Daily life with loyal ghosts [Entertainment]

Back home, Jing Luo sat down on the sofa with a sad face.

Before Song Yi came back, the cat jumped onto Jing Luo's hand, first licked the back of his hand with its tongue, and then pressed its teeth against it, as if hesitating whether to take a bite.

Three seconds later, the cat gave up and lay down on its back, showing its belly, and meowed.

Jing Luo sighed, reaching out to rub its belly.

He should have rejected Brother Qiu just now, the haunted house, he was dizzy just thinking about it, even if there was nothing in it, he didn't want to go.

He thought of something, grabbed his phone, and sent Wu Qi a message.

Jing Luo: "Are you there? [/crying]"

Wu Qi: "Here you are, little Luoluo, what's the matter?"

Jing Luo: "I want to ask if you have amulets... something that can be worn on your body to avoid ghosts?"

Wu Qi: "Yes, but the effect is not great. It's only useful to some little ghosts. With Song Yi here, you don't need to spend that unreasonable money."

Wu Qi: "No, I wondered before, you are a ghost master, and you buy incense ashes and talismans, aren't you afraid of hurting yourself?"

Jing Luo: "... If you don't have one, forget it[/crying]"

Sure enough, it still had to be rejected.

He took a few deep breaths, and was about to call Qiu Lin, but unexpectedly, Qiu Lin called him first, his hands trembled in fright, and he hung up.

The opponent immediately hit another one.

He quickly picked it up: "Brother Qiu."

"Why did you hang up on me?" Qiu Lin wondered.

Jing Luo explained: "I'm sorry, I accidentally ordered the wrong one."

"It's okay, I just want to tell you that the company has already negotiated for you, and it cost more than one hundred thousand yuan, so you have to perform well," Qiu Lin said with a smile, "The company is very optimistic about you, but other newcomers don't." With this kind of treatment, it’s okay to sign a contract next Thursday, right?”

With just a few words, everything Jing Luo wanted to say was blocked back.

He grabbed the phone and said, "That..."

Chu Lin: "What?"

Jing Luo sighed: "Is there any script or something?"

"No, which variety show still has scripts now," Qiu Lin said with a smile, "and the show just wants to film your frightened appearances, how can it give you a script? My brother will teach you, you should practice your facial expressions at home these few days. "

Jing Luo asked, "What expression?"

"The expression when you are scared, how come we look good."

"..." Sorry, I'm afraid he can't do this.

"Hahaha, just kidding, you're so good-looking, there's no need to do all the stuff," Qiu Lin also saw his nervousness, and said, "Don't be afraid, you just need to think that the horrible events in it are man-made Alright, if you are afraid alone, you can find other guests to form a team."

Jing Luo was stunned: "Alone? Can't you bring an assistant?"

"...Xiao Luo, no matter how big a celebrity is, they won't bring their assistants with them when they shoot variety shows."

When Song Yi came back, he saw Jing Luo with a bitter face, sitting on the sofa and petting the cat.

He put on his slippers and asked, "What's wrong?"

Jing Luo talked about the reality show.

Song Yi said: "Then I won't go."

Jing Luo didn't expect Song Yi to say anything else, he shook his head and said, "The company has helped me get the position, and I will sign the contract next week."

Song Yi sat beside him, thought for a while, and suddenly asked, "Who are the guests?"

"I don't know," Jing Luo said, "It seems to be three celebrities and three amateurs, a total of six people."

Song Yi asked: "What is a plain person?"

"It's just ordinary people, not celebrities, and they were selected through registration." Having said that, it is estimated that the selected amateurs have something to do with the filming.

Song Yi spoke lightly: "Then I'll sign up."

Jing Luo was taken aback: "It's not like you don't have an ID card..."

"When will you be done?"

Jing Luo thought for a while: "The last scene in the morning the day after tomorrow."

"Okay," Song Yi got up, rubbed his hair, and walked to the bathroom, "Then let's go to the underworld the day after tomorrow, and I'll apply for a personal household registration."

**

On the day when Jingluo was finished, Mu Chenxi didn't come.

