Daily life with loyal ghosts [Entertainment]

"What?" the director repeated, "What Gu?"

"It's nothing." Jing Luo twitched the corner of his mouth, and gently pulled Song Yi's clothes behind his back, "We were not very lucky, we didn't find anything."

The director looked disgusted: "Not one?"

"No."

"Pause." The director waved his hand, then lowered his head and whispered to the staff around him for a while.

The staff immediately turned around and went to the warehouse, then ran over with two things in their arms and stuffed them into Jing Luo's arms.

"Come on, keep shooting," said the director, "pretend you found these."

"..."

All the important things were put in the woods, and Jing Luo's hands were all small and insignificant items.

He could only face the camera and have an awkward chat, which ended in a few minutes.

"These variety shows are really becoming more and more hypocritical now," Wu Qi said as he walked back after the filming ended, "I will never watch it again."

"You...are so naive, there are no reality shows that don't have scripts at all." Xu Yang originally wanted to say something stupid, but was afraid of offending the witch, so he changed his words.

The shooting in the afternoon could only end hastily. After recording this scene, the director immediately went back to the warehouse to check whether the monitoring equipment was installed. In addition, he was dissatisfied with the recording situation just now, and called several follow-up photographers.

Several people were about to enter the house, but Xu Yang stopped: "You go in first, I have something to go to the director."

In the living room, Wu Qi cut to the chase and said, "I just saw that couple."

Jing Luo asked, "Which couple is in the photo?"

"Ah."

Song Yi poured a cup of hot water and stuffed it into Jing Luo's hand: "What did they do?"

"It seems to be trying to scare people?" Wu Qi said, "As soon as I got close, I burned him away with a spell. You dare to use such inferior methods as ghosts hitting the wall in front of my eyes. You are really brave."

"..."

"Then it can be confirmed now," He Yuan said, "The group of ghosts are all outside the house."

Jing Luo suddenly thought of something: "...It seems that there are several staff members in the program group, who live in the warehouse outside the house at night, will there be no accidents?"

"Don't worry," Wu Qi said, "I put some incense ashes in front of the warehouse when you didn't come back just now, those ghosts have no skills, and the female ghost in that couple is not even a ghost, and I don't know how they can be in this house. hiding for so long."

Jing Luo thought for a while: "The old man we saw has a very ghostly aura, could it be because of her?"

But thinking about it carefully, even though it was far away, it seemed that the old man was not as ghostly as Lin Qianqian, who had just turned into a ghost.

"She probably doesn't have that ability yet," He Yuan said, "Didn't you notice that although her ghost aura has a wide range, it's very thin."

Jing Luo was silent for a while, nodded and said: "Yes, it's very rare, so that little boy is also."

"In this case," Song Yi said concisely, "then how did their big family hide from black and white for so many years?"

Everyone was silent, Wu Qi leaned back: "Who cares about you, once the seven days come, everyone will go back to their homes."

Jing Luo couldn't hold back, and said, "Aren't you a witch?"

"What's wrong with the sorceress," Wu Qi said with a normal expression, "The sorceress is not the savior of the world, and we have no obligation to take care of these crap things."

"The current witches are not as good as each generation," He Yuan still smiled. "The witches I have seen before all regard the people as more important than themselves. They are beautiful and kind-hearted, and they are bodhisattvas."

Wu Qi suddenly sneered: "And then? Didn't they all end up in tragic death?"

He Yuandao: "Someone has to stand up, and someone has to pay the price."

Jing Luo only half understood.

He suddenly thought of grandma.

Every July and a half, grandma has to bow her body to practice, deliver ashes, and even write couplets to exorcise evil spirits for several families.

His family also has one. Although he refused several times after his grandfather passed away, his grandmother would knock on his door on time every Spring Festival every year.

After careful calculation, it seems that the Spring Festival is coming again.

When this show is over, go back to Fengshui Street to have a look.

This time the chat ended unhappily, but He Yuan was smiling, and Wu Qi slammed the door directly into the room.

Later, when Xu Yang came back, he brought a piece of good news.

Because Xu Yang is used to wearing less clothes at home, she almost came out of the bathroom several times in the past few days, so she just went to protest with the director and asked to change the camera in the room.

