Qingyue Temple

Fang Shanshui found himself falling asleep again, and when he woke up, the hand-figured master he had placed under the quilt rolled into his pillow at some point, resting on the bridge of his nose, sleeping quite peacefully, against his cheek And the end of hair around his lips, rubbing him a little itchy.

Fang Shanshui rubbed the little hair on his face, put it back on his stomach, and closed his eyes.

Why did I suddenly dream about my childhood? Could it be because I met Li Shuyue yesterday?

"mum……"

Fang Shanshui opened his eyes when he heard the sound, and found a black cat huddled in a corner, barking softly at him.

The black cat is still fat and fat. Although it has been tormented by the house spirit for the past two days, it does not appear to have lost weight. It seems to be deliberately lowering its voice. Seeing Fang Shanshui pay attention to himself, the black cat immediately signaled Fang Shanshui with his eyes to let him pay attention to the thing on his nose, as if he wanted to tell Fang Shanshui some secret.

Fang Shanshui looked at it for no reason. Seeing that he didn't understand, the black cat immediately widened its eyes. To tear apart the way he showed Fang Shanshui.

Fang Shanshui still didn't understand, and looked at the black cat blankly.

Seeing that Fang Shanshui is so difficult to communicate with, Black Cat's heart aches!Just when the black cat was planning to do something to remind Fang Shanshui, the black cat suddenly saw the little man sleeping on Fang Shanshui's nose wake up, and glanced at himself with bloody eyes.

The black cat immediately squatted down, hugged its head and pretended to be dead, never looked at Fang Shanshui again, and kicked the tortoise sleeping in its shell behind him to the front of it, acting as if I didn't know anything was done by the tortoise.

Seeing the black cat like this, Fang Shanshui lowered his head, and sure enough, he saw the pair of red eyes on the bridge of his nose opened, looking up at him.

"Morning..." Fang Shanshui swallowed the master who came to his mouth.

The figure master didn't say a word, sat up cross-legged, turned back, continued to look at Fang Shanshui's face, touched Fang Shanshui's face with his little hand, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Fang Shanshui was baffled by a cat and a man, so he simply got up to pack his things.

After checking the map, Fang Shanshui went to the airport with the hand-figured master who got into his sleeve and refused to come out. Yuan Pei was afraid that Fang Shanshui would not find anyone there, so he left the store to Pan Ruo and went with Fang Shanshui Bought a ticket and flew to Qinling.

……

A few hours later, Qinling Airport.

Fang Shanshui picked up the figure master sitting on the suitcase and put it in his breast pocket.

Seeing that Yuan Pei stopped leaving suddenly and fell two steps behind him, Fang Shanshui turned around and called out: "Yuan Pei, what are you looking at?"

Yuan Pei rushed up after hearing the words, and whispered: "Fang Fang, I'm looking at a strange sick child."

With that said, Yuan Pei glanced in that direction.

"Azandan, Azandan? $%^&*%..." Two young people who looked foreign stopped in the crowd.

One is a foreign monk with only stubble on his head, wearing an orange cassock, and the other is a normal casual dress, but he is not in good health. He is holding his forehead and fainting. Hold on and greet anxiously.

Because the two spoke a foreign language, they attracted a lot of heads.

Hearing Yuan Pei talking about being sick, the drowsy young man suddenly raised his head and glanced at Yuan Pei, his eyes were sinister.

In an instant, Fang Shanshui felt something was wrong, and immediately pulled Yuan Pei behind him. Suddenly, it seemed that a cool wind stopped in front of him, blowing a strand of Fang Shanshui's hair, and then slowly receded like an ebbing tide.

The strange young man not far away seemed a little surprised.

"Azandan?" The little monk followed the young man's gaze and looked at Yuan Pei and Fang Shanshui.

The young man called Azandan glanced at Fang Shanshui's shirt pocket, nodded and smiled at Fang Shanshui, and turned to leave with his hands on the apprentices beside him.

This weak Azandan, who looked only in his twenties, had a handsome face, and there was a weird gloomy feeling in the corners of his eyes and brows, but he didn't know what was wrong with his body, he was a little pale, thin and weak.

And the little monk beside Azandan looked like he was only three or four years younger than him, but he obviously respected him very much.

Yuan Pei pawed behind Fang Shanshui, and seemed to feel something was wrong, and asked, "Fang Fang, did that sick man try to bully us just now?"

"Yeah." Fang Shanshui reminded Yuan Pei who caused trouble, "Don't call him a sick boy, he can hear and get angry."

Yuan Pei smiled awkwardly, and argued: "Fang Fang, I don't think he is quite right. I think he may have something to do with us on this trip. It seems that he is an enemy rather than a friend. I just paid attention to it. I don't know about the disease. ...What is the origin of Azandan and the little lama?"

Fang Shanshui: "It should be a mage from Thailand. The folk mages over there are all called Azan. The one beside him is not a lama, but a monk from Thailand."