Fortunately, his last scene was not with Mu Chenxi, otherwise it would have been delayed for a few days.The set was especially quiet today. As soon as he arrived in the dressing room, he heard someone discussing in a low voice.

"Have you heard that Mu Chenxi's manager died in the villa..."

"I've heard about it, and the pictures of the scene have all come out, it's scary to death."

"Are you saying that he is the nemesis? His girlfriend died, his assistant died, he even killed the makeup artist, and now his agent is dead... Oh my god, I want to quit my job."

The director also looked worried, now give him another chance, he must have given Mu Chenxi a good job a few days ago.Now the people around Mu Chenxi died three times at once, and I don't know if he is in the mood to film again. If he suddenly quits at that time, then their TV series will not be filmed at all.

Jing Luo finished filming the last scene obediently, without asking a single word. This time, the production staff prepared a cake for him, and everyone ate it hastily in silence. With Song Yi out of the set.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but this time he came out, he always felt that the air outside was fresh and comfortable.

After returning home, Song Yi called Bai Wuchang.

Now that they have physical bodies, they cannot go down to the underworld by themselves, but they can be pulled in by black and white chains.

Jing Luo went into the bedroom and changed into an old clothes that had been around for a long time.

After he came out, he asked Song Yi to change into old clothes, Song Yi said: "My clothes are all half-new, there are no old clothes."

Jing Luo asked, "Where's your original suit?"

"Throw it away," Song Yi was puzzled, "Why do you need to change clothes?"

"After all, we are going to the underworld." Jing Luo raised his hand and straightened the broken hair on his forehead. "Many people go to jail or something, and when they come out, they burn their clothes, which is considered auspicious."

After speaking, he himself felt that he had gone far on the road of superstition.

Bai Wuchang came soon, and she hung the chain on the two of them with a smile, and said, "Hurry up, my lords, I still have work to do."

She opened the door of Song Yi's room, Jing Luo looked inside, it was pitch black, he couldn't see anything, he even suspected that there was a bottomless pit outside, if he stepped in, he would fall down.

However, without waiting for him to think too much, Bai Wuchang pulled it in, and he staggered and almost fell down.

Did not fall.

They seemed to be hanging in the dark, unable to see anything, only the white chains on their hands shimmered in the darkness.

After walking for nearly 3 minutes, I finally saw a red wooden door in front of me, the kind that can be blocked by a wooden stick.Bai Wuchang walked over, pushed lightly with his hand, and the wooden door opened with a "squeak".

Jing Luo was almost dazzled by the lantern.

The road is illuminated by lanterns inside the wooden door. There is no one on the road, and it looks like a night market that has not yet opened.

"It's a pity that you come here in the morning. In the evening, this place will be much more lively, and officials from the underworld will come here to spend the night." Bai Wuchang said with a smile, "Okay, I will send it here. How do you get to the Ghost Affairs Department? Master Song, what should you do?" Remember?"

"Well," Song Yi waved his hand, "you can go."

Retracting the iron chain, Bai Wuchang turned around and walked out of the gate.

The road was longer than Jing Luo imagined, and the lanterns around them seemed to sense something, and followed them all the way, illuminating the road.

Not long after walking, Jing Luo saw a building.

Still an office building.

Is it so up-to-date? !

Walking into the office building, the female ghost at the front desk saw them and hurriedly stood up, her face a little excited: "Master Song, you are finally back!"

As she spoke, she climbed onto the desk, as if she wanted to turn it over.

Song Yi reached out and pressed her face: "I made an appointment to apply for an account."

The female ghost retracted her body resentfully, looked to the side, and said in surprise: "This is your ghost teacher?"

Jing Luo: "...Hello."

The female ghost looked him up and down, then immediately looked away, and said sweetly to Song Yi: "Yes, you can go to the elevator, the 21st floor."

After getting on the elevator, Jing Luo just wanted to press the button, but when he saw it, he found that this elevator didn't have a staircase button at all.

The door slowly closed, and the elevator began to ascend automatically.

As soon as the elevator door opened, I saw the three characters of "Department of Ghost Affairs".

Turning east and west, I turned to a certain room, and there was already a male ghost waiting inside.Seeing them, he pushed the application form in his hand: "Master Song, sign it."

