Only the writings of the heavens will counterattack

Chapter 2 Empress Nuwa, I'm so ugly I can't sleep!

When he said this, Qiu Sheng immediately understood. He didn't expect that the literary talents who had never been favored by others would be favored by ghosts. Qiu Sheng couldn't help showing a smile.

Good.

At this time, Jiang Fan didn't know that he was being missed by the female ghost.

"Sugar cane is very sweet, but it's getting colder and colder."

Jiang Fan shivered several times, especially just now, it seemed that there was a gust of cold wind blowing against his face, which made his face chilly, and once made him think of leaving this cold place, but fortunately, he suppressed it in time and waited for the actor to end.

call.

"Wow."

suddenly.

Jiang Fan heard a strange sound, looked back, and was startled.

"When did so many people come?"

No.

Not right.

Jiang Fan was stunned, and turned his head to look again, but saw these people's faces were pale, their expressions were dull, and they shook their heads, which was indescribably weird.

"Could it be that he entered the medicine pit by mistake?"

For a moment, Jiang Fan remembered that he had seen people taking drugs in the same way, as if his energy and spirit had been drained, his heart tightened.

"You just watch the play, of course you don't think so, do you?"

Just thinking about it, Jiang Fan's complexion became a little ugly, and a feeling of retreat rose in his heart, wanting to stay away from the place of right and wrong, but before Jiang Fan could take any action, a soft voice suddenly sounded in his ear, following the reputation, Jiang Fan eyes lit up.

I saw a beautifully dressed, natural beauty without any dust on her face, standing in front of her with a smile, and smiled at herself.

Soon, Jiang Fan came back to his senses. Although the beauty in front of him was good-looking, but what kind of beauty has Jiang Fan, who is the tenth school's grassroots, never seen?

How could it be possible to be seduced by mere beauties.

"Ahem, hello, beauty, leave a contact information?"

Jiang Fan said this very calmly, the first time he said it, it was still a bit unfamiliar, in order to prevent the beauty from seeing him too crazy, Jiang Fan deliberately suppressed his magnetic voice to say this.

Wang Xiaoli was obviously taken aback when she heard Jiang Fan's words. It was the first time she saw such an interesting guy, not to mention being in a ghost pile, and he was so leisurely talking and laughing with her. Although she didn't understand the meaning of the sentence just now, but Barely guessed that the other party seemed to be teasing himself.

"This silly boy, if he didn't do it himself, he might have been sucked out of his yang energy just now, and he might not be able to recover in ten days and a half months. He still has the mood to joke here."

Wang Xiaoli couldn't help shaking her head, smiling wryly in her heart.

On the other side, when Jiang Fan and Wang Xiaoli were chatting with each other, Qiu Sheng and Jiu Shu, who had witnessed all this, suddenly panicked. Qiu Sheng asked, "Master, what should we do now?"

Uncle Jiu calmly took out a red string from the treasure bag, and said to Qiu Sheng, "Give me your hand before it's too late."

Qiu Sheng stretched out his left hand, and Uncle Jiu immediately tied the red rope around Qiu Sheng's wrist, and said while tying it, "After a while, when he goes down to the eighteenth floor of hell with those ghosts, nothing can be saved."

After the rope was tied, the witty Qiu Sheng immediately realized his next fate, looked at Uncle Jiu helplessly, and asked pitifully, "Master, you have such a high level of morality, why didn't you go in?"

Hearing this, Uncle Jiu stared at Qiu Sheng with his eyes wide open, and said in a muffled voice, "Because of Master's high morals, he will scare away all these ghosts as soon as he enters. It will be even more troublesome then, so let's go in."

"Humans don't commit ghosts, and ghosts don't invade humans. You must pretend that you can't hear or see. If you catch Wencai, I will pull the red rope to lure you out. Remember, the red rope must never be broken."

Before leaving, Uncle Jiu added something.

"What will happen if it breaks?" Qiu Sheng asked.

"You will go back home."

Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Qiu Sheng's facial muscles trembled, a little flustered.

But right now, there was no way to retreat. After taking a deep breath, Qiu Sheng kept his eyes straight and moved forward.

Jiang Fan and Wang Xiaoli were chatting at the moment, but as they chatted, Jiang Fan felt something was wrong. This feeling came from both the audience behind him and Wang Xiaoli beside him.

Every time he heard Wang Xiaoli's answer, Jiang Fan always felt that he was talking to ancient people. Many times, the bull's head was wrong, and after several channels, what she said was okay, and he basically understood it, but what he said, Nine times out of ten, Wang Xiaoli showed doubts on her face, and she had to explain herself in the end, and the other party got a laugh.

This made Jiang Fan a little depressed, and he had nowhere to use his abilities.

"Hey, Wencai."

The two were chatting, when they suddenly heard Qiu Sheng's voice, Qiu Sheng almost revealed his secrets when he came, so now they can't wait to find Wen Cai and leave as soon as possible.

However, Wen Cai didn't seem to hear what he said at all, and was chatting with the female ghost on his own.

Snapped.

"Wen Cai, who am I calling you, are you deaf?"

Qiu Sheng walked towards Jiang Fan quickly, and said to Jiang Fan.

"Wen Cai, me?"

Jiang Fan pointed at himself in surprise, his eyes showed doubts, and he couldn't help saying something.

Qiu Sheng nodded immediately: "Nonsense, who else would it be if it wasn't you?"

hum.

After listening to Qiu Sheng's words, Jiang Fan only felt a surge in his mind. The memory originally belonging to Wencai flooded into his brain instantly and began to merge into Jiang Fan's memory. The two memories intertwined and finally merged into one.

"I am a literary talent?"

After a long time, Jiang Fan, who seamlessly connects Wencai's memory, wants to cry but has no tears. He never thought that he would travel through Wencai, and a huge sense of gap suddenly appeared in his heart.

People who have never experienced such a drop do not know that it is a world of difference from falling from the clouds to the mortal world, and it is also a stranger after the bride removes her makeup on the wedding night. It can be summed up in one word: miserable.

"Nuwa Empress, I'm so ugly I can't sleep."

Whenever he sees such comments on the Internet, Jiang Fan always smiles knowingly and doesn't care at all, but now, his heart is cold and cold. Sprinkle lightly and let yourself play.

The result is that you don't perform well.

"Wait a minute, if I'm a literary talent, then wouldn't he be Qiusheng?"

Although he couldn't believe it in his heart, Jiang Fan still reluctantly accepted this reality. After all, he had experienced a brilliant but short life, and it is not impossible to go down to earth to experience the sufferings of the world.

Jiang Fan looked at Qiusheng, who was about [-]% or [-]% similar to the appearance in the film and television drama, but not quite the same, but Jiang Fan, who was already very familiar with Uncle Ying's movies, recognized Qiusheng at a glance.

"What are you doing in a daze, Master told me to come and find you back."

Qiu Sheng pretended to be calm and said, the impatient expression on his face was well interpreted, and Qiu Sheng grabbed Jiang Fan's shoulder to prepare to leave.

After knowing what kind of world he was in, Jiang Fan subconsciously realized why he looked at the audience behind him and found it strange that people didn't look like people, ghosts didn't look like ghosts, and they looked like they were taking drugs.

This is totally a ghost.

(End of this chapter)