After Being Possessed by Spirit World Giants [Transmigration Book]

In his previous life, Wen Yue's troubles with money were limited to counting the wrong balance, but now, he has to have the balance first.

In order to revive "Hero Media", the Mao siblings are desperate to eat and receive all kinds of "orders" for wonderful performing arts, wishing they could perform in the streets themselves.

After a series of tortures, Wen Yue felt more tired than when he was a trainee, but no matter how tired he was, he couldn't stop the joy of being healthy, disease-free and pain-free, even now it seemed to be dismantled.

As Wen Yue thought about it, his eyelids began to fight, and a white shadow jumped in his mind like a sudden flame.

"If you think of me, you can meet in a dream."

The cold and deep voice is like a clear spring lingering in my ears.

"Tsk, isn't the true owner of the body a schizophrenic?" Wen Yue was a little distressed. This disease is not easy to cure, and it is very necessary to have a physical examination.

Just as the eyes were about to close, a cold touch on the jaw was like a rippling heart, rippling from the surface of the skin to the bottom of the heart.

"Missing me?"

The man's voice sounded again, and Wen Yue suddenly opened his eyes.

The beautiful face disappeared suddenly, and a name came out involuntarily - Chi Huang!

"Mr. Wen, Mr. Wen?"

The cautious call came to his ears, Wen Yue opened his eyes, and the assistant was looking at him worriedly.

A trace of confusion flashed in Wen Yue's eyes, but her professional attitude and excellent acting skills well concealed her inner emotions.

"Teacher, isn't the recent schedule too tight? You have to pay attention to your health," the assistant said worriedly.

Wen Yue waved her hand, stood up, and looked around the studio.

The assistant was puzzled. With Wen Yue's current status, many high-quality resources were at his fingertips. Why did he bother to catch up with channels he had never contacted?What's more, the subject matter of this movie is so sensitive...

The operation of this project is mainly overseas funds, and the starring candidate has already been finalized, the whole process of closed shooting, the confidentiality work is extremely good, Wen Yue has used many personal relationships, which can almost be described as "grabbing".

Only Wen Yue himself knows the reason behind it. The person who gently pulled him when he was in a desperate situation seems to have disappeared from the world for many years. Countless figures appeared in the dream somewhere in the crew. A glimpse.

After many years of vicissitudes and ups and downs, Wen Yue ignited the fighting spirit of entering the showbiz for the first time, and his whole heart surged.

He immediately put forward a request to contact the crew, but the agent brought news that he was rejected.

"As long as you join the group, you can play any role, and the salary is negotiable." Wen Yue said to the agent,

"You are...why?" The manager tried to help him clear his mind, but Wen Yue's eyes lit up, he took out the pen and paper, and quickly "brushed" with his right hand to draw, and after a while, he handed the drawing paper to his face .

A sketch portrait, it should be said that it is the back of the portrait, tall and handsome, with the lines of the profile soaked in the light and shadow, which makes people look forward to what a perfect face it is.

"Help me pay attention to whether there is such a person in the crew." After Wen Yue became famous, her reserved personality became more and more prominent. She was young and quiet like an old man, and it was rare for her to show her impatience.

"Oh? Met an old friend?" The manager was slightly taken aback, and then curled his lips, "I understand that, and I'll do my best."

"Old friend..." Wen Yue looked at his back for a moment of loss of consciousness, and a hot stream buried in his heart spewed out like lava, covering his cold heart in an instant.

Is it really a dream?

The tactile sensation from the warmth of the hand spread to the skin, turning into a stream of light and dispelling all the haze.

Having pushed back all the schedules, Wen Yue sat on the sofa, enjoying the rare quietness, with her head slightly tilted to the side, as if leaning on that figure's shoulder.

"Buzz...buzz..."

After an unknown amount of time, the vibration of the phone disturbed Wen Yue's dream.

It was a call from a broker.

Wen Yue answered the phone immediately.

"I agree to join the group." The other party's tired tone was relieved, "However, playing a role..."

Wen Yue didn't hear his second sentence.

