your crew also hurry up and let the owner of the villa ask Mr. Feng Shui to help him take a look. The layout of the villa is very special. The reason for the accident must be that someone moved the soil without authorization. "

"Oh my God, cousin, you are so amazing." Ge Tingting said in surprise, "This villa is haunted after it was rebuilt..."

After a pause, someone seemed to be talking to her over there, and after a while, she continued to say, "Cousin-in-law, the owner of the villa is by my side, he just heard your words and wants to ask you for help. Go with you."

"You tell him what the villa looked like before, and change it back to what it looks like."

Ge Tingting repeated An Bu's words, and the owner of the villa almost cried after hearing it: "We have leveled half of the mountain, how can we change it back?"

It not only pushed the top of the mountain, but also opened dozens of tunnels between several hills, running through the north and south, as a special project.

This is to directly open dozens of unobstructed jet pipes to the dead air. God can't save you either, so ask yourself for more blessings.

An Bu refused: "I'm sorry, but I can't help."

If it was in other normal circumstances, no matter how dangerous she was, she would be willing to help, but in the face of an ancient tomb that was hundreds of years old, she would only aggravate her death, and maybe she would also kill a group of ancient people who died well. Corpse to activate.

"Cousin-in-law, are you really helpless?" Ge Tingting seemed to be softened by the boss and asked An Bu again.

"No way, let him find Mr. Feng Shui." An Bu also learned Feng Shui, but unfortunately he couldn't get out of the scene.

"Okay." Ge Tingting didn't insist, and was about to hang up when An Bu reminded her, "Don't stay there, leave now!"

"Oh, I see."

Ge Tingting agreed very well, but she was not born to be an owner of peace, and she did not realize the seriousness of the matter. She turned her head and put Anbu's reminders behind her, and followed the crew to stay in the villa to record the show.

That night, An Bu received a call from Ge Tingting again, but the caller was not herself, but the director of the crew. He only heard him anxiously: "Miss An, something happened to Tingting!"

An hour later, Anbu drove to Mingyang Hot Spring Villa.

Standing outside the door, looking at the villa in front of him where the dead aura lingers, An Bu's face was dignified, and the dead energy in his body kept surging.

At this time, in the hall of the villa, there were twenty or thirty people gathered. In addition to the owner of the villa, the staff and the crew members, there were also three well-dressed Feng Shui practitioners.

Anbu stepped in, and the death energy around her suddenly stagnated, and then it was like welcoming the leader.

For this subtle change, everyone in the hall didn't notice, and didn't notice An Bu's arrival, but their expressions suddenly became very strange, like muscle cramps, and twisted a few times unnaturally.

An Bu first looked at Ge Tingting, who was not far away. She was sitting on a chair, drinking tea leisurely.

Didn't the director say something happened to her? Where does this safe and complacent sample look like something has happened?

While thinking about it, the owner of the villa suddenly knelt on his knees and begged for mercy to the director tremblingly: "Sir, forgive me..."

Anbu: "???"

The director stepped on his shoulder stiffly, An Bu guessed that he originally wanted to use the kick, but there was a deviation in the operation.

"Slave dog, the master wants you to be buried with you because he looks down on you, but you dare to push three or four, I really don't know what to do!" The director raised his eyebrows and his voice was shrill like a eunuch.

Anbu: This... is it recording a show?

Behind the director, there were three or four people sitting, snuggling together, weeping, and looking miserable.

On the other side, two security guards were holding mops, standing straight and staring at everyone in the hall with cold eyes, like two door gods.

Three feng shui practitioners, one squatted in the corner, chanting sutras, the other staring at the ceiling blankly, and the last one lying on the ground, utterly ashamed.

"Let me out, let me out!" A crew member slammed against the wall, crying loudly.

The gate is less than three meters away from him...

"Mother, mother..." A crew member hugged another crew member's thigh, calling out to his heart.

"Let me go, let me go, you let me go!" The crew member who was hugged by his thigh stepped back in horror, screaming that his innocence was stained.

As for Ge Tingting, ignoring her glamorous and noble expression and her imperial concubine-like sitting posture, everything else is considered normal.

An Bu wondered if he had accidentally broken into the lunatic asylum?

But then she reacted again, the state of everyone was obviously eroded by death energy and affected by their residual memories. It stands to reason that the influence of death energy will not be so obvious, at most it is to see some hallucinations and have a few nightmares. An Bu guessed that because of his appearance, the death qi had undergone a qualitative change...

The black mist in An Bu's eyes swirled, he stepped forward, and went straight through the crowd. As she moved, the death energy slowly converged behind her into a river, rushing towards the villa with her.

Two minutes later, everyone in the hall regained consciousness and looked at each other blankly.

"Fuck, Er fool, what are you doing holding Lao Tzu's thigh?"

"Fuck, Brother Chun, why are your thighs in my hands!"

"Boss, why are you kneeling on the ground?"

"Rogue! Do you want to drink milk in the arms of the old lady?!"

"Huh? Who am I, where am I, and what have I done?"

After being stunned for a while, the oldest of the three Feng Shui masters came over and said calmly: "Don't panic, I just had hallucinations just now, there is nothing to be afraid of, you all come here and take one from me. The talisman, wear it with you, and the ghosts will not invade."

One person whispered: "Now I have become a master again, just now I don't know who is lying on the ground and pretending to be dead..."

The old feng shui master pretended he didn't hear it, and handed out paper talismans to everyone on his own.

The other two feng shui masters were also unwilling to be lonely, and they expressed their high opinions one after another.

"Then according to the views of the masters, what should we do now?" The boss asked humbly.

The old feng shui master said: "Take me to see the environment of the villa, and I will help you change the feng shui."

"Wait." The director interrupted, "I hired another expert, do you want to wait for her to come over before taking action?"

"Yeah." Ge Tingting echoed, "With her here, our safety is a little more guaranteed."

The boss was a little moved, but he heard the old Feng Shui master beside him disdain: "The master in your mouth is a yellow-haired girl in her twenties? What can she do? Don't scare you into trouble."

"How do you talk?" Ge Tingting glared at him, "I can also diss my cousin sister-in-law?"

"Oh, so it's your cousin-in-law." The old feng shui master had a sudden realization.

Ge Tingting gritted her teeth in anger, and was about to start spraying, but was stopped by the director: "Okay, since the masters have this confidence, let them handle it."

The old feng shui master stroked his beard and gave the director a "teachable" smile.

Ge Tingting leaned into the director's ear: "I'll let the photographer follow along and see how he makes a fool of himself!"

The director returned a gloomy smile: "Must!"

If Anbu is here, he will definitely run wild.

Let them leave, but they won't leave. I really don't know how the word "death" is written!