Daily life with loyal ghosts [Entertainment]

Chapter 33

Song Yi remained silent.

Jing Luo frowned and asked, "What is Soul Shou?"

"You don't know?" He Yuan sat next to him and whispered, "Ghost slaves are different from us. They have long since lost their own bodies. If they want to survive in the world, they can only rely on their soulshou to apply for bodies from the underworld. will become a ghost again."

Jing Luo was stunned, he had never heard of such a thing before: "Then how to obtain soul life?"

"Ghost masters will be rewarded with soul life every time they catch a ghost. The more powerful the ghost, the more soul life will be given out. Otherwise, I wouldn't be participating in this show."

Jing Luo wanted to ask many questions, but he picked out the most important one: "...But we caught two ghosts before, why is Song Yi still short of soul life?"

He Yuan didn't understand, Xu Chengyu behind him said, "You didn't go to register."

Jing Luo asked, "Register what?"

"I almost forgot," He Yuan suddenly realized, "You have to register the master-servant relationship first. If you don't register, Song Yi won't be able to receive the soul life."

Song Yi didn't even mention these things to him.

He closed his eyes, remained silent for a while, and asked, "Where do you register?"

He Yuan said: "Hell, why didn't you register by the way when you went back?"

Jing Luo got up immediately, and said to Song Yi, "Call Bai Wuchang."

Song Yi was stunned for a rare moment, "...still filming."

Just after finishing speaking, the director came over: "I counted it, and there are quite a lot of damaged things. It will take a long time to go through this tossing. You guys have breakfast first, and after we finish eating, we will do your respective interviews, and then take a rest." At noon, let's start in the afternoon."

"Okay," He Yuan said with a natural expression, "Good things take time, so you don't have to be too angry."

I don't know if He Yuan's tone was better or what, but the director really felt a lot more comfortable in his heart, he waved his hand: "It's okay, I'm afraid that your mood will be affected, I finally got into the state, and I have to stop for a long time. It's still early, is your breakfast ready? Anyway, the filming hasn't started, otherwise I'll ask the other side to make some for you."

As soon as the words fell, there was a crisp glass breaking sound from the kitchen.

"Ah!" Xu Yang's voice was loud, "You're bleeding!"

Hearing the sound, several people got up and went to the kitchen.

Wu Qi was squatting on the ground, in his hands were a few pieces of broken glass that he had just picked up, his fingertips had a touch of dark red, and two drops of blood dripped on the floor, probably accidentally scratched while picking up the glass.

"What are you yelling about, haven't you seen blood?" Wu Qi was annoyed by her yelling, washed the wound with water, and picked up a rag to wipe the floor, but found that some characters were faintly displayed on the tiles under her bloodstains Come.

She was taken aback for a moment, then immediately covered the floor with a cloth, looked up at the few people standing outside the kitchen, "Why are you all here? I'll just clean it up."

The director didn't pay attention, opened the refrigerator and looked at it, and said: "The ingredients are not very fresh, and the staff will come to replenish the refrigerator in a while, so don't clean it up, let someone else come, you still have to be in the camera, Don't stumble and get hurt again."

I don't know if other people saw it or not, but Jing Luo saw it very clearly anyway, he hurriedly said: "...Director, I suddenly thought of something and wanted to ask you, can we have a private chat?"

The director was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, let's go, go over there and say, that Wu Qi, I will ask the staff to take you to the warehouse to stop the bleeding. There is a first aid kit inside."

"No need," Wu Qi refused straight away, "It's not a big wound, it will heal in a while."

Seeing her refusal, the director didn't insist, turned around and went to the living room with Jing Luo.

Song Yi followed behind Jing Luo and asked, "Do you want milk? I'll pour it for you."

Jing Luo shook his head and walked away without even looking at him.

In the kitchen, Xu Yang squatted beside Wu Qi, and said, "I have a Band-Aid, shall I get it for you?"

"Okay," Wu Qi said, "Go get it."

As soon as Xu Yang left, Xu Chengyu stepped in slowly, pushed aside all the debris, and said indifferently: "Take the cloth away."

"Cheng Yu, don't talk to the sorceress like that." He Yuan followed the path Xu Chengyu vacated, walked in front of Wu Qi, knelt down and said, "Mr. witch, open it and have a look."

"Don't call me a witch."

Although Wu Qi was distasteful, she still removed the rag.

He Yuan took a glance, the characters were so densely packed that he couldn't quite understand them, but Wu Qi looked thoughtful.

On the other side, Jing Luo sat back on the sofa, and before he could speak, the director asked, "You were in the same crew as Xu Yang before, right?"

Jing Luo was startled: "Yes."

"I heard that some strange things happened to your crew. Do you have any impression?"

What happened to the crew at that time was an unlucky experience for all the staff and actors. Except for some rumors about the sudden death of the make-up artist, everyone in the crew kept their mouths shut. Even Xu Yang, who likes to hype, didn't mention it outside.

This director was able to find even Wu Qi, so naturally he found out through other channels, and he had a close relationship with the director of that TV series, so he opened his mouth after a drink, but the information that the director knew was not Many, so he didn't ask much.

Jing Luo said: "...Why did you ask this suddenly?"

"Isn't this a collection of themes?" the director smiled, "We originally planned to cut four episodes of this episode of Haunted House, but judging by the amount of shooting in the past two days, we don't know if we can cut the third episode, so we need to prepare more for the next one. subject matter. I heard that you have come into contact with evil Gu?"

