After Being Possessed by Spirit World Giants [Transmigration Book]

"I always feel that someone is helping Zhou Xiaolu," Wen Yue thought thoughtfully, "Could it be the mastermind behind the scenes?"

"No." Tong Xin denied it categorically, and met Wen Yue's suspicious gaze as soon as she raised her head.

She sighed slightly, and explained: "That person's mana is not weak, and he doesn't bother to change his soul. Instead of scaring the snake, it's better to continue to pursue the original clue."

Her words seemed to make sense.

Wen Yue withdrew her scrutinizing gaze, was silent for a while, and suddenly asked: "Chihuang, what is the purpose of the other party's collection of souls?"

Tong Xin's eyes fluttered, "I don't know."

Wen Yue looked at her quietly, "On the one hand, release worms and eat souls, on the other hand, collect souls. Are the two things related?"

Tong Xin's expression froze, and a chill appeared in her eyes, "Excessive thinking will trigger soul-eating insects, don't think too much, I won't let you have trouble."

Wen Yue and her looked at each other for a moment, their eyes were soft and soft, "Yes."

No matter whether she is Gao Man or Zhou Xiaolu, she is not the one she is looking for.

So far, the "suspects" include Liu Binglan, Wang Huanhuan, and Zhao Lingwen.

The three of them looked more normal than the other, and there was nothing suspicious about their behavior.

"By the way, there's one more thing I don't quite understand." Wen Yue said, "Since Gaoman was replaced by Zhou Xiaolu, why does she still act the same as before? At least... she should treat Liu Binglan differently."

"This is the brilliance of 'it'." Tong Xin said lightly, "Before you succeed, you know how to hide yourself."

"No success? You mean..." Wen Yue's expression froze.

"Yeah." Tong Xin yawned, "You helped her complete the last step of eating Gaoman."

"Me?" Wen Yue's heart trembled,

"Gorman heard the conversation between you and her. At the last moment, the desire to survive was shaken..." She said, her half-closed eyes finally closed, and fell into a deep sleep.

In the early morning, the warm sun filled the window lattice, Wen Yue lowered his eyes, and his angelic sleeping face came into view, and his heartbeat accelerated inexplicably.

Actions preceded brains, and by the time he reacted, his fingertips had already combed the broken hair around her ears.

Wen Yue's eyes were a little blurred, and suddenly he found that his fingers were turning white, like countless small bugs coming out of the bottom of the skin.

In an instant, half of the palm was covered with white frost.

Wen Yue's heart was beating wildly, and the unknown place deep in her heart seemed to sink into an endless abyss.

"Could this be the feeling of 'Soul Eater'?" Wen Yue clutched her chest tightly, breathing with extreme difficulty.

He was afraid that Tong Xin would stumble back to the bed when she saw her current appearance, and plunged into it...

"Om..."

"Om..."

"Om..."

The phone vibrated back to Wen Yue's consciousness. It had been ringing for some time, and there was only one battery left.

"Brother Yue," came the voice of the field lady. She has now become a "full-time" contact person, always exchanging gossip, and even switching her address to a friendly version.

"Still resting? I'm sorry to interrupt you." The young lady said apologetically, "The filming of the second half is almost over. The director wants to talk about the precautions for the easter egg part. Please come over."

"Okay, right away." After years of work habits, Wen Yue subconsciously bounced off the bed, looked up, and found that it was past three o'clock in the afternoon.

Pain suddenly spread throughout the body, as if the body had been torn apart and put back together again.

Tong Xin was still lying on the sofa, sleeping peacefully.

Wen Yue stood aside, unable to bear to wake up, she closed her eyes and said, "Wait a moment."

Wen Yue: "...Did you hear that?"

"Yeah." Tong Xin got up slowly, her face was pale and she looked very weak.

"Are you okay?" Wen Yue asked with concern, deliberately hiding her discomfort.

Tong Xin raised her head, Wen Yue was slightly startled.

"Fire Phoenix, you..."

Tong Xin touched her cheek, "Why, do you look more and more like me?"

Wen Yue nodded.

"I have to speed up the progress, this body won't last long."

Tong Xin frowned. She had frowned more often recently.

"Haunted house?!"

Hearing this plan, Wen Yue couldn't help but let out a low cry.

"I like this idea very much." The director narrowed his eyes, showing great interest.

"Director, I have an immature idea. Will this idea not fit well with the theme of the show?"

Wen Yue tactfully put forward his opinion. According to the current situation, the actors have either been replaced or their souls have been devoured, and there are also behind-the-scenes masterminds and innocent mortals. Don't create a haunted house to add chaos!

The director gave an explanation very patiently. First, this was an idea collected online and received the highest number of votes;

The reason why I said so much is to encourage Tong Xin to participate.

According to the latest statistics, her votes are still rising, and she has a tendency to counterattack. According to this speed, it is not impossible to win the championship of this round.

"Okay, I agree to participate."

Tong Xin readily agreed.

"Good! Promising." The director smiled, as if seeing a new star rising.

"Why?" Wen Yue was puzzled. Given the situation of the two of them, saving their lives was the most important thing, so why deliberately risk it?