Song Yi didn't even look at it. After going up to sign, he handed the pen to Jing Luo's hand and pointed to a certain place on the paper: "You sign here."

Jing Luo stepped forward to take a look.

guardian.

……

He coughed lightly, and wrote his name neatly.

The male ghost took back the form: "Okay, the household registration book and ID card will be delivered to you tomorrow morning."

When he returned to the elevator, Jing Luo was still in a daze.

It's so simple, you got your XX account?

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard two knocks behind him.

Why is there a knocking sound on the elevator?He subconsciously turned around, and was immediately frightened—a female ghost with loose hair was hanging upside down outside the transparent glass of the elevator, knocking on the window.

Song Yi walked up to him, blocked his sight, and said in a low voice, "What's the matter."

"The two female ghosts you caught last time will be executed today," the female ghost grinned and said with a smile, "Yan Wang asked me to invite you to watch the execution."

Jing Luo was taken aback for a moment, and asked, "Liang Yuan and Lin Qianqian?"

"There is one named Lin Qianqian," said the female ghost, "but the other one is not named Liang Yuan."

Yes, Liang Yuan is the name of the possessed person.

Jing Luo hesitated for a moment and asked, "What punishment were they sentenced to?"

"Get off the oil pan," the elevator door opened, and the female ghost who was hanging upside down in midair was standing outside the elevator at this time, explaining with a smile, "Lord Hades deprived them of their right to die, and they were directly distributed to eighteen The first layer of hell is going to be a hard labor."

Song Yi asked: "Want to see it?"

Jing Luo shook his head, he didn't want to see the frying pan, he was afraid that he would lose his appetite in the future.

After the female ghost left, the two walked back the way they had come.

"Bai Wuchang is not here, can we go out by ourselves?"

Song Yi said: "Yes."

Walked for nearly ten minutes.

Jing Luo has always been sensitive to the distance, he stopped and said, "Did we walk for so long when we came here?"

Song Yi also stopped, with a dark expression on his face.

He said: "We have been hit by ghosts hitting the wall."

As soon as the words fell, the eyes suddenly became clear, the darkness around them gradually faded, and what appeared in front of the two was a large square.

In the center of the square stands a large platform, on which is a huge oil pan, and two female ghosts are hanging on the oil pan.

What made Jing Luo even more surprised was that not only the stage, but also the audience were densely packed, and all the people standing were ghosts, and they were all condemning the people on the stage.

"The two sold their house and car for a star, and their parents have no place to sleep. It's really disgusting!"

"Besides laying Gu on others, it deserves to be put in a frying pan."

Seeing Jing Luo's nervous face, Song Yi explained: "These are all ghosts waiting in line to be reincarnated, and they are harmless."

As soon as the words were finished, Jing Luo saw that the rope that was fishing the two women suddenly loosened—they both fell into the frying pan.

Immediately, the frying pan made a "sizzling" sound and the screams of the two ghosts.

Although it might be a little heartless to say so, Jing Luo felt really refreshed.

It turns out that there really will be retribution, frying pans, and eighteen layers of hell in the world.Some people do all kinds of bad things and always think that death can end everything. How can it be so simple?

After a while, the two ghosts were pulled up. Strange to say, even though they were put in the oil pan, they didn't even damage their clothes.

Song Yi explained: "What is roasted is soul."

Jing Luo nodded with a half understanding.

Before the two ghosts who were tied up could recover, the rope was loosened again, and the two entered again—this time they stayed for a long time, and they were silent before being pulled out and dragged away.

"Let's go." Song Yi turned around.

Jing Luo was stunned and said: "Can I go, just now it wasn't..."

"Someone wants us to come here to observe the sentence, and his purpose has been achieved." In short, it should be possible to walk back now.

Jing Luo followed beside him, and casually said, "Who would want us to come here?"

There is only one such boring person in the whole underworld.

Song Yi said lightly: "Who wanted us to come here just now."

Jing Luo thought for a long time before reacting: "...Yan Wangye???"

Song Yi was noncommittal and said, "Let's go."

