The director is a god... stick!

The sky gradually darkened, dark clouds gathered, gloomy and oppressive.

There was a sudden thunder in the dark sky, and the raindrops that had been accumulated for a long time finally fell slowly.

Just as Xuan Yi guessed last night, there will be a heavy rain today.

Under the majestic sound of rain, Xuan Yi had just braved the rain and returned to the courtyard where the program group was located, when he suddenly heard a strange voice mixed in the rain, coming indistinctly.

"Film Emperor Xiao, are you really kidding us? Then this joke is really not funny at all."

He also knows the owner of this voice... Well, it's Ming Haochen again.

Xuan Yi raised his eyebrows curiously, paused for a moment under the eaves, and then walked into the house.

Inside the house, two groups of people with clear banners were confronting each other.

Zhang Tianyuan, Li Junqi, Xiao Baimo, and an unknown photographer stood aside.

Opposite them, Wen Tianming, Bai Pingping, and Wu Yunyun were faintly gathered together, with expressions of disapproval on their faces.

Ming Haochen stood in front of these people, with mockery written all over his face: "There are water ghosts in the village... Don't you think these rumors are too ridiculous?"

In order to be able to show his face on the variety show "It's Impossible", he has actually endured for a long time, and has been suppressing his bitter and mean nature.

But now, those people on the opposite side said they would leave halfway!

The program team lost so many guests all at once, and it was impossible to continue filming, so his expectation of relying on the variety show "It's Impossible" to increase his popularity will definitely come to nothing.

It's about his own job, how can he bear it! ?

At that moment, Ming Haochen couldn't help venting out all the anger accumulated in recent days, with a sharp mouth like a knife: "I didn't say that, but you are messing around like this, have you thought about the consequences?"

"Those of us who record programs well, why should we be implicated by you?"

Before Xiao Baimo could speak, Zhang Tianyuan, an old drama player, couldn't get used to his face, and said with a gloomy expression, "Be careful what you say. Think about whether your own life is more important, or continuing to record the show?"

Ming Haochen sneered and said with a mocking smile: "Water ghost...haha! Three-year-olds don't believe in ghosts in this world, yet you guys actually take it seriously..."

"In this world, there really are...all of them are real, I saw them with my own eyes...we were almost pulled into the water by it..." Li Junqi said with tears in his eyes, pale face, and trembling lips.

This young girl was really terrified just now, and she hasn't fully recovered until now. She has been in a trance, and her voice is still trembling.

"Xiao Li, I know you've always been timid, but I didn't expect you to be so timid! This kind of nonsense, which is based on rumors, can actually scare you so much that you want to go home... Tsk tsk!"

She is also a popular little flower nowadays, at this time Wu Yunyun couldn't help leaning forward and stabbed her in a mild manner.

Wu Yunyun, like Ming Haochen, was looking forward to relying on this variety show to increase her status. Now that other guests want to quit midway, she must absolutely not agree.

"What do you mean by that?" Li Junqi, who was on the verge of emotional collapse, suddenly turned back excitedly.

The two of them were about to quarrel, and the weak-tempered Bai Pingping seemed to want to persuade her, but she didn't know how to speak.

She hesitated to speak, but in the end she remained silent and resumed her little transparent identity, stood aside and remained silent.

Wen Tianming, who had always been tactful, stepped in between the crowd and acted as a peacemaker, carefully persuading him a few words: "The situation is unclear now, everyone should discuss it first..."

He has always been good at exploiting interpersonal relationships and has a very high emotional intelligence.

At this time, although he, like Ming Haochen, wanted to rely on variety shows to increase his popularity and didn't want to let the other party go, he didn't say it directly, he just kept talking.

The grumpy old senior Zhang Tianyuan slapped the table and stood up: "Even if we want to discuss this issue, we have to discuss this issue with the person in charge of the program group! Where did Ming Haochen come from again? A junior? What's wrong with us?" Leave a question to point fingers?"

Ming Haochen, who had suppressed his temper for a long time, suddenly became angry and shouted: What did you say?It's reasonable to rely on the old and sell the old all day long! "

The two of them were talking, and they were about to fight.

For a time, whether it was a male star or a female star, the smell of gunpowder between them was quite strong.

