Wearing the white moonlight of the two dead

Just when the secretary was puzzled, Jiang Yuhan looked up lightly.

He immediately looked back.

the next day.

As soon as Jing Cen thought that the person he had a crush on would go, he got up early in the morning to tidy up. He changed the clothes in the closet one after another. He didn't open the door until it was almost recording time at eight o'clock in the morning.

Ji Hui yawned and sat lazily on the chair to wait, until he heard footsteps in the corridor before raising his head lightly.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw Jing Cen who was dressed like a white peacock, and was slightly speechless.

"You wore this all morning?"

Jing Cen was very satisfied with the white suit he chose, and looked in the mirror for a long time, and choked when he heard Ling Ling's words behind him.

"You ghosts don't understand human aesthetics."

"Don't look at this suit as ordinary, but every time I show up in this white suit, the fans scream crazy on Weibo."

He said it as a matter of course, and he didn't feel how unnatural it was for a superficially reserved and bad-tempered actor to secretly peek at fans' Weibo.

Ji Hui shook his head.

"as long as you are happy."

He glanced downstairs. Unexpectedly, Xie Cong was not at home today and left early in the morning.

Jing Cen didn't take this matter to heart, after all, his elusive roommate was not at home too often.

As soon as the two went out, the director's team's car was parked outside the hometown. In order to ensure the privacy of the residents, the hometown never allowed the filming team to enter. Even the director's team could only wait outside.

As soon as Jing Cen faced the camera, he immediately returned to the arrogant and arrogant look on TV, and nodded slightly after walking over.

"Jing Yingdi, the time is just right, so let's go now."

He asked the photographer to show Jing Cen the lens and say hello.

At this time, Ji Hui had already sat in the car. In front of the car were the driver and the director of the co-pilot. He could only sit in the back seat.

Simply this kind of recording equipment can't capture him.

Jing Cen got into the car after saying hello.

At this time, I remembered the spirit behind.

"Well, are you there?" He coughed from the bottom of his heart and asked nonchalantly.

Ji Hui said lightly: "Yes."

Jing Cen was finally relieved when he heard that the other party also got into the car.

"That's good."

Because the director was in front, and there was still a camera somewhere, Jing Cen maintained his movie star face, and was rarely quiet for a while.

However, before half of the journey, Ji Hui heard someone calling him again.

"I forgot to ask just now, what color clothes are you wearing behind your back?"

He still remembers when Ji Hui questioned his aesthetics.

I couldn't help being a little curious in my heart: what clothes do ghosts wear?

Do ghosts wear clothes too?

After he finished speaking, he seemed to feel that he was a little embarrassed, and his brows were a little annoyed, but he added something.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just curious."

Ji Hui: ...

Gee.

He turned his head lazily.

"red."

red.

Such a bright color?

Jing Cen didn't know what he thought of, and there was some redness on that gorgeous face that was not easy to get along with.

However, Ji Hui waited for his ears to turn red, then raised the corners of his lips and said in a nasty way: "Don't you know that all ghosts wear red clothes?"

A ghost immediately broke the picture that Jing Cen had inexplicably thought just now.

Driven by the spirit behind him, the scenes of horror movies he had seen in the past suddenly appeared in his mind, and he thought of the ghost in red clothes.

Jing Cen fell silent.

Ji Hui smiled, glanced at him, and finally looked away leisurely.

He looked out the window and found that the outside was getting more and more remote.

Fengzhao villa area was also one of the best luxury residential areas in those days, and its garden architecture was very famous.

At that time, the layout of the landscape of the pavilion and courtyard attracted many real estate businessmen. During that time, Fengzhao Garden, almost every day, anchors and Internet celebrities came to check in.

The house price is also sky-high.

If there were no rumors of being haunted back then, this luxurious garden area would not have been abandoned like this.

Ji Hui raised his eyebrows.

Seeing that as the car got deeper and deeper, there were no people outside the window all the way.

It was gloomy outside, and it looked like it was going to rain.

The director turned his head and looked a little annoyed.