On the way, the lantern still followed them.

When he was about to reach the door, Jing Luo found a man standing by the side of the road.

The man was wearing a new model from a big brand that came out just last month, and he looked like he had just died.

As if sensing his gaze, the man suddenly raised his head.

He was very handsome, but his expression seemed a bit serious. He looked like he was only in his early thirties. It was a pity that he died so early.

But he doesn't seem to have the right to pity others.

Just as he was thinking, a force snapped his head back.

Song Yi's face was as usual: "After I go back, how should I apply for the job?"

"There should be an audition." Jing Luo looked back and said, "I'll ask Brother Qiu later."

**

After Brother Qiu learned that Song Yi also wanted to participate in the show, his first question was whether Song Yi was about to sign a contract to debut.

"No?" Qiu Lin asked, "Isn't he participating in some program? Amateurs don't have money to get it." Speaking of this, he seemed to think of something, "Or do you two want to go on together?"

Jing Luo thought for a while and admitted, "Yes, because I'm more afraid of those... so I'll feel more at ease when he's around."

"You have to think clearly before asking him to sign up." Even though he knew he was talking on the phone and Song Yi couldn't hear him, Qiu Lin couldn't help but lower his voice, "Song Yi's face, the program team wanted to attract attention. Generally, you will agree to let him join, your coffee position is the smallest among the celebrity guests, and your shots may be divided up by him."

He hurriedly said: "It's okay, it's okay." What kind of camera does he want, he wished that the camera would never sweep over himself, otherwise it would be easy to frighten the audience with a sudden surprise.

Qiu Lin's vision was indeed poisonous. Right after Jing Luo signed the contract, Song Yi received a notice from the program team.

Since the cost of renting various equipment for the program group is not low, the shooting was scheduled for next week, and it arrived in a blink of an eye.

Before Jing Luo went out, he set up the cat's cat shelf, so that it would not be too boring at home.He rubbed the cat's head, thinking that it was a good thing he had a dead cat, otherwise he wouldn't know who to entrust it to when he was working.

The show started recording when the guests got on the car. Before that, except for Song Yi, Jing Luo knew nothing about the other guests.

After the program team knew that they lived together, they didn't say much, they just asked them to take care of the program arrangement, and let one of them go to the other side to get in the car, so Song Yi went to the opposite side of the road, and the car turned a corner during filming , edit it in the middle, it is almost like others.

It was still snowing, Jing Luo held up an umbrella and tucked his chin into the scarf.

A bus slowly pulled into the station, with a "Midnight Horror" poster on its body.

coming.Jing Luo pulled down the scarf, and when the bus stopped, he quickly collapsed on it.

There were only two female passengers in the car.

Miraculously, he knew both female passengers.

Xu Yang sat in the single seat at the front, and was stunned when he saw him: "Brother Luo?"

She stood up and wanted to walk over, but the people behind were faster than her.

Wu Qi grabbed his arm and said with a smile, "Xiao Luo, long time no see."

This is what Song Yi saw when he got into the car.

Wu Qi was obviously not very happy to see him, and rolled his eyes: "Why are you here?"

Song Yi glanced down at the hand she was holding, but said nothing.

Jing Luo subconsciously withdrew his hand and said, "Wu Qi, are you also here to participate in the reality show?"

"Yeah," Wu Qi brushed her long hair, "The price they offer is not bad, anyway, I'm bored in the store, so I came here."

Jing Luo was stunned: "Didn't it mean that amateurs don't get paid?"

"There are no amateurs," Wu Qi said, "Am I an amateur? I can tell when this driver will die just by pinching my fingers."

The bus came to a sudden stop.

Jing Luo: "..."

Jing Luo and Song Yi sat in the double seat at the back of the bus.

Xu Yang came up on the armrest, sat in front of them, and said, "Brother Luo, you... all know each other?"

"Well," Jing Luo twitched the corner of his mouth, "it's a coincidence."

Xu Yang clenched his hands and made a praying gesture: "Then you must cover me, I'm so scared."

In fact, he was a little surprised. After thinking about it, he asked, "Have you finished over there yet?"