Of course the director refused, but after Xu Yang's hard work, he agreed that as long as there were no "special arrangements" that night, he would not turn on the camera.

In the evening, Jing Luo came out of the shower and said to the photographer, "Xiao Luo, let's record a personal interview."

Jing Luo rubbed his hair, and said in a daze, "Yes, but only me?"

"No, no," the photographer said with a smile, "everyone has it."

"Okay," he immediately went into the bathroom to tidy up, and then sat down on the sofa, "I'm ready."

"Okay," the photographer set up the camera, sat across from him, and took out the interview script given by the director in the afternoon, "Today is the third night here, what do you think of this house?"

Jing Luo lowered his head and thought about it seriously.

"I feel very sorry for what happened in this house," he said, "but at the same time, it also reminds us that if a stranger knocks on the door, we must not open it, and adults must also take care of their children on weekdays. "

I'm a bit confused with the photographer. The original intention of this question is to ask if you are afraid and how afraid you are. Why do you suddenly start to make sense?What does this have to do with children?

He quickly cut to the next question: "In this show, which guest do you think performed the best?"

Jing Luo said: "He Yuan and Xu Chengyu, the task in the afternoon has been completed very well."

"Then which guest left a deep impression on you?"

It was only then that he remembered that the setting of the program was "six people who don't know each other break into the haunted house together".

"Song Yi."

It is different from their ideal answer.They originally wanted to speculate on a CP in this session. Of course the woman is Xu Yang, and for the man, Jing Luo and He Yuan are the best.

After asking a few more questions, he closed the notebook with the shooter, and said, "Come on, one last question, if one day you were asked to go on a date with a certain guest in a haunted house, who would you choose?"

This question must be Xu Yang, no matter how bad it is, Wu Qi is okay, and the little fresh meat x witch is also very touching.

Who knew that the person in front of him didn't even think about it: "Song Yi."

"..."

**

At night, Jing Luo tossed and turned, never falling asleep.

Today, because the environmental conditions do not allow, I did not go to Chengdifu.

Could Song Yi die in bed tonight?

If the soul life is exhausted, can the body be returned?

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became. He opened his eyes, and was about to get up and take the risk to find Song Yi, when a particularly crisp voice came from his ear.

Before he could listen carefully, there were several more sounds. This sound...it seemed like many thumbtacks had fallen to the ground.

This time he was vaguely oriented, and the voice seemed to be coming from directly above him.

He lay flat on the bed, his heart beating fast, and he listened with bated breath.

bang.

Clang clang.

Followed by the vibrato of objects shaking on the ground.

Suddenly, a silver light came from top to bottom, straight into his eyes——

Jing Luo's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, he raised his hand in an instant, grabbed it in the air, and immediately felt a tingling pain in his palm.

He sat up immediately, got out of bed quickly, and then spread his palms.

A tiny silver needle lay in his hand.

It's really small, it looks like a sewing needle, but Jing Luo knows that it's not an ordinary needle.

Because it is very heavy, not at all the weight that a thin needle can have.

He slowly raised his head, and the ceiling was the same as usual, nothing unusual.

The sound continued and became more and more intense, and it could be heard that the number of needles was gradually increasing.

knock knock knock.

There were several knocks on the window.

Jing Luo's heart almost jumped out, and he subconsciously looked towards the window.

I saw Song Yi propping his hands on the protruding wall outside the window sill, met his gaze, and smiled.

Jing Luo came back to his senses, and hurried to the window to open it, "Why are you here..."

"There are cameras outside the corridor," Song Yi jumped into the room neatly, "Don't worry, I'm careful, I didn't get seen."

"No, I mean, how did you come here?"

Did Song Yi also hear the voice from above?

Song Yi's tone was natural: "I can't sleep without you here."

"..."

Seeing that he didn't say anything to chase her away, Song Yi smiled and was about to walk to the bed.

"Don't go," Jing Luo grabbed him, "There are things upstairs."

After speaking, he raised his hand, wanting to show Song Yi what was in his hand.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened his palm, he felt a lightness in his hand.

The needle actually disappeared under his hand.