"Because it's a 'haunted house'." Tong Xin said lightly.

"That's right," Wen Yue said anxiously, "How dangerous is the haunted house."

Tong Xin raised her eyes and asked, "Tell me, the place where the mass graves gather corpses, the place with the most yin energy within a hundred miles, why was it chosen by such a coincidence?"

Wen Yue felt a sense of death and no life, and thought: "You can check whoever chose it."

"There's no need to check." Tong Xin looked at the sky, "I chose."

Wen Yue: "?!"

"It doesn't matter anything else, the soul-eating worm in your body can't be delayed any longer." Her expression was determined, and her tone was unquestionable.

"But your situation..." Wen Yue frowned and stared, "I'll tell the director, I don't agree!"

He turned to leave, but Tong Xin grabbed his arm, "What's the hurry, there is still a way."

For the next few days of filming progress, there are still the location of the Datang Furong Garden, Tang Dynasty women's skin care experience and a SPA project, which is relatively easy.

With the successive broadcast of the first two episodes and the small climax created by the first show, Tong Xin's popularity exploded and quickly climbed to the second place. There is a faint trend of surpassing No.1 Liu Binglan and leaving No.3 Zhao Lingwen behind. a lot.

In the evening, Wen Yue and Tong Xin came to the restaurant. In addition to filling their stomachs, they planned to observe the behavior of the actors carefully, hoping to find some flaws.

The restaurant specially prepared by the hotel does not have many diners, most of them are managers and assistants. In order to keep in shape, the actors can consume as few calories as possible, and basically save dinner.

Tong Xin chose the largest plate on her own, and the cream cake alone took up half of it. She was about to serve a piece of steak when someone bumped into her back.

Zhao Lingwen didn't see Tong Xin's distressed appearance in her ideal, her complexion turned dark involuntarily, just in time to meet her gaze, her back suddenly felt cold.

"Hey, Tong Xin, you put a lot of effort behind it, right?" She pretended to be calm, and she bent her eyes, but there was no smile on her face.

Her voice was not too loud, just enough for everyone present to hear, and her imagination was boundless.

Holding the plate, Tong Xin stared at her for a moment, then curled her lips, "Is it too much more than you? I'm really sorry."

Wen Yue almost sprayed the soup all over the table, Zhao Lingwen was choked enough, staring at her with red eyes all the way, if there were not so many people watching, it would not be impossible to strangle Tong Xin on the spot.

Tong Xin returned to her seat on her own, held up the egg tart and ate it with relish, quickly swallowed two, and asked, "Does it look abnormal?"

"No." Wen Yue raised his hand to wipe the cake crumbs from the corner of her mouth for her.

"Huh? She seems very excited." Tong Xin turned her head to scan Zhao Lingwen.

"Isn't it normal not to be excited?" Wen Yue said, resting his chin, "Don't look, it will be difficult to deal with if someone gets angry on the spot."

"Oh." Tong Xin turned around and continued eating.

Wen Yue suddenly put down her chopsticks, and said with a serious expression, "Are you saying we are 'dark under the lights'?"

Tong Xin puffed her cheeks, looked up at the crystal lamp on the dome, "It's not dark."

Wen Yue: "...I'm not kidding."

"Me neither." She glanced at him.

"I thought of another question." Wen Yue said in a low voice.

"Oh?" Tong Xin finally got serious.

Wen Yue said, "Is there a standard for collecting souls by the mastermind behind the scenes? Why are they selected?"

"Oh?" Tong Xin's eyes stayed on his face for two seconds, "It makes sense."

Wen Yue: "...As a master of the underworld, shouldn't you express some professional opinions?"

Tong Xin shrugged, "No objection."

"Chihuang, what are you hiding?" Wen Yue was puzzled,

"Don't think too much, ah!" Before Tong Xin finished speaking, a stream of heat flowed down her neck.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" The woman's timid voice came from a high place.

The skin where the heat flowed through quickly turned red, Tong Xin raised her head suddenly, and Peng Yayang held the empty coffee cup expressionlessly.

"Sister Yayang, are you okay?" Zhao Lingwen responded in a timely manner, asking the "perpetrator" immediately.

"Go to the doctor first." Wen Yue got up, and the skin was even redder when he looked closely.

As if nothing happened, Peng Yayang turned his head and left.

"At least I should apologize!" Wen Yue hovered over his head angrily, and stopped her loudly.

Peng Yayang stopped with his back turned, his shoulders shook violently, and he didn't know whether he was crying or laughing.

"What are you yelling at?" Zhao Lingwen "stepped forward", "Sister Yayang didn't do it on purpose."

"You!" Wen Yue hurried to stop him, but Tong Xin grabbed the corner of his clothes: "Forget it."

"She did it on purpose." Wen Yue said angrily, "Tomorrow's finals and the easter eggs afterward will all be broadcast live, your body..."

"Look around." Tong Xin sipped her coffee and said quietly.

Wen Yue quickly glanced around.

At some point, Liu Binglan was sitting on the sofa at the door, Gaoman was standing beside the sofa with folded arms, and Wang Huanhuan was coming in from the garden.

They seem to be busy with their own affairs, and they seem to be secretly watching their every move.