Daily life with loyal ghosts [Entertainment]

Jing Luo said in embarrassment: "...you let me down, I can run by myself."

In the end, he was resisted like this and entered the woods.

When they came down, they had already reached somewhere in the forest, and the house could no longer be seen.

The family of five stood quietly in front of them, their appearances were very different from those in the photos, and there was no expression on their faces.

Only the youngest child in the middle was still thumping his hands to come up.

He was picked up by the woman behind him.

"Did you erase everything?" asked the stooped old woman.

Song Yi: "Yes."

At that moment, the expressions on their faces were a little loose.

It wasn't panic or anger, they were unusually calm, and there was even a hint of relief.

Jing Luo tentatively asked: "Is that pattern drawn for you?"

"Yes." The old woman seemed to be a representative among them. She paused and asked, "In a while, someone will come to pick up our family."

Song Yi asked: "Is this why you called us here to talk about this?"

"Not at all," the old lady's eyes dimmed, "I just feel that I need to give an explanation for this matter."

"I'm not interested in listening." Xu Chengyu said suddenly, turned around and made a gesture to leave.

Then he was pulled by He Yuan.

He Yuan didn't say anything, Xu Chengyu glanced at him, but stopped.

"It was an ordinary Saturday. My wife and grandson were at home. My son and daughter-in-law went out to buy ingredients. Our family planned to have a lively weekend dinner," the old lady spoke slowly, with a hoarse voice. There is a taste of vicissitudes, as if telling a story, "My wife and I are both old, and I can move around fairly easily. My wife has been in a wheelchair for a long time. I was cleaning the room at the time, and my grandson was alone Sit downstairs and play with toys..."

Jing Luo lowered his eyes and looked at the white snow on the ground.

"Then there was a knock on the door. My grandson probably thought it was his parents coming back, so he went up and opened the door."

"Then, a demon came in."

"He cut off my grandson's hand, then hugged my grandson, came up and threatened me and my wife, and we were all killed by him in the end. Not long after, my son and daughter-in-law also returned home."

"When they saw the blood on the ground, they must have been terrified. They stumbled upstairs, only to be surprised, but they didn't find a person standing behind the door of the room. In the end, he took advantage of my son's unpreparedness..."

"It takes a buffer period for a person to become a ghost after death. It can be as long as a few hours or as short as a few seconds. My wife and I are both the former, otherwise my son would not have died. After we become ghosts, the first The first idea is to kill this demon, but you know, if a person really wants to hide, even the police will have to search for a while, and we have never met that demon, so it is not easy to find it."

"Unexpectedly, when he was worrying, he came back by himself."

Speaking of this, the old woman finally had some emotional fluctuations. She twitched the corners of her mouth and drew a sarcasm: "He acted alone. Our family is not very rich, but our assets can't be transported all at once." He probably didn’t think it was enough to leave, so he came back soon.”

He Yuan said: "Then he never went out again."

"Of course, it's only right and proper to kill people for life." The old woman smiled, and the cracks on her mouth were a little scary, "I don't have any hobbies, I just like to tinker with some rare things. Changna bought each one for its own use, among them was a set of wooden stakes and silver needles, on which we nailed him and tortured him every day, this is the retribution he deserves.”

"But you are also ghosts, won't you be affected when you meet those?" Jing Luo couldn't help asking, "Who drew the patterns on the ground?"

"No, the magic weapon will recognize the owner. As for the pattern... It doesn't matter if I tell you, it was drawn for us by our benefactor. He heard about our family and came here immediately. After all, so many years have passed He should have died long ago."

"Some time ago, you were discovered by Chen Lianming?"

The old woman murmured, "Chen Lianming..."

"It should be the writer who stayed last time." The host beside her reminded.

"Oh, yes, he found us," said the old woman. "We didn't intend to hurt him. In fact, every resident who comes to our house will not be substantially harmed. We just want to Just keep this home. Fortunately, he didn't have any malice towards us, and he left after knowing our situation. "

"I know you hate him very much," He Yuan said with a normal expression, "but you are not judges, nor are you the king of hell, you can't judge him to die, and you can't judge him to be tortured after death. You have stayed in the world for so long, although It didn't hurt anyone, but there were still a lot of rumors, let alone imprisoning ghosts privately, you will definitely be punished after you go down."

"I've done everything, so don't talk about it anymore, and I don't regret it," the old woman raised her eyes, looking in the direction of the house, "No one can avenge us except ourselves."