Yuan Pei was puzzled: "A monk in Thailand? Then why does he respect a folk mage so much?"

Fang Shanshui knew a little about this: "It is a custom in Thailand for men to become monks. Men over there will go to the temple to practice for a period of time before they become adults, so monks are very common, and powerful mages are not common."

This means that the sick man is very serious.

"Oh," Yuan Pei was about to ask how Fang Shanshui knew so much about Thailand, when he suddenly saw a few more people, and his eyes were attracted to him again.

Fang Shanshui also looked over this time, but after only one glance, he pulled Yuan Pei and turned away.

Yuan Pei: "Fang Fang, why are you leaving? Those people..."

Fang Shanshui hissed, put the struggling master figure into his arms, and pulled Yuan Pei out of the airport without looking back.

……

Zhang Yizheng was following the Quanzhen sect, and when he came out of the passage, he seemed to see a familiar figure leaving in a hurry from a distance.

"Master Zhang, what do you think?"

Only then did Zhang Yizheng come back to his senses and concentrate on talking to the people around him.

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In the dark underground palace, the camera is running by itself. Since there is no lighting tool, the images captured are indistinct and not very clear. However, if you look carefully, some of the captured faces have dull eyes, and some... dead.

Chu Han and the producer carried the camcorder tremblingly, but they didn't dare to show the slightest abnormality, just like those little fresh meats in the camcorder who were acting with the 'people'.

During the performance, the second female Shao Yingying suddenly burst into tears, as if she had just woken up from a sleepwalking, and asked Chu Han: "Director? Where are we now? It's so dark here. I don't want to be here anymore. Woohoo, I'm scared."

At this time, Fang Hao, the male lead, suddenly sang ancient folk songs in a strange and old-fashioned Shaanxi accent, and the people around fell silent, even Shao Yingying didn't dare to cry anymore.

Fang Hao's voice was far and long, and there was a faint and cold echo in the tomb. Some people who were close to him secretly glanced at Fang Hao's face at this time, only to see that Fang Hao's eyes were completely white , extremely frightening.

Chu Han was really screwed up in his heart.

Since they entered the underground palace, everything seems to be wrong.

Inexplicably, there are always a few more people in the team, and the few leading actors who are surrounded speak their lines and speak their lines, and they will speak a few Shaanxi accents inexplicably, and what is even more outrageous is that like Fang Hao, acting, Inexplicably, he sang the folk songs before the Qin Dynasty.

There was an assistant in the crew who was from Shaanxi, but he didn’t quite understand the singing of these little fresh meats. He only occasionally said a few words, such as "Two or three thousand, go to the funeral" "Behead your head, worship the altar, cut off your feet, There are no uncommon words for "soul without running", and the meaning can be almost understood.

The assistant quietly told Chu Han that the evil nature of this underground palace might not be an ordinary tomb, but a burial pit, and advised him to leave.

It's just that at that time, with the help of the Maoshan School master invited by Chu Han, it was easy to drive away these abnormalities.

Chu Han didn't take it seriously, but found it exciting.As a director who loves ghost movies but doesn't make good ghost movies, this underground palace is simply his blessing!He even asked the screenwriter to change the script overnight, and asked the screenwriter to try to match the "guest appearance" of the actors who came to the crew from time to time.

At that time, the actors, except for an amateur Li Ronghao, no one objected. They all accompanied Chu Hanfeng.

Now, Chu Han realized that he was too naive...

Yesterday afternoon, there was a strange vibration in the tomb. It seemed that someone had activated the mechanism in the tomb. The master Chu Han invited said that he had an ominous premonition. For the safety of the crew, Chu Han finally decided to listen to the master and leave. underground palace.

But not long after walking, Chu Han heard the crew behind him getting stiffer and stiffer, and wanted to look back, but Li Ronghao quietly walked up to him and told him not to look back with a face of cold sweat.

Chu Han's heart trembled at the time, the more Li Ronghao said that, the more he had to watch it, he was the one who brought the crew, so naturally he had to be responsible for their safety.

Chu Han turned his head a little bit, and with just one glance, his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

Chu Han found that the whole crew was looking at him from an angle, but none of those faces looked like a living person. Chu Han was almost scared to pee, and kept shouting to let the master stop, but the master leading the way Without stopping, little by little, it disappeared into the darkness.

Li Ronghao's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, holding a burnt peace talisman tightly in his hand: "Director, the master has long disappeared, we have been following you, who are you following?"

Chu Han felt cold all over.

At this time, the dead faces that had just looked at themselves seemed to have returned to normal. They forgot about the master and forgot to leave, but looked around in a daze, looked at Chu Han and asked, "Director, where are we?" ? Which scene is it time to shoot?"

It's already this time, what kind of drama are you still filming!

Chu Han wanted to yell, but when he