He picked up his coat and called the driver at the same time. Within 5 minutes, the black nanny car was already speeding down the highway.

"Brother Yue, what's the rush to go into the mountain at this time?" In the side-view mirror, the driver saw Wen Yue looking out of the window in profile, in the dim twilight, like a person in a cartoon.

"Oh, I received the announcement." Wen Yue looked at the bustling city that was fading away. The first-time festivities cast a light yellow gauze over the mid-air of the city. Looking down, it was extraordinarily magical.

When we arrived, the moon was setting and crowing in the deep mountains, chilling the bones.

Wen Yue and his assistant were arranged to wait in the lounge. He must have been too tired recently. The always professional Wen Yue fell asleep unconsciously, and the soft-hearted assistant didn't wake him up in time.

"Mr Wen, hello."

Still, the person who came saw the sleeping figure, and the other party spoke in not-so-fluent Chinese, "I am the assistant director, and I am in charge of selecting actors."

"You can speak English, I can understand it." Wen Yue smiled,

The assistant director's expression immediately became much more relaxed, and then he explained the shooting process and the crew's consideration for the role.

"You mean, my role hasn't been decided yet?" Wen Yue's expression froze, did his expectations come to nothing?

"No, no," the assistant director shook his head, "The director has not yet finalized the choice of the leading role. It is very strict. You must audition the play yourself. This is the script. You should prepare it first."

Wen Yue glanced over, her heart speeding up inexplicably.

I had heard that this drama had a same-sex theme, but I didn't expect the audition scene to be so intense.

As a professional actor, Wen Yue pushed himself into the emotional world of the character, observing the people and things around him from his perspective.

The lines are so well written.

A few words hit the soul directly, expressing the character's desire and helplessness to the fullest.

A few dialogues pushed the conflict between the two to the extreme, completely arousing the other party's pathological possessiveness.

Seeing the back, Wen Yue couldn't help blushing and her heart beating, her breathing became uncontrollably rapid.

"Mr. Wen, it's your turn." The assistant director pushed open the door of the inner room, and gestured "Please come in" to him.

Wen Yue took two deep breaths and stepped in.

red tint.

A huge round bed.

Typical hotel furnishing.

For Wen Yue in the role, this is his "work" place.

A slender figure stood where the light and shadow intersected, looking out the window.

Such a scene can't help but make Wen Yue gasp, it's him!

He had envisioned countless scenarios where the two would meet, but he never expected it to be so sudden.

The figure still turned its back to him, alienated and indifferent.

Wen Yue's heart was surging, until his good professionalism reminded him that if he didn't speak his lines, he would be cold.

"Mr. Z? I didn't expect him to be so handsome. How do you want to play? Full set or a la carte, clock or night?"

Wen Yue quickly entered the mood, things went smoothly unexpectedly, he had to stay.

Around the back, the air suddenly became cold.

Wen Yue didn't notice it, and walked to the side, leaned over and opened the drawer, and there were all kinds of "toys" in great variety.

"Z……"

Before Wen Yue finished speaking, she was pulled up by a force and pushed down gently.

There was a flower in front of my eyes, and my hands were locked.

A handsome face came into view.

The other party gritted his teeth and said in a fierce tone, "Do you think this can scare me?"

He moved closer again, his warm breath slid along his cheeks to his earlobe, "What didn't we do when we were in school?"

Wen Yue tried her best to suppress the panic deep in her heart, and looked at her with good eyes.

Why does the "benefactor" he has been thinking of look exactly like Bo Xianyun? !

"Mr. Z, did you admit the wrong person?"

Wen Yue subconsciously continued to read the lines, after all, he had been looking forward to this scene for so long.

The astonishment in the opponent's eyes was fleeting, and the anger almost went to his head.

He pressed against the back of Wen Yue's neck, with a crazy expression on his face, "If you can't hide it, you have to pretend to have amnesia, Wen Yue, save yourself!"

Bo Xianyun's performance has no sense of disobedience, as if he has become one with the character.