And the host of the variety show "It's Impossible" was sitting on the sofa between them collapsed, holding his hair with both hands, with an expression of "you're fucking kidding me".

Indeed, such a bunch of things suddenly happened on a good program, and everyone would be annoyed to the point of hair loss.

Looking at the farce in front of him, Xuan Yi's eyes wandered among the crowd, and soon found Xiao Baimo who was standing in the corner, silent.

He bypassed the crowd and walked over, stopped beside him, and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Xiao, how is the situation?"

Xiao Baimo had sent him a text message before, and the other party had already mentioned briefly in the text message about the water ghost.

Xiao Baimo lowered his head slightly, looked at the serious side face of his Taoist priest, glanced at his handsome eyebrows, and said in a low voice: "Yes, it is what you guessed... the water ghosts in this lake have at least entrenched for decades."

Hearing this, Xuan Yi couldn't help cursing secretly in his heart.

Originally, he just wanted to come here to relax and coax Tong Tong, who is often half asleep, so he didn't bring any magical artifacts with him on this trip, not even the gold-plated ax blade and red rope that he always carried with him. They were also left at home.

But who would know that he and Xiao Baimo rarely come out to accept a variety show, so how could they meet a ghost?

Recently, has his physique become more and more special, and he is so powerful at attracting ghosts!

He calmed down, and then said in a low voice: "The water ghost is a very vindictive thing. Today you and your group escaped from it, and it will definitely come back afterward."

"The ordinary people have to get out of here first."

Xiao Baimo slightly hooked the corners of his mouth: "Heroes see the same thing, I also suggest that they leave as soon as possible."

This is exactly the reason why the two groups of people have been arguing all the time.

"Okay, don't make any noise, just be quiet for a while!"

At this moment, the host of the show, who was quite troubled, finally sighed decadently, stood up, waved his hands, and stopped the crowd who were still arguing endlessly.

He said: "The invited guests want to leave halfway. This matter is not up to me. I have just contacted the general manager of the program group."

"The general manager and the company haven't given a clear answer yet. When there is a reply, the invited guests should be able to have a direct interview with the general manager about the question of quitting midway."

While talking, the host looked up at the heavy rain outside, and said a little tiredly: "Anyway, at least we won't be able to arrange a vehicle to take you out until the rain stops."

Stone Village is really remote. Once there is a sudden heavy rain, the only mountain road leading to the outside world will become slippery and muddy, making it difficult for vehicles to walk.

His reason was justified, the two parties finally stopped arguing, each gave each other a hard look, then turned and went back to their own residences to rest.

Everyone in the house gradually dispersed, but Xuan Yi was the only one. After seeing the continuous heavy rain outside the house, his eyebrows jumped suddenly.

The water ghost relies on the water flow to exist, and uses the water flow to generate power...

"Mr. Xiao!"

He suddenly asked: "After the villager killed the chicken this morning, is there any chicken blood left?"

Xiao Baimo blinked, and instantly understood what he meant: "Of course there are some leftovers, I'll get them for you.

……

In the large porcelain bowl, the viscous and bright red blood swayed slightly, exuding a pungent bloody smell.

If ordinary people saw this bowl of chicken blood, they would probably hold their noses and stay away from it.

But Xuan Yi looked serious, raised two fingers, and lightly tapped the blood bowl with his slender, white fingertips, staining his fingertips with sticky red marks.

This movement, which should have been bloody and weird, was done slowly by him, but it was as elegant and graceful as a plum blossom in the snow.

"Dan Zhu's mouth is the god of spit out the filth and eliminate the atmosphere. The tongue god is righteous and righteous, and he can nourish the mind through life.

Luo Qiantooth is godly, but evil and true.Throat god Tiger Ben, Qi spirit draws Tianjin.

The spirit of the soul makes me understand the truth.Thinking about the spirit and refining the liquid, Dao Qi always exists. "

He opened his mouth softly and recited the "Mouth Cleansing Mantra", spitting out every word and sentence clearly from his mouth, helping himself to cleanse his dharma body, calm his mind and calm his mind, and better immerse himself in the state of practice.

Immediately afterwards, he used his finger to represent the pen, and tapped lightly on the door in front of his eyes, waving his fingertips, and the pen was powerful and completed in one go.

A blood-colored symbol was drawn on the door.