"Hey, why does it look like it's going to rain?"

He whispered to himself outside the camera and complained.

For this kind of program that is partly recorded outdoors, rainy days are more troublesome.

It was still morning outside, and there was a faint cloud over his head.

The driver said comfortingly: "It's just cloudy, and we won't be able to get down."

"This is the weather in City A during the rainy season."

The director looked at the sky and nodded, although he knew what the driver said.

However, his expression was a little complicated.

They originally checked the weather forecast and thought that today would be sunny and auspicious, so they set the date for today.

I thought about setting up an altar outside the camera during the lunch break after the brief introduction.

In broad daylight, people feel somewhat better.

It's just that I didn't expect the sunny day that was promised to become cloudy.

They recorded the program, saying that it is impossible not to be taboo about this kind of haunted house with a terrible reputation.

If it weren't for the fact that the person in charge of the Jiang family is an atheist, the inspiration for this variety show's program would be really good.

They also dare not cooperate.

The director was thinking in a mess, not long after passing through an ecological park, he arrived at the place.

The air in the ecological park is very good. The fresh air that comes in after opening the car windows makes the people in the car involuntarily relieved, and the eyebrows relax a little.

"This place is really suitable for vacation."

Ji Hui glanced through the ecological park and saw the buildings in front of him, and he saw the classical portal.

Although the Fengzhao garden villa area has been left unused, it has not been reduced to an abandoned building.

The security system outside the garden is still there, and the security and property personnel are still here.

The people in the program team have communicated with the people in the property before.

After seeing their car, the people from the property management came over.

"Is it a recording program?"

The property manager, who was dressed in professional attire, smiled.

The director also nodded: "We communicated before."

"Well, you guys come with me and park the car here."

"No cars are allowed inside."

The director turned his head to signal the driver to stop, while he and Jing Cen got out of the car.

"Old House Renovation" is a live variety show.

Everything is restored live.

Including going to Jing Cen's home to pick up people, and the scene in the car all the way, but the program group has kept the recording location a secret for the sake of gimmicks.

From the audience's point of view, they can only see the number of kilometers driven on the screen, but they don't know where the director's car went.

Now seeing the numbers stop, they are all guessing.

Netizens who were looking forward to this variety show originally thought that the director team would renovate old houses and the like.

After all, there have been no such projects in the past two years.

However, it wasn't until the director's team arrived at the Fengzhao Garden Area and turned on the camera that everyone realized something was wrong.

Old houses are indeed old houses.

It's just that this ancient house is still a haunted house!

"Damn, why are you here?"

"This is Fengzhao Garden Villa Area, right?"

"I remember correctly that this area has been deserted for many years."

"Did the director go to the wrong place?"

Netizens were puzzled. At first they thought it was the wrong place, but when they saw the director's expression, they felt inexplicably... Could it be that the program team is doing something wrong?

Jing Cen didn't know about the Fengzhao Garden Area before, but now he is more concerned.

He just frowned after following the property manager in front, and said in his heart, "Why are there so few people here?"

"Why does it feel like there's no one in there?"

Since they entered, they only saw a very beautiful landscape courtyard, which is very large, larger than many large playgrounds, and the pure ancient buildings connect the courtyards of each household inside.

Cooperating with today's slightly cloudy weather, it looks good, but it is not popular.

There was no sound of birds.

Looking at the soaring resentment in front of him, Ji Hui decides to tell Jing Cen the truth in order to avoid the protagonist's death.

"Because it's haunted."

Haunted?

Jing Cen froze as soon as he raised his brows, and his expression became suspicious.

I didn't expect such an answer at all.

"are you kidding me?"

Ji Hui was a little surprised: "Why should I joke with you?"

hiss.

No.

Haunted here?

He looked at the garden landscape in front of him, he hesitated for a moment, and thought with a toothache:

He just remembered not to go to the wilderness. He never thought that he would meet a haunted person while recording a program in City A.

Seeing the people around him stop, Ji Hui turned around and smiled: "Don't you have bodyguards? What are you afraid of?"