"Yeah." Speaking of this, Xu Yan looked a little disgusted, "Brother Xi couldn't continue filming, and the end was unfinished in a hurry. The director didn't even watch the replays for the next few scenes. Alas, I wasted so much time."

Just finished speaking, the car stopped again.

The car door opened, and a man came up. He looked about the same age as Jing Luo, with short chestnut hair, and looked youthful. When he saw them, he even smiled with a deep dimple.

He picked the double seat next to Jing Luo, and said with a smile, "Hello, my name is He Yuan."

"I know, I know," Xu Yang leaned over, "You are the second male lead in that school play!"

"Yes, it's me." He Yuan's dimples are very pleasing.

Jing Luo also heard about him, he was the second male lead in a popular school web drama recently.He smiled at the other party as a greeting, and the other party immediately responded with a bigger smile.

Another guest who seems to get along well.

Now that the three stars are all together, the last amateur is missing. Except for Wu Qi's character, which he can't figure out, everyone present is quite friendly. This time the shooting should not be too bad.

Just when Jing Luo was thinking so, the car stopped again.

A man strode up. He was wearing the latest clothing of a certain brand, raised his hand to support the frame of the bridge of his nose, and quickly inspected the carriage.

His gaze hastily passed over Jing Luo, and stayed on He Yuan.

When the man sat next to He Yuan, Jing Luo still hadn't recovered.

His whole body was tense, and he subconsciously grabbed the corner of Song Yi's clothes.

Song Yi tilted his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

"..." Jing Luo approached him and whispered, "The one who just got into the car is, yes, a ghost."

Although the other party was wearing glasses, he was absolutely right, this face, and this suit...

It was clearly the man I saw in the underworld yesterday! ! !

But the strange thing is that he can't see the slightest ghost in this man.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that he didn't see the ghostly aura on him in the underworld yesterday.

On the other side, He Yuan poked his head out and introduced, "His name is Xu Chengyu. He doesn't like talking very much, so I'm sorry."

Jing Luo took a deep breath, and responded with a dry smile: "...um."

Wu Qi sat alone at the front, chewing gum at some point in his mouth.

The new ghost-sensing stone in her pocket shattered into powder again.

This program group is also excellent in picking people, picking a car full of ghosts to explore the haunted house?

**

The bus drove for nearly two hours, Jing Luo was restless, and kept sneaking glances at Xu Chengyu beside him.

Song Yi stood up suddenly: "Xiao Luo, change positions."

Jing Luo sat by the window.

Outside was a scenery he didn't know at all, and he couldn't help feeling that this city was too big. He had lived in it for so many years, and he couldn't count the places he hadn't been to with his hands and feet.

But now he is not in the mood to appreciate the street view.

Xu Chengyu hadn't spoken since he got in the car, and his eyes were only on He Yuan, who was directly in front of him.

After another half an hour, we finally arrived at our destination.

In the past two hours, the car has successfully driven to the edge of the city.

The six people got out of the car, and the director team had already set up a shed and set up various camera positions, waiting for them.

Opposite the plane seat was a three-story mansion. The outer wall of the house was dilapidated and covered with some snowflakes. It looked a bit bleak and gloomy. I don't know whether it was specially arranged by the program team or the house was just like this.

"Welcome everyone to the 'Desperate Ghost Mansion'!" the director said loudly with a loudspeaker in his hand, "Self-introductions are omitted. If you can come out of the mansion properly in this episode, we will introduce you well."

Everyone: "..."

Knowing that their names will be posted on P at this time in the later stage, the others are not entangled anymore, He Yuan raised his hands high, and said in a novel tone: "Director, tell me about this house?"

"No one has lived in this house for three years," said the director. "There used to be a family of five living in the house. More than three years ago, a murder occurred here. None of the five members of the family survived. After investigation, the murderer did not take any property with him, nor could he find any traces of the murderer. Up to now, it is still an unsolved case. After the death of this family, this house has lived in three families. They all left on the grounds of being 'haunted'. And our first challenge on "Midnight" - you will live in this house for a week."

He Yuan smiled and said: "Director, there won't be a bunch of people pretending to be ghosts in the house, right?"