Taoist exorcising evil and breaking obscurity talisman.

Not only the door of the house, but also the windows, skylights, and various other places that can be accessed and exited, are all drawn by him with symbols for warding off evil spirits.

Zhang Tianyuan's residence, Li Junqi's residence, the photographer's residence... With the consent of the house owner, not only the program crew, but even the fat aunt's house were all marked by him one by one.

Just in case, he visited all the people who had direct or indirect relationship with that lake in the past few days.

But when it came to the last house, Xuan Yi was hindered.

Ming Haochen leaned against the door frame, staring vigilantly at the half bowl of chicken blood in his hand, with an expression of disgust on his face that was not concealed.

"I know Xuan Dao has good intentions, but...forget it!" He said with disgust.

He had had old grievances with Xuan Yi before, and the resentment in his heart had increased day by day during the past few days of getting along with the program crew, so when he saw Xuan Yi coming, he couldn't help being bitter A mean taunt passed.

He blocked the door, not allowing Xuan Yi to come in, and said lazily: "I know Xuan Dao likes these ghostly symbols, but I don't believe in these gods and gods, so you don't have to... really don't!" Xuan Yi frowned Frowning, staring at him indifferently.

At this time, the wind and rain outside the house became more and more intense, and the raindrops were swept by the cold wind, swept into the eaves, and wet Xuan Yi's trousers.

But Ming Haochen still looked like he didn't want to be beaten, blocking the door, and didn't have the slightest intention to invite him in.

"My surname is Ming, is there something wrong with your brain? Go, go, go away!"

Wen Tianming, who lived in the same room with him, saw this, stepped forward hurriedly, pushed him aside, and said courteously: "Xuan Dao, don't be so knowledgeable as this small-minded person, come here, come in and have a cup of hot tea ..."

Xuan Yi shook his head, handed the remaining half bowl of chicken blood to the other party, and said slowly: "I'm just here to take a look, if you really don't want to draw a talisman, then forget it."

If the homeowner is unwilling, no Taoist priest in this world will forcibly draw a talisman on the other party, after all, it is against the rules of the industry.

Besides, his actions today were just in case. If the water ghost really wanted to take revenge, it might not be tonight, let alone the two of them.

He said to Wen Tianming: "This half bowl of chicken blood is for your self-defense. If something strange happens at night, just pour it over."

Chicken blood is the most yang thing, if it really encounters something yin and evil, it can resist it for a while.

After all, he didn't want to stay here any longer, disregarding Wen Tianming's enthusiastic persuasion, he turned around and left despite the wind and rain outside the house.

Xiao Baimo was standing outside the courtyard gate, holding an umbrella in his hand, waiting quietly.

When he saw Xuan Yi coming out, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he sent the umbrella in his hand to his eyes.

Xuan Yi took the umbrella and sighed helplessly: "Mr. Xiao, the umbrella you brought is really a bit small."

"Could it be possible for the Taoist priest to have seen any demon cultivator in this world who would get sick in the rain?"

Xiao Baimo pushed the umbrella towards him, and most of his body was exposed outside the umbrella, wetted by continuous raindrops.

"Whether the body will get sick or not, and whether it feels comfortable after getting wet are two different things! I don't think a demon cultivator would like to be in the rain..."

Xuan Yi sighed and stopped insisting, but got closer to Xiao Baimo.

The bodies of the two were tightly packed together, and under the cover of a small umbrella, half of each shoulder was still wet by the rain.

But the two didn't realize it, they just walked quietly in the rain, on the quiet road of the small mountain village, no one spoke to each other...

……

Wen Tianming stood guard at the door of the house, looking at director Xuan Yi's figure who had completely left, his expression darkened immediately.

He turned around, looked at his roommate in the same room, and complained: "Are you stupid? Why did you offend Director Xuan Yi when you were fine just now?!"

"Anyway, there is no camera to shoot now, so why are you pretending?" Ming Haochen also looked at him with disdain, and laughed: "I know you want to flatter others, but they don't even look at you, so I feel suffocated." ?”

"you……"

Wen Tianming was angry, and just wanted to go forward to argue, but he got up too fast, and the large coarse porcelain bowl he held in his hand shook for a while, and a lot of chicken blood immediately splashed out, all splashing on his hands.