This sentence coincides with the sentence "I will protect you" in Minshan Village.

Jing Cen took a step forward unconsciously.

Yes, he still has a soul behind him.

Although the back spirit didn't say anything, he would never let him go.

Thinking of this, Jing Cen continued to walk forward with a calm expression, but turned to look at the expression of the director in front of him, not as kind as before.

Shooting a variety show in a haunted house is like dying.

It took about 5 minutes to walk in from the main entrance, and we arrived at the center of this shooting.

Courtyards with exquisite and classic decorations and water village styles appear in front of you.

Zhou Daoqing coughed.

"Everyone sit in the booth and wait."

"There are still a few guests who have not arrived."

"We will introduce this theme when everyone is here."

This time the director team picked people up separately, and there were five other guests besides Jing Cen.

In addition to two professional designers.

Several other star undergraduates are also design majors, or they are well-known adventure enthusiasts, and they all fit the theme.

Hearing the director's words, everyone who took the car all the way had no objections.In the pavilion, while watching the surrounding scenery, wait for other people to come and meet.

Ji Hui asked Jing Cen to wait outside.

I glanced at the resentment that was permeating the surroundings, and prepared to look around casually.

He has always been interested in visiting such places.

I don't know if it's because of the weather, but the whole garden is gloomy. You can feel a gust of wind just standing behind the rockery. Haunted houses of this level are rare.

Ji Hui searched around, thinking he would see some bloody scene.

However, unexpectedly, the garden was very clean, and looked no different from normal ancient buildings.

Did the Heavenly Master clean it up before?

Ji Hui thought about it.

Jing Cen outside kept calling him, Ji Hui glanced and walked out.

"You left just now?"

Jing Cen yelled several times just now but didn't hear a response, so he knew that the back spirit should leave.

There were a lot of people around, and there were cameras, so logically speaking, he wasn't afraid.But I don't know what's going on, when the spirit behind him is not behind him, he subconsciously screamed.

"I searched the Fengzhao Garden Villa area just now, and saw the disappearance of the anchor back then."

"What did you find?"

As if to hide the unease in his heart, Jing Cen asked with a frown.

Ji Hui looked indifferent: "It's nothing, it looks like a normal villa."

Jing Cen breathed a sigh of relief.

"I just said, how dare the show crew be so bold."

"This is a live broadcast. If something happens, how dare they take responsibility."

Ji Hui didn't respond.

Just looking at the garden in front of me, I still feel something is wrong.

The resentment inside doesn't look like it has been cleaned up, but there is indeed nothing.

Very strange.

There was a slight interest in his eyes.

At this time, footsteps came from not far away, and other guests had already arrived.

In the car, the director had already introduced several guests this time, and after seeing that they were all assembled.

Director Zhou talked about the theme of this time.

"Fengzhao Garden was abandoned for a long time before, and everyone has heard the rumors about it."

"But in today's scientific society, superstition is not a thing. Our main purpose this time is not only to transform Fengzhao Gardens, but also to promote the work of breaking superstition."

He paved the way for a lot of time.

The guests present and the netizens in front of the TV had some bad premonitions.

Jing Cen's eyelids twitched, and he heard the director say: "Jiang's Group has provided sponsorship. We need to use the terrain and rumored characteristics of the entire program to transform Fengzhao Garden into a new type of ancient Chinese-style haunted house."

After he finished speaking, there was a moment of silence in the bullet screen, and then it exploded in an instant.

"Build a Chinese-style haunted house in Fengzhao Garden?"

"The director is really talented."

"I only knew that the director had invited Jing Yingdi to be the trafficker, but I didn't know that the director was actually playing such a big game of chess. I'm disrespectful and disrespectful."

Because of Director Zhou's words, the program was broadcast live for less than an hour, and the number of viewers soared, and the screen was almost overcrowded.

Ji Hui was not surprised.

It's a strange idea if it's not popular.

But what he was curious about was, what kind of Fengzhao Garden would they build?

he was thinking.

Director Zhou said: "The transformation of Fengzhao Garden depends on our guests."