"You are wrong. After the incident happened, the police had already grasped that person's information immediately. In this type of extermination case, the death penalty is absolutely inescapable. After entering the underworld, he will also wear the body of guilt and must be punished." Suffering from the frying pan, there is no possibility of reincarnation in the past hundred years."

The expressions of the people in front of them all changed.

The old woman gritted her teeth: "I don't believe it, these are just your rhetoric. Are there still few wicked people who have escaped in the world?"

"Are you questioning us?"

A female voice sounded, Bai Wuchang was walking towards here from not far away, dragging a white chain.

"What kind of place are you looking for? There's no such thing as a Taoist sect, so you're in trouble," Bai Wuchang complained, before turning around and saying, "Maybe there are some people who can escape legal punishment, but when they go underground, what they did before they died It will appear in the judge's book in every detail, and no ghost can escape."

After she finished speaking, she reached out and touched the child's head, then knelt down and tied the iron chain around his ankle.

Jing Luo: "The one in the attic..."

"Don't worry, I've sent him away first. There are so many needles on his body, it's enough for him to suffer, and I have to arrange torture for him after he goes down." Bai Wuchang immediately returned to his smiling face, "Master Jing, I haven't seen you for a long time, but I miss you, will you come to the underworld to observe the execution when the execution comes? You caught the people who put the frying pan in the last two times."

Before Jing Luo had time to refuse, Song Yi gave him a cold look and said, "He won't go."

He Yuan smiled: "What about me?"

"I don't dare to miss you." While speaking, Bai Wuchang had already tied the five people with iron chains, she got up and clapped her hands, "Then I will take them away."

"Wait!" Jing Luo quickly stopped them, "I still have a few questions to ask them, is that okay?"

Bai Wuchang stopped in his tracks: "Of course, you can ask."

"Where did you hide that man's body?" He asked, "If you don't find it, this case will never be closed."

"I don't remember," the old woman narrowed her eyes, "It's just □□. I just threw it in the woods. It's been so many years. If you ask me now, I can't remember it."

"No," Song Yi interrupted her, "You know."

The old woman was silent for a while, then suddenly sneered, "Yes, I know, but I won't say it, if the underworld wants to settle the score, let's just settle it."

"Where in the woods?"

The old woman was taken aback.

"Not in this forest!"

"Left?" Song Yi raised his eyebrows, "Right?"

The old woman gritted her teeth.

"Looks to the right."

"Mom, forget it, it's been so long, there's no need," the man next to the old lady raised his eyes, and finally said, "On the right, near the end, I really don't remember the exact location."

Jing Luo nodded and asked the last question: "I saw a lot of gadgets in the house, such as hourglasses... I want to ask how you all bought them?"

The old woman looked at him inexplicably.

"Of course I bought it from my benefactor."

**

Until they left, Jing Luo was still bowing his head in thought.

He had only seen those objects in his own shop.This family has been dead for decades. According to the time calculation, the benefactor she mentioned should not be grandpa.

There may be a store he doesn't know that is also selling these things.

"Let's go," He Yuan urged, "When the time comes, the program crew can't find their way for a long time, so they should be suspicious."

"Well," Jing Luo thought for a while, "Let the program team call the police in a while."

"Don't," He Yuan interrupted him, "don't call the police yet."

"why?"

He Yuandao: "We are filming a program. The subject matter of this program is on the verge of being banned. We called the police. When the police intervene, can this program still be broadcast?"

"But we can't just leave like this, so isn't this case an unsolved case forever?" Jing Luo frowned.

"I didn't say I wouldn't call the police." He Yuan patted the snow on his shoulder, "I'll report it after the broadcast. I don't want the show to die halfway. Wouldn't it be useless to stay for so many days? You are a ghost teacher It’s been a few months, and we should know that money is also a necessity for us. Besides, the bones have been here for so long, so it’s not too late.”

Jing Luo hesitated for a while: "OK."

Back at the house, the director put his hands on his hips, with a puzzled expression on his face: "What did you guys do? You ran so fast?"

He Yuan: "Race."

"..." The director's expression was indescribable, "Do you still need hugs in a race?"

Jing Luo's ears were a little hot: "Song Yi said, let them be alone."

Song Yi smiled, humming in agreement.

director:"…………"

God damn let a person.

Back at the house, Wu Qi sat on the sofa, saw them coming back, and casually asked: "It's resolved?"

"Well, it's resolved." Jing Luo heaved a sigh of relief.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect or something else, but when he looks at the house now, he doesn't have the eerie feeling before.

"The sun is out!"

