so cute

A huge golden light spun around Jing Jiujiu's body, the golden light was so dazzling that the ghosts crowded around in the film and television city ran away one after another, but they couldn't help looking at him with greedy and yearning eyes.

In the end, the ghosts all knelt down under the awe.

The cold mechanical sound sounded again at the same moment:

[Drop the new title "God of Creation of All Things"]

Jingjiu:?

what.

So 6?

……

The movie is completely finished.

Bai Yuhuai's studio, company, and the crew's official post all posted on Weibo.

A total of two photos were posted on Weibo.

The first one is Bai Yuhuai holding a bouquet of withered flowers, lowering his head and drooping his eyes, with a handsome and indifferent side face, which contrasts with the bouquet of flowers, and has an indescribably bleak taste.

And the other one seemed to include all the members of the crew. In the photo, they turned into small black groups.

[Do you think this is strange? As soon as the film is finished, I think the black clouds hanging over the film and television city are less.]

【In the second photo, I always feel like I saw something strange...】

【what? 】

[A phantom wearing a crown, tall and tall, dressed in red]

[Background cloth?It's a horror movie after all]

Netizens reacted enthusiastically to the photo.

But no one knew that that photo framed a hell.

On the second day after the film was finished, all the staff were evacuated from the film and television city and returned to their families.

Only Jing Jiujiu and his party remained in the city.

Yan Mo sat on the ground, not even a chair that fit his figure.

As for the desk in front of him, it was moved out of the building, a small desk only for primary school students.He just sat at the desk like this, with no sign of disgust on his face.

Jing Jiujiu lay on the table, stretched out her hand, and poked it.

That is a pen.

It was seven inches long, and it was pitch black, but it was engraved with golden inscriptions.

"Judge pen?"

"Ah."

Poke another thing.

This thing looked much tattered, yellowed, and didn't even have a book cover, it was so rotten that the pages would fall off at any time.

"Book of life and death?"

"Ah."

Yan Mo stared at Jing Jiujiu, struggling to force a voice out of his throat: "...one more..."

Jing Jiujiu: "Grandma Meng?"

Yan Mo: "..." "No, no."

"Oh."

In Jing Jiujiu's impression of the legends of the underworld, there are only Hades, Po Meng and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.That's all he knew from reading the comic strips of Journey to the West when he was a child.

More... I really don't know much about it.

If it weren't for Bai Yuhuai's daily science popularization, he would still know nothing about metaphysics, ghosts and gods.

Bai Yuhuai came forward from behind, stretched out his hand to gently stroke Jing Jiujiu's neck, then wrapped his arms around his waist, gently hugged him, and carried him down.

Only then did Bai Yuhuai say: "It's a six-way reincarnation."

Yan Mo looked at Bai Yuhuai, still wary of a formidable enemy.Yan Mo responded in a low voice: "Yes."

But after answering, he seemed to feel embarrassed again.

"There was once a fairy stone carving of the Six Paths of Reincarnation. If the stone carvings were placed in the underworld, the Six Paths of Reincarnation would naturally restart." Bai Yuhuai's tone was still flat, as if he was talking about something unimportant.

However, Yan Mo paused, bent down slowly, lowered his head, and looked at Bai Yuhuai: "You...how...know?"

When Jing Jiujiu heard this question, he was startled for a while, then turned his head and asked, "Isn't it sloppy?"

Bai Yuhuai: "Yes."

Master Zhou listened to a few words beside him, and vaguely understood, he couldn't help interrupting now: "Then this Zhuowu is powerful enough... he made everything?"

Bai Yuhuai pursed his lower lip, looked at Jing Jiujiu's expression, and denied, "It's not great."

Master Zhou:?

Isn't that great?

Carving the Six Paths of Reincarnation in stone, and putting it in the underworld, it will come true, isn't that amazing?This is almost equivalent to turning a stone into gold or making a man out of clay, right?This should be put in the story of cultivating immortals, it must be a saint who reaches heaven and earth, has great power and great fortune!

"Then where is this stone inscription?" After Jing Jiujiu asked, he paused, and then replied to himself: "It's also in Gushe Mountain? That's where the corpse found by Master Tingyi was found. ...Did Zhuo Wu live on Mount Gushe in the past?"

Bai Yuhuai: "Yes."

Jing Jiujiu stood firm, and wanted to reach out to pat Yan Mo on the shoulder, entrusting him with the task of guarding the "New Hell", but when he stretched out his hand, he realized that he couldn't reach it.

Jing Jiujiu wrinkled his nose.

Then you can't stretch out your hand to touch it... How ugly...

At this time, Yan Mo suddenly bent his waist even lower, and put his shoulders under Jing Jiujiu's hand, letting Jing Jiujiu touch him.

Yan Mo: "I will stay here... to stay... to suppress thousands and ghosts. You go here, thank you..."

Bai Yuhuai soured imperceptibly, and fixed his gaze on Yan Mo's shoulder.

At this time, Yan Mo and Jing Jiujiu were still looking at each other.

Even though Yan Mo's face was dead white, his eyeballs didn't move, and he didn't have any emotions inside, Bai Yuhuai still had an indescribable sourness... It seemed that the two were expressing affection in front of him Woolen cloth.

Bai Yuhuai said, "Where is Assistant Zeng?"

As expected, Jing Jiujiu's attention was drawn back immediately.

He turned to look at Lin Zhi.

Lin Zhi said OK to him: "I understand, I understand!"

Lin Zhi grabbed a ball of chaos and asked where Assistant Zeng had gone.

Chaos murmured a few words, but he couldn't understand them anyway, and then flew out of Lin Zhi's hand.