"Everyone can visit the garden first in the morning."

"After going back, write down the theme of the haunted house that you think is suitable, and then the second session will be chosen by Mr. Jiang from the Jiang Group."

"There's plenty of time, don't worry."

After Director Zhou's speech, the property manager gave everyone a key to the courtyard, and a video camera was installed behind the six guests, announcing free activities.

Ji Hui had already visited the garden before, and was too lazy to go again. After leaving a mark on Jing Cen, he just waited in place.

He was leaning against the swing in the courtyard, suddenly looked up and raised his head.

I saw a person on the viewing platform on the second floor of Zhaoyuan.

——Jiang Yuhan.

where is he

Ji Hui raised his eyebrows.

He and this so-called bamboo horse haven't seen each other for three years, and when they saw each other again, they still didn't recognize the man in suit and leather shoes.

But... why does this person feel colder than three years ago?

The tall man stood far upstairs, and even across an area, he could feel a strong sense of oppression.

When Jiang Yuhan came, the people in the garden had dispersed.He was standing at the pavilion on the second floor, waiting calmly, but suddenly his fingertips were stabbed, and his eyes turned in one direction.

It's a swing in the garden.

There was a bit of wind at the moment, and there was no one on the swing, just swinging by itself.

He didn't know why he inexplicably shifted his gaze to the swing just now, it was just a little strange.

Jiang Yuhan lowered his eyes, and suddenly heard a voice in his ear:

"Mr. Jiang is here so early?"

He is the director of the program group.

Jiang Yuhan looked away and nodded lightly.

"Has it started yet?"

Director Zhou responded.

He didn't follow the camera behind him, so he hesitated for a while and said: "Also...Mr. Jiang, this place is a haunted house after all, do you want to let the celestial master who accompanied the group come over at noon to do a practice?"

Director Zhou had already invited a celestial master recommended by a friend to come over, and now he came to talk to the upstairs because this Mr. Jiang seemed to be an atheist.

His tone was a little apprehensive.

Jiang Yuhan paused slightly on the brows, glanced at the swing in the middle of the courtyard, and said lightly: "It's up to you."

Director Zhou finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking in his heart, it seems that although Mr. Jiang didn't believe it, he didn't deliberately organize others not to believe it.

This is much easier to do.

After solving the problem on his mind, Director Zhou's depressed mood due to the cloudy weather along the way improved a lot.

"Mr. Jiang, do you want to go down for a walk?"

"The scenery here is good, it's rare to come here."

"I told photographers to avoid you?"

Jiang Yuhan's eyes were on the swing, his ice blue eyes narrowed slightly, but he did not refuse.He didn't ask Director Zhou to accompany him, and went downstairs by himself.

The huge Fengzhao Garden Area is like a ghost town at this time, Jiang Yuhan walks through the rockery at will, and walks to the lakeside by himself.

The swing was still shaking, Ji Hui turned his head when he heard the sound of footsteps, unexpectedly it was Jiang Yuhan who came down.

He glanced at the other party, and was about to look back, but suddenly paused slightly, seeing the wound on Jiang Yuhan's fingertips.

It's not surprising that ordinary people get hurt, but what makes Ji Hui weird is—how come the wounds on Jiang Yuhan's hands are exactly the same as those on his hands?

He was about to leave, but he suddenly stopped and turned his eyes to the person he had never looked at before.

After looking at it, I found that Gong Er, who was originally murdered by Lone Star, had lost his fate at some point.

Moreover, his body was full of evil spirits, and his life span was shortened by half?

Who can take away Jiang Yuhan's lifespan?

Ji Hui frowned, a little puzzled.

Looking at Jiang Yuhan, she seemed to be keenly aware of the gaze, but she still couldn't see herself, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

There was some noise in the ears, indicating that the guests were coming back soon.

Just as Ji Hui was about to look away, he suddenly smelled a very faint fragrance from Jiang Yuhan's body.

The aroma lingered on the tip of the nose.

It aroused his appetite in an instant.