Someone yelled outside.

It's been snowing a lot these days, and it's been cloudy.

Now, the sun is shining on the ground, and the sun is just right, and Jing Luoguang can feel a little warmth when he looks at it.

"Okay, let me tell you about the arrangements for the evening." The director suddenly clapped his hands, "Everyone sit on the sofa."

"Arrangements for the evening?" Xu Yang's expression was not very good-looking, "Don't everyone have to sleep at night?"

"Don't worry, I won't delay your sleep," the director smiled happily. "Tonight, let's play a ghost story game."

There was a lot of wailing underneath, not only Xu Yang, but even Jing Luo and He Yuan had bitter faces, Song Yi turned his head to look at the people around him, and howled too.

The director was a little surprised. He didn't expect them to cooperate so much. Before that, only Xu Yang would give him some response.

He was very satisfied, waved his hand, and said: "The fresh ingredients have been delivered, let's eat first, after we finish eating, let's arrange the venue, and then start right away."

**

The program group obviously paid attention to this link.

When Jing Luo came out of the room, the living room was completely dark, and the sofa had been moved to nowhere.

Six people sat in front of the fireplace, which was not lit, and each of them had a candle beside them. The light from the candle was very weak, and reflected on everyone's faces, it looked very scary.

They sat in a circle, with Song Yi on Jing Luo's left and Xu Yang on his right.

No one has spoken since the staff called them out of the room, and the atmosphere is very good.

Jing Luo was a little nervous.

The director only said it was a ghost story, and didn't reveal anything else.

It is not mentioned who is telling it, and the content of the story is not even mentioned.

Xu Yang was obviously also very nervous. She swallowed frequently and couldn't help asking: "Luo Luo, do you know who is telling the story?"

Jing Luo smiled: "I don't know."

"It's so dark that I can't see anything, I'm a little scared," Xu Yang said timidly, "Why don't we hold hands and listen?"

Unexpectedly, the other party would have such a request, Jing Luo was taken aback for a moment: "Huh?"

"is it okay?"

Jing Luo subconsciously looked to the other side.

Song Yi was also looking at him, the firelight reflected on his face, making his outline stand out clearly, his face was expressionless, and his black eyes were dark and gloomy.

Jing Luo looked away.

"...No more."

Xu Yang didn't expect him to refuse, a little annoyed, turned around and didn't speak.

Wu Qi folded her arms around her chest, and after waiting for a long time without any movement, she couldn't help but said, "Is it all right..."

"Hey Hey."

A burst of weird laughter came from all directions.

Like a clown's laugh, or an old man's laugh, the louder the laugh, the more penetrating.

Jing Luo was afraid and thought, the program team really spent a lot of money, how many speakers were put on!

"Want to hear a story?"

This voice is also frightening to speak, and there is a bit of wicked playfulness in the tone, which makes people shudder.

"I don't want to!" Xu Yang responded in a low voice.

"Just tonight, there is a house..."

Unexpectedly, the other party didn't even say the extra opening words, and went straight to the point. Xu Yang directly stretched out his hand to cover his ears. The movement was so big that Jing Luo was lightly bumped by her.

The movement of covering the ears was of course useless, and the voice was still clearly audible.

"There were seven people sitting in it, and each of them had a white candle by their side."

Jing Luo involuntarily followed the voice and looked at the candle.

One, two, three... seven.

There was one of them, and there was no one beside it, it was a dark empty space.

"The six people who came to explore the house felt very strange. There are only six of them, how could there be seven candles?" The voice became smaller and smaller, "There is another one who is not a friend of these six people, but... he I also want to hear ghost stories."

Suddenly, the light flickered for a while—the candles placed around everyone suddenly began to shake violently.

"Okay, okay, don't rush, I'll start talking now."

Jing Luo boldly looked at the expressions of the others.

Xu Chengyu was as usual; Wu Qi propped his chin with a casual expression; He Yuan was interested; Xu Yang's eyes were tightly closed.

And Song Yi was still looking at him.

The voice sounded again, and Jing Luo quickly looked away.

"There was a heartless man who forced his wife to commit suicide by jumping off a building for the sake of property. When the man arrived at the scene, the body hadn't been taken away, and the woman had already fallen terribly, but his eyes were open, passing through the crowd, staring straight at her. look at him."

This guy is definitely from the horror radio station, his voice is just right.

Jing Luo remembered Tang Lin's appearance almost instantly.