The director also laughed: "No, this is a reality show, not a prank show."

Xu Yang asked: "If you live inside, what about taking a shower?"

"Don't worry about that. We have already prepared everything. The hot water supply and heating in the house, as well as the food for the week, are all arranged properly. There are exactly six bedrooms inside."

"No request?" Wu Qi blew a bubble, "I just need to live in it?"

"Yes," the director smiled friendly, and took out a lottery from somewhere, "Then let's draw lots now to decide our respective rooms for tonight."

Jing Luo got the third floor.

He tilted his head and glanced at Song Yi. The other party drew a room on the second floor.

The director asked: "Who got the room on the third floor?"

Jing Luo took a step forward: "Me."

"Congratulations," the director smiled meaningfully, "The room on the third floor is the largest room."

Jing Luo looked at the people beside him, and found that he was the only one who stood up.

meaning is……

"There are six rooms in the house, two on the first floor, three on the second floor, and only one on the third floor."

Jing Luo: "..."

**

The director team stayed outside, and only the filmmakers followed in. They were wearing black clothes and masks, and they looked obviously ignorant.

As soon as people entered, the door was closed, and they could still hear the sound of chains coming from the door.

Xu Yang was frightened: "This, is this closed?"

"Otherwise," Wu Qi sat down on the chair, took out a dice out of nowhere, put it on the wooden table and twirled it several times, "It's still pretty clean."

It is said that no one has lived in it for three years, but the surrounding area has obviously been wiped clean, and there is no dust.

"Cheng Yu, let's go, let's go to your room and have a look." He Yuan smiled with two small canine teeth, and looked at them, "Jing Luo, are you together?"

Jing Luo waved his hand: "...No."

Song Yi said: "Go, I will accompany you up."

They were followed by two photographers, and it was not very convenient to talk. When they passed by the second floor, they went into Song Yi's room to have a look.

The space is quite large, with everything you need.

Immediately afterwards, he went upstairs again, and just halfway up the stairs, he smelled an unpleasant smell, which made Jing Luo just want to cough.

He looked at the people around him and frowned, obviously smelling it too.

After they see the furnishings on the third floor, they will know where the smell comes from.

The third floor is completely different from the first and second floors. The furniture downstairs has been carefully wiped and cleaned, while the third floor is full of spider webs.

The cloth sofa in the living room has been piled up in another color because there is no dustproof product.

Walking into the room, Jing Luo instantly understood why there was only one room on the third floor.

Because this room is really too big, almost equal to the combination of two or three rooms.

The room is not as dirty as the living room, but it is still not clean. Except for the new bed, the whole room cannot be touched at all, otherwise it will be dusty.

There is also a mirror embedded beside the bed in this room.

It is fixed on the wall and cannot be moved even if he wants to. Jing Luo thinks that if the house is darker, with a few more walls, it can be used as a small haunted house.

There was a huge chandelier on the top of the bed, Jing Luo went to the switch and pressed it.

No response.

The photographer's voice was low: "The light is broken, and I will send you a flashlight at night."

Jing Luo: "..."

Song Yi said: "The light is broken, can't the program crew spend money to fix it?"

The photographer kept silent and shook his head.

Just as Jing Luo was about to say something, he heard a scream from the first floor.

"what--"

Jing Luo was taken aback for a moment, and immediately thought of Xu Chengyu, he hurried out, not caring whether there was any dust on the railing, and stuck to it to look down.

The person screaming was Xu Yang. She covered her mouth and stared at the TV screen in the living room on the first floor.

Jing Luo took a closer look, there was nothing special on the TV, it was broadcasting a popular domestic animation.

Wu Qi's tone was impatient: "It's just a TV, what are you calling so loud for?"

"It, it opened by itself." Xu Yang said hurriedly.

"The remote control is in the program group. It can be turned on whenever the director wants it to be turned on. Is there a problem?" Wu Qi threw the dice into the air and caught it firmly, "If you want to call it like that again, today it will be turned on." Sleep on the first floor by yourself, I'll go up and sleep with Xiao Luo, lest you disturb me."