"Oh, this dirty thing..." He shook his hand in disgust, but accidentally threw the bowl in his hand, and the remaining half of the bowl of chicken blood spilled on the ground in front of their house.

The large coarse porcelain bowl was smashed into two halves. Ming Haochen didn't like it, so he stepped forward and kicked the fragments of the two bowls away: "Such dirty things, please don't throw them in front of our door."

The shards of coarse porcelain were kicked into the small courtyard, and the rain from the sky washed away even the remaining chicken blood at the bottom of the bowl. The blood seeped into the turbid rain, leaving nothing behind.

Only the few splashes of blood in front of the door couldn't be wiped clean for a while.

"Forget it, I'll call someone to clean up these things tomorrow." Wen Tianming took out a tissue and wiped his hands, then turned and went back to the bed in his room.

Ming Haochen frowned tightly, rubbed the sole of his shoe on the bloodstain a few times, then snorted coldly, and went back into the house.

The two stopped talking, and soon fell asleep each other.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and the sound of "cracking" rain never stopped.

The room the two of them live in now is located in the west of the village. It is located on a low floor, and it is not well lit and ventilated on weekdays, and it is more likely to accumulate water.

But in the middle of the night, a deep layer of water had accumulated in the courtyard, directly covering the man's ankles.

Even the stagnant water has overflowed from the small courtyard to the door of the house, washing away the blood stains on the ground at the door little by little.

Naturally, the two people who had fallen asleep in the house didn't know about these things.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that Wen Tianming, who was a relatively light sleeper, seemed to hear some strange movements in his ears, so he opened his eyes in a daze.

His bed was right next to the window, so Wen Tianming sat up half asleep and looked out the window.

It was pitch black outside, and the sound of the majestic rain was still continuous, occasionally mixed with some thin barking sounds.

Listening carefully, the sharp barking sound mixed in the heavy rain came from the gate of their courtyard.

The house they live in is temporarily rented by the program group from the villagers.

The villager also kept a big yellow dog as a gatekeeper, which was not taken away when it was rented out, and it was kept in the dog house at the gate of the house for the time being.

But they have also seen that big yellow dog, a thin and dry one, timid and honest, he doesn't bark much when he sees people, and rarely barks like he is now.

Especially now it's still midnight!

Wen Tianming thought suspiciously, and slowly woke up.

At this time, the barking of the dog outside the house became louder and louder, as if it was extremely frightened, and the sound became sharper and sharper, as if it was afraid of something.

Suddenly, the big yellow dog outside let out a yelp, and then there was no more sound. I don't know if it has closed its mouth, or encountered some unexpected situation?

Now, outside the house, there is only the sound of heavy rain falling, and occasionally you can vaguely hear the movement of the water surface a little bit.

If it wasn't late at night, the vague sound of dripping water would have been ignored.

Wen Tianming couldn't help being curious, so he couldn't help leaning against the window again, and took another peek out of the window.

At the gate of their small courtyard, there is a dim light for passers-by to walk at night. This light will not go out even in heavy rain.

At this time, with the help of the faint light, he saw a dark mass lying in the stagnant water at the gate of their courtyard, wriggling slowly.

His eyes widened in shock, and he was suddenly frightened.

The thing had long hairs on its body, it looked like a twisted person, and it looked like a weird monkey. Most of its body was soaked in rainwater, its limbs were lying on the ground, wriggling and moving, and it was crawling into their courtyard bit by bit. Come in.

The big yellow dog that was still barking just now was curled up in a ball, its fur trembling and hiding in its kennel, not daring to move, let alone barking, as if it was extremely afraid of the monster in front of it .

That group of non-human things didn't pay attention to the thin and dry watchdog. It passed the kennel, stretched out its twisted paws, and moved towards their door step by step.

As it got closer, Wen Tianming realized that what grew on this monster was not long hairs, but clumps of dark green water plants.

He looked at the scene in front of him in shock, his mouth opened wide silently, his throat was tight, and he wanted to shout but couldn't.

At this moment, the monster seemed to realize that someone was watching it, and suddenly raised its head, with its ferocious face facing the window where Wen Tianming was peeping.

It was a rotten and distorted face, under the ubiquitous dark green water plants, where the eyeballs should have been, but there was nothing there, only two black holes.