"This stare startled the man. He turned around and was about to leave when he suddenly heard a monk beside him saying, Donor, this female ghost has already been following you. Come back to find you. The man was even more afraid, and asked the monk, what can I do to crack it? The monk said, you go back and burn all the things about her, and it will not be so easy for her to find the way back, but the night is long, just I'm afraid that this female ghost will eventually find your residence. How about this, you find a place to hide, preferably under the bed, and don't make a sound. The man promised again and again, and burned the woman's belongings when he returned home Brightened up."

"Finally, on her seventh day, the man ran under the bed early. The first half of the night passed quickly, and there was no movement at home. The man was relieved, thinking that the woman must not be able to find her way back. Just when When he was happy, suddenly, several voices came from the wooden stairs at home."

"Boom, boom, boom."

Jing Luo was taken aback.

Because the sound did not come from the stereo, but from the wooden stairs in the house.

Xu Yang was about to cry: "Don't say it, don't say it..."

The voice continued: "The man was terrified, but he thought to himself, it's okay, I'm hiding under the bed, I won't be found. He comforted himself, closed his eyes tightly, and even breathed a lot lighter."

"The voice is getting closer and closer to him."

"Boom, boom, boom."

Jing Luo's entire spine froze.

Just as he was waiting for the broadcast to amplify his move, there was a sudden silence.

A few minutes passed, and Xu Yang couldn't help but said: "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooo battery? Broken? Why is there no sound?"

Suddenly, a deep and gloomy female voice sounded, speaking with a smile.

"Got you."

"Ahhhhhh—" Xu Yang was terrified, covered his ears and shook his head desperately.

He Yuan was quite interested and asked, "Didn't he hide under the bed? Why was he still found?"

The people on the radio chuckled a few times: "Because... when a woman jumps off a building, she lands head first."

Jing Luo instantly remembered... that scene, his scalp was numb, and all his emotions were blocked in his throat.

"Stop it, I won't play anymore," Xu Yang cried until the pear blossoms rained, "You guys filmed like this! I won't refund the participation fee if I'm banned! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo and..."

"Stupid you," He Yuan smiled and said, "When they air it, they won't cut the whole story into it."

As soon as the words were finished, a few candles began to shake again.

"Ah?" The voice on the radio sounded again, "You think this story is not good?... Hey, what are you doing standing up?"

There was a sound of light footsteps behind the six people.

"Do you want to find someone to play with you in this house?"

This time, Xu Yang didn't dare to cry anymore.

The footsteps behind him became lighter and lighter.

Jing Luo didn't dare to look back.

What makes people scarier than ghosts, he has experienced it thoroughly today.

A gust of cold wind blew from behind, and Jing Luo's entire back was stiff.

A cold touch fell on the back of his neck.

His whole body seemed to have been touched by some switch, and finally couldn't help it, and rushed to the left without thinking.

He originally thought that he would get used to it after seeing a lot of scary things during this time, but unexpectedly, on the contrary, after seeing a lot of things, it would be easier for him to imagine scary scenes.

The people around him caught him firmly.

"do not be afraid."

After finishing speaking, Song Yi glanced lightly at the door.

"despair."

The chandelier switch by the gate was suddenly pressed, and in an instant, the entire hall was brightly lit.

A dozen crew members stood near the gate, surrounded by aircraft bays, and two more crew members were on the stairs, shoes on their hands, "making" the sound.

And behind Jing Luo, stood a man in a black robe, only his eyes were exposed, and his hands that wanted to scare people were still stretched out in the air.

Not only the guests, but even the program crew were stunned.

The director turned around and asked sharply, "Who pressed the chandelier switch?!"

Several people standing by the light looked at each other, shaking their heads to express their innocence: "Guide, I didn't press it."

"Me neither."

"I also……"

"Otherwise, I clicked it?" The director went up and tapped on the heads of several of them with the script in his hand.

It wasn't until Xu Yang's sobs sounded again that Jing Luo realized it. He raised his head and just saw Song Yi's chin.

He quickly pulled out.

"I won't shoot anymore!" Xu Yang stood up, wiped away his tears and rushed into the room.

Seeing this situation, the director knew that the filming would not be finished, he waved his hands and said awkwardly: "Thanks for your hard work, everyone, let's stop here for today's filming."

The reaction of the guests just now is enough. One person and one shot can last for a long period of playback progress. The word getting better is indeed correct. Up to now, everyone's performance is much better than the previous few days.

Jing Luo touched his forehead, covered with cold sweat.

He took a few deep breaths back and forth, got up and said, "Then I'm going back to my room."