Jing Luo twitched his lips: "Yes, but I don't know the details. You know, I'm not very important in the crew, so I don't know much about the inside story."

"Is that so, well, I asked Xu Yang before, and she told you the same thing," the director sighed, "What did you want to ask me just now?"

Originally it was just an excuse to dismiss the director, but after the director said that, Jing Luo really wanted to ask him something.

"I want to ask, how did you find out about this house?"

The director didn't expect Jing Luo to ask this question. He hesitated for a moment, but said, "Mr. Chen Lianming's recent writing is related to this house. It's just a little bit of a buzz. What's the matter?"

"It's all right," Jing Luo smiled, "I'm just curious, this house... looks quite scary."

Due to some accidents, it was almost eleven o'clock at noon when we had breakfast.

The breakfast was prepared by the program team in the end. Since the camera above the dining table was also broken, the staff needed to stand on the table to fix it, so the six people each moved a small bench and sat around the glass table in the middle of the sofa in the living room.

Xu Yang played with his mobile phone while eating, and said, "Hey, why don't we take a photo together."

The director immediately stopped her: "No, we are filming in semi-secret state."

Xu Yang had no choice but to give up resentfully.

There were too many things on his mind, Jing Luo had no appetite, so he just drank two spoonfuls of porridge before getting up.

Song Yi grabbed the hem of his clothes: "Where are you going?"

"bathroom."

Song Yi pursed her lips and was about to stand up: "I'll accompany you."

"No need," Jing Luo refused, "I'll just go by myself."

Song Yi's gaze was always glued to his back, until he disappeared around the corner of the corridor, and then he silently took it back.

As soon as Jing Luo turned the corner, he stopped.

He sighed softly, slowed down his pace, and stopped in front of the window.

To be honest, he was a little annoyed.

Even though they have known each other for so long, Song Yi didn't tell him anything. If it wasn't for the sudden incident just now, would Song Yi disappear suddenly one day, and he would still act like a fool who didn't know anything?

A message came from the phone.

Song Yi: "Are you angry?"

The phone number is given by the local government for account registration. Song Yi has never used this number to call or send text messages. It can be seen that the operation is not very skilled, and there are several large spaces between the four words.

Jing Luo pursed his lips, stared at it for a while, put it back in his pocket and didn't intend to return it.

After 5 minutes, another message.

Song Yi: "You are afraid of those, I don't want to put pressure on you"

He spoke vaguely, but Jing Luo understood it at a glance.

In fact, Jingluo vaguely had an answer in his heart before, but now that it was confirmed, he couldn't tell what it felt like.

Because he was afraid of ghosts, he was willing to take the risk of dying again and never mention it?

This person... is this ghost a fool? !

Jing Luo still made up his mind and didn't reply. He used the excuse of going to the toilet because he had other purposes.

Open the memo, copy the URL I wrote down yesterday to the browser, and the page will start loading immediately.

After waiting almost 30 seconds, a system prompt was displayed.

[The server cannot be found, please check whether the URL is correct]

He frowned and checked the URL again. The input was correct. After thinking about it, he opened the web browsing history and found yesterday's browsing history. After clicking, he still couldn't enter.

Weird.

"Jing Luo, behind."

He Yuan's voice sounded from the left side, Jing Luo subconsciously turned around, and found that He Yuan was pressing one hand against the boy's forehead, "Why are you in a daze, you can't feel it being so close to you?"

The boy was standing behind him, his left hand was mutilated, his face was pale, he was the little boy in the photo.

Jing Luo took a step back subconsciously, and then remembered Song Yi's text message, he swallowed, and stepped forward without a trace: "...Sorry, I didn't pay attention."

He Yuan's hands were strong, and his fingertips sank into the boy's forehead. The boy couldn't run away, his eyes were red. Just as He Yuan was about to make the next move, he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps.

"While they are here, I will go to the toilet as soon as possible."

It was Xu Yang's voice.

He Yuan hurriedly let go, the little boy seized the opportunity and ran away.

Seeing them, Xu Yang was taken aback: "What are you doing standing here?"

"I have something to talk about." He Yuan smiled.

Xu Yang: "...Then don't go, wait for me, I'm going to the toilet, I'll be out soon!"

After Xu Yang ran into the toilet, Jing Luo opened his mouth and said sincerely: "...you are really amazing."

He restrained the ghost with just one hand, and the technique was skillful, it seemed effortless, and there was no wave on his expression.

"That's it," He Yuan said with a smile, not being modest, "I am the most talented ghost master in our family, otherwise, Cheng Yu wouldn't have stayed by my side and waited for me for 20 years."

"Year 20?"

"Yeah, you probably don't know about that either." He Yuan seemed to think of something, the corners of his mouth curled up, "Although the ghost slave sounds inferior to us, in fact, it was the ghost slave who chose the ghost master at the beginning. "

Jing Luo paused, stopped in his tracks, and found his voice after a while: "...Then what if the ghost slave didn't choose?"

"You will go to hell and do other work." He Yuan stopped, "What's wrong?"

Jing Luo stopped talking.

He suddenly remembered what Song Yi said when he and Song Yi met for the first time.

Low and low, with inaudible joy and excitement.

He said, after waiting for so long, you finally died.