"Oh shit!"

"madman……"

Assistant Zeng was clutching his chest at this moment, describing himself in a state of embarrassment, almost daring not to recall the shock of that moment as if the world had changed.

Even though he had heard countless descriptions about the restoration of the gods from the mouth of his superiors, when this moment really came, Assistant Zeng only felt terrible.That's not something that people can touch at all...

Turn a city into a hell?

Thanks to him for figuring it out!

With such power, it's not easy to crush him to death?

Assistant Zeng thought of this and ran even faster.

But before he stepped out of the city, his figure suddenly lightened, and a cloud of dust wrapped him up.

"Ah! What?"

"Let go! Ahhh..."

Assistant Zeng was transported in the air until his head was dizzy, and finally stopped.

"Pa-ta", he was thrown to the ground completely, and he fell completely.

Jing Jiujiu knelt down, stared at him, and said slowly, "Aren't you going to welcome me back? We can leave now."

His tone was polite, even lighthearted.

But when Assistant Zeng heard this, his scalp felt numb.

He raised his head cautiously and looked at Jing Jiujiu... The young man's face was still so beautiful, but he had the illusion that he brought a devil back with him.

Bai Yuhuai stood aside and said in a low voice, "Let's go."

Assistant Zeng was bitten by the little ghost, and he was so frightened that he rolled on the ground: "Let's go, let's go! Let's go!"

They all got into the car.

Used to be an assistant as a driver.

Xu Sanyu, Lin Zhi, Master Zhou... and the little ghosts, they didn't bring any of them.

There were only three people in the car.

But the fewer people there were, the more oppressive it was for Assistant Zeng, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

And two people in the back seat.

"Do you play games?"

"beat."

Assistant Zeng's face was numb, he was trembling in the front, but happy in the back.

The most unbearable thing is that the subsequent games are still good.

He still dare not say.

When the car finally arrived at the destination, Assistant Zeng seemed to have endured some kind of purgatory torture. When he opened the car door and walked down, he staggered.

"……right here."

Jing Jiujiu and Bai Yuhuai did not get out of the car.

Assistant Zeng couldn't help turning his head: "You..." As soon as he opened his mouth, he immediately understood.It's really sad, after studying for so many days, I can understand what they mean without a teacher.

Assistant Zeng gritted his teeth humbly, stepped forward, and knocked on the door.

In front of him is a self-built "villa" in a village and town. Outside the villa area, there is a big iron gate with Yin-Yang and Eight Diagrams symbols painted on it. The array of symbols is so huge that it almost covers the entire door.It seems that only in this way can the things inside be suppressed.

It's not far from the film and television city.

It's no wonder that among the first wave of ghosts to come, there were the kind of ghosts with many hands and feet that I had seen on the Taoist priest.

After Assistant Zeng raised his hand and knocked three times, the inside immediately understood.

With a "squeak", the door slowly opened from the inside.

Many people in white clothes surrounded a young man and slowly approached.They all bowed in the direction of Jingjiujiu and made a big salute: "Welcome the return of the gods..."

Jing Jiujiu licked her lower lip.

Just this picture.

Enough to arrest them and sentence them for several years.

The young man was the first to get up, staring at Jing Jiujiu, and said in a low voice, "Although we saw each other a thousand years ago, today we can finally see the true face of the god."

Jing Jiujiu: "Did you meet me thousands of years ago?"

The young man smiled: "After Zhuowu's deduction, I once drew your portrait. I have treasured that portrait for thousands of years, and it hangs beside my bed..."

At this point in the painting, Bai Yuhuai's face darkened slightly.

What, also deserves a portrait of wine collection?Still hanging on the bed?

"I painted it with fat to keep it from decaying for thousands of years, and it is still lifelike." The smile on the young man's face became deeper and deeper.

Bai Yuhuai whispered in Jing Jiujiu's ear, "Fat oil is corpse oil."

Jing Jiujiu: "..."

He quickly grabbed Bai Yuhuai's sleeve, and whispered to him, "Is there something wrong with this person?"

terrible!Use this kind of thing to preserve it!

The young man was about to walk inside with him, and he would take him to see the painting no matter what.

Jing Jiujiu wanted to see it, but he didn't dare to look at it, so he just tightened Bai Yuhuai's sleeves, and asked Bai Yuhuai in a low voice, "Why don't they seem to recognize you?"

"No one has seen Zhuo Wu's true face." Bai Yuhuai whispered in his ear.

At this moment, Assistant Zeng hurriedly followed.

The rest of the people gathered around to congratulate him on his great achievement.

Assistant Zeng's eyes were dull, what great achievement?What I bring back is catastrophe!

The head of Jingjiu: "Huh?"

At this time, they finally entered his room under the leadership of the young man, and saw the portrait hanging above the bed.

The portrait is indeed not decayed, it is still lifelike.

His brushwork is delicate and vividly depicts the appearance of Jingjiu wine.

The young man stared at the painting, showing a bit of fanaticism, and said: "This painting is exactly like yours. It's just a little... I don't know why, back then, Zhuowu didn't click for the people in the painting. Eyes."

In that painting—

Jing Jiujiu stood by the black lake, the sky was collapsing, the earth was cracking, everything in the world was shaking, only he stood there steadily, with a peaceful and beautiful face, slightly lowered eyes, only thin clouds wrapped around his body, like a lingering cloud. Reiki, instead of clothing.

Bare feet, arms, neck to collarbone...all clearly visible.

Jingjiu:?

Jing Jiujiu: "Why were you a..."

Old-color-batch?

Bai Yuhuai's face turned green.

The author has something to say: Jiu Jiu: Surprisingly better than me!