Once back in the room, Jing Luo turned and went into the bathroom.

The hot water from top to bottom washed away his fear a lot.After washing, he rinsed in the water for an extra 10 minutes before he walked out of the bathroom slowly.

Going to the bed, the body and mind finally relax.

Not long after that, there were a few more knocks on the window.

Jing Luo subconsciously glanced at the camera on the top, but the light next to it was dim.He got up to open the window, and sure enough, Song Yi was outside, and when he saw him, he raised his lips and smiled, as if to come in.

Jing Luo was taken aback for a moment: "...Isn't the matter already resolved?"

Song Yi paused and said, "I'm afraid you were scared just now."

"It's okay." Jing Luo couldn't help stretching out his hand to brush off the freshly stained snow flakes from his hair.

Song Yi glanced at him, retracted the leg that was about to turn up, and looked as usual: "Okay, then I'll go back, good night."

He let go of his grip on the window sill and urged, "You wear too little, close the window."

After speaking, he turned sideways, ready to jump down.

A hand stretched out from the window and grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Jing Luo pushed the window open a bit: "...Since they are all up, come in, it's cold outside."

**

Song Yi went into the bathroom.

Jing Luo packed up a set of looser clothes and handed them to him: "Try this and see if you can wear it."

Song Yi opened the door and took it. After quickly putting it on, he smiled and said, "I can wear it."

"As long as you can wear it, remember to change into the clothes you got when you leave tomorrow, otherwise it will be cold." Jing Luo lay back on the bed and rubbed between his brows.

He was really tired. He was afraid of ghosts when he was alive, and he would be frightened by people after death... It hurts to think about it.

Fortunately, there are only two days left in this show.

Song Yi lay down next to him and asked him, "Turn off the light?"

"Farewell first," he turned his head, "I have something to ask you."

Song Yi sat up straight and said with a smile, "Okay, if you ask, I'll answer."

"Why did you become a ghost slave?"

Song Yi raised his eyebrows.The room was silent for a few seconds.

"What did the old Hades tell you?"

Jing Luo didn't answer but instead asked: "Can you say it?"

"Of course, I will tell you whatever you want to know," Song Yi said, and was silent for a while, as if thinking about where to start, "Do you still remember what He Yuan told you about his family background? "

"Remember." It seems to be similar to the ghost family... or something.

But Hades said that there are not many ghost masters left now.

"My family was similar to his, but far harsher than his." Song Yi said calmly, as if he was telling someone else's story. "At that time, technology was not as advanced as it is now, and there were many people who believed in ghosts and gods. We The family is considered a large family, with many members and many children. The rules of survival at that time were very simple, and the more talented the child, the more respected he would be."

Jing Luo said: "You are the child with the highest talent."

"Yes," Song Yi smiled, "I was very busy every day, and I often didn't see my parents for a long time."

Jing Luo couldn't help asking: "Your family... is also about ghost masters?"

"Ah."

"You have to be a ghost teacher after you die, right? Doesn't that mean you have to wait until you die in old age?"

"Xiao Luo," Song Yi tilted his head, twitching the corners of his mouth, "In that kind of family, usually only gifted children are allowed to live to the age of 25."

Jing Luo was startled.

After a long while, he recovered his voice: "...then you."

"Yes, I died when I was 25. I used a knife." Seeing his expression, Song Yi couldn't help laughing, "Don't feel bad, I've already forgotten what it felt like."

Jing Luo was speechless: "But you... didn't become a ghost teacher."

"Well," Song Yi said, "I don't know which step went wrong. I failed to become a ghost master, and my name was not listed in the reincarnation book. I became a real wild ghost. This kind of wild ghost is usually cleaned up by the underworld as a hidden danger. .Fortunately, maybe because I learned a lot before, the underworld can't do anything to me."

For some reason, after listening, Jing Luo breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, not a big villain.

He lay down under the quilt and continued to ask, "Why me?"

"Ok?"

"Why did you choose to be my ghost slave? I'm not as strong as He Yuan, I'm not courageous, and I'm not from a family."

Jing Luo couldn't continue speaking halfway through.

...It just looks like a waste material no matter how you look at it.

Song Yi frowned.

"How can He Yuan compare with you."

Jing Luo's ears gradually turned red, and he didn't intend to get entangled in the topic of 'who is better between him and He Yuan'.

"There must be a reason..."

"Yes," Song Yi thought it was interesting, and pinched the tip of his ear, "You are so kind, so I want to stay by your side all the time."