With a "boom" in Wen Tianming's brain, he collapsed on the bed in an instant, his eyes opened blankly, and he didn't even dare to make a sound. An inexplicable fear choked his heart fiercely. .

His mind went blank.

"哗啦", "哗啦".

The sound of water outside continued to sound, gradually approaching their house.

Wen Tianming shrank timidly under his blanket, not daring to move.

At this time, the monster outside the door had already climbed up the steps in front of the door, dragging a wet water mark on the ground, and a pair of twisted claws were poking towards the door.

Suddenly, it trembled violently, as if it had been scalded, and instantly withdrew its claws.

On the ground at the door of the house, a few traces of chicken blood were sprinkled, like a door lock, firmly sealing the door and blocking the monster's way forward.

The monster lingered outside the door, crawling around twisted and twisted, but it didn't rush in, it just waited quietly.

Wen Tianming hugged his quilt tightly, listening to the "rustling" crawling sound outside the door, trembling with fright, but he didn't even dare to make a sound, for fear that he would be stared at by the monster at the door.

As the non-stop rain became heavier and heavier, the water in the courtyard gradually overflowed the steps and rushed towards the door of the house.

The traces of chicken blood on the ground at the door, washed away by the rain, gradually blurred and gradually dissipated...

Until the end, the faint trace of blood disappeared completely and was washed away by the stagnant water.

The monster made a fuzzy sound, like a human's laughter, and continued to crawl forward.

The locked door did not block it in the slightest. Along the crack of the door, the monster softened, like running water, seeping into the house through the gap.

The sound of sticky and dripping crawling was close at hand, right in their room... only a bed away from him.

Wen Tianming hid helplessly under the blanket, trembling uncontrollably, feeling almost hopeless in his heart.

Back then, why did he... throw away that half bowl of chicken blood...

Why didn't he leave quickly, and didn't believe what other people said about the water ghost...

He gritted his teeth, shrank into a ball trembling, almost crying,

Now that monster is right next to his bed, getting closer and closer to him, crawling towards him... He can almost feel the cold, damp, rotten breath!

A string of sticky and slippery aquatic plants slowly climbed up Wen Tianming's ankle.

At the moment when his heart almost stopped beating, Ming Haochen, who was sleeping on the other side, suddenly turned over, muttered something in his sleep that no one could understand, and then fell back into a deep sleep .

It was this little movement that instantly attracted the monster's attention.

The water plants on the ankles slowly loosened, but Wen Tianming still didn't dare to move, still closed his eyes tightly, pretending to be in a deep sleep, only heard a "rustling" crawling sound in his ears, he was walking away from him, and turned to Ming Haochen crawled over there.

He shuddered and breathed a sigh of relief.

Soon, the sound of Ming Haochen turning over came from the other side of the house, as if he was suddenly disturbed in his sleep, full of impatience.

"Damn it, you must be sick! Why are you dragging me in the middle of the night and keeping people from sleeping...Ahhh! What the hell is this?"

Ming Haochen's sleepy voice came, and soon, the vague dream in his mouth turned into a terrified scream.

There was a "plop", as if a person was being pulled and fell to the ground.

In the darkness, Wen Tianming heard Ming Haochen's hysterical scream: "What the hell? Don't come here, don't come here... Ah——"

Then there was a sound of flesh and blood being eaten, and there were screams and curses.

It's now!

Wen Tianming suddenly jumped up from the bed, scrambled and rushed to the door, opened the door, and rushed out of the room at the fastest speed in his life.

He wants to run away, he wants to run away quickly...

As for Ming Haochen who was entangled by the monster, he had no time to pay attention to it, he just wanted to take advantage of the monster to devour him, to exchange for a little life for himself.

It's a pity that things didn't go as planned, the moment he rushed out of the house, the monster covered with water plants in the house was suddenly attracted by his movement, and a moment later, a face without eyes turned its head to stare at the open door, The rotten nose sniffed twitchingly.

"Help!!!"

In the majestic heavy rain, Wen Tianming was drenched all over, and fell into the stagnant water countless times, but he still ran wildly in a panic, screaming.

Because he could feel the sound of "squeaking" water coming from behind him.

The monster caught up and was getting closer and closer to him.

it catches up...