Wen Yue also entered a deeper level with his emotions, the crisp sound of metal clashing seemed to hit the nerves, and Wen Yue's wrists were quickly fixed to the head of the bed by handcuffs.

"How about we play for an unlimited time?" Bo Xianyun's slightly raised lips charmed all beings, but Wen Yue felt fear from the bottom of his heart.

"Sir, there is no such option... Ah..." A big hand suddenly penetrated into the bottom of his clothes, and the movement of attacking the city made his whole body tremble.

He stretched out his hand to fix his jaw, and forced him to look at him, "This is scary, it was you who took the initiative before."

While speaking, he suddenly stood up and distanced himself from Wen Yue.

The hot skin is suddenly exposed to the air, and the coolness is even worse.

Wen Yue couldn't tell whether he was acting or expressing himself naturally. Bo Xianyun's perfect performance and extremely precise rhythm made the scene extremely real. At this moment, this is their life.

Bo Xianyun tilted her head to look at Wen Yue on the bed, showing an extremely complicated smile, and leisurely opened the drawer.

This is the end of the audition scene.

Although the other party did not completely follow the script, his physical performance was impeccable.

Wen Yue was still trapped in emotions and couldn't extricate himself, her chest heaved violently.

Thin Xianyun's movements caught his attention.

He was slowly taking out the things in the drawer, and laying them out neatly in front of him, playing with them with great interest, and looking at Wen Yue from time to time.

Wen Yue was occupied by inexplicable unease, and he struggled with his bound hands. He couldn't support his body in this position.

"Director, is this paragraph over?"

He probed cautiously.

Bo Xianyun stared fixedly at the table, surrounded by unspeakable silence.

Only those "tools" exude a high-cold metallic luster.

He turned his head suddenly, his dark eyes were bottomless, his thin lips parted slightly, and a cold and deep voice came to his ears: "No, this is just the beginning."

He's not kidding!

Wen Yue's heart skipped a beat, and his cool fingers crossed the brow bone, along the side of the cheek to the neck.

"Why are you looking for me?" Bo Xianyun approached slowly,

"He knew?" Wen Yue was a little confused.

"Why?" he asked, bullying himself.

Wen Yue turned her head, "No, nothing..."

"It seems that you can't tell the truth without some means." His eyes darkened, but his tone was calm, and Wen Yue was startled by what he picked up.

"Wait!" He said anxiously, "One evening in the summer five years ago, you said something to me by the bridge, do you still remember?"

"Oh?" Bo Xianyun looked at him with interest,

"Let go of me first." Wen Yue strikes while the iron is hot,

"What did I say?" Bo Xianyun put one hand on his struggling shoulder.

There was no expression of joy or anger on his expression, Wen Yue was involuntarily flustered for the first time, he tried his best to hold his breath, "You said 'now is not the time'."

"Just that one sentence?" He raised his eyebrows.

"En." Wen Yue's current appearance knew that he was not convincing, but at that time, his heart was like an earthquake. Even if Bo Xianyun spoke a few seconds later, he would have jumped off.

Bo Xianyun's other hand paused slightly, Wen Yue's breath was still hurried, but the ice in his eyes seemed to melt, and his whole body seemed to relax a little.

Standing up slowly, he took out a light blue bottle from his suit pocket, narrowed his beautiful eyes, "I don't believe what you said."

Wen Yue: ...

Eighteen kinds of martial arts were superb that night, and the two were in love with each other, not knowing the heaven and the earth.

Wen Yue opened his eyes suddenly, it was already bright outside, and he was still in his rental house, with the sunlight shining on the ground through the window.

"Are you awake?" came a cold and deep voice.

Wen Yue propped up his body, and Bo Xianyun sat on a chair not far away at some point, holding a yellowed book in his hand.

"It's so short of breath when falling asleep, could it be..." He raised his eyes.

"No!" Wen Yue flatly denied it.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Bo Xianyun continued.

"Oh, that's how it is." He showed a little interest, "I was in the dream."

Wen Yue's cheeks were hot, "You said you couldn't see my thoughts."

Bo Xianyun put down the book and came closer, "But, I can guess."