Xu Yang didn't expect Wu Qi to be so unfriendly, and he was not very happy at the moment.

It's just a TV, so of course I wouldn't be so scared, but aren't they doing a show, they have to make some appearances.

Thinking of this, she didn't bother to argue with Wu Qi, and sat down next to Wu Qi resentfully with a cute face.

During dinner time, six people gathered around the long table.

Xu Yang raised her hand to make dinner by herself. There were a lot of ingredients in the refrigerator, and she cooked a table of dishes in a short time.

On the TV, the sheep and the wolf were still fighting, and one of the photographers found a wooden sign from nowhere and held it on the side, with the words "self-introduction" written on it.

No one spoke for a while, He Yuan poked Xu Chengyu beside him with his elbow: "Chengyu, please introduce yourself first."

Xu Chengyu hadn't spoken a word since he entered the house, and he looked indifferent. Everyone at the table thought why he was going to take a soft nail. Unexpectedly, Xu Chengyu raised his head as he said, and said concisely: "Xu Chengyu."

Wu Qi sat on the far left, crossed her legs, and asked, "What about work?"

Xu Chengyu said: "Assistant."

"How old are you?"

Xu Yang really wanted to ask if this Wu Qi was an undercover agent sent by the reporter, but because of the cameras around her, she sat on the side as a lady, waiting for others to ask her questions.

After Xu Chengyu finished speaking, Wu Qi changed the topic: "Song Yi, come on for a while."

What you say is like greeting a singer in ancient times.

Song Yi raised her lips: "Song Yi, 28, is also an assistant."

"28?" Wu Qi snorted, deliberately said, "I can't tell."

The directors outside were going to be furious.

"What is the meaning of this group of people? I just say their age and name when I introduce myself. Do the audience want to know their age?! Can't say anything else?!"

The staff squatted at the door, still holding the remote control in their hands, and asked, "Director, do I still need to change the channel?"

"Another fart," the director got even angrier when he mentioned this, Xu Yang behaved better, this Wu Qi is here to mess things up, right? "Who told me that she was a witch at the beginning, and I insisted on hiring her? She was a witch, but she did some magic?"

The people around him hurriedly comforted him: "Don't be angry, what's wrong with this, there are so many equipments, I'm not afraid that they won't respond."

The director thought for a while: "No, I have to make a splash tonight to exaggerate the horror atmosphere, first use the mirror in Jingluo's room."

"Ah? Isn't that the highlight of the third day?"

"Use it first, this one is not bad," the director said.

After dinner, everyone went back to their rooms, and Jing Luo followed Song Yi to his room.

"That person is really..." Jing Luo said, "Did you see that day?"

"Yeah." Song Yi stood up and was about to go out.

Jing Luo was taken aback: "Where are you going?"

Song Yi said: "Solve it early and rest assured."

"No," Jing Luo grabbed him, "It's not safe, there are too many people in the house, and the photographer is squatting outside the door waiting for me to go out."

As soon as the words fell, there was a knock on the door.

It was the voice of the photographer next to Jing Luo: "Jing Luo, the allotted time is up, and the director asked you to go back to your room."

Jing Luo went back to the room as he said. The mobile phone was confiscated before entering the house. He swallowed, held up the flashlight, and slowly moved to the bed.

The photographer has left, but there are cameras on the wall.

He closed his eyes and began to force himself to sleep.

As a result, he had just closed his eyes when a low laugh came from the direction of the mirror.

Sure enough, it came.

He clutched the quilt tightly, intending to pretend to be asleep and get away with it, when he suddenly felt the quilt on his feet being grabbed by something.

His face paled instantly——

While his scalp was numb, he was scratched at his feet again, this time directly touching his toes, it was icy cold.

It is true that the program crew arranged things on the mirror.

The thing that was grabbing his foot right now...was real too.

He quickly retracted his feet, grabbed the flashlight beside him and remembered.

"boom--"

The sound of the door being kicked open was especially noticeable on the empty third floor.

Jing Luo subconsciously turned the flashlight he had just picked up.

Outside the door, Song Yi hugged the pillow and said in the usual tone, "I'm a little scared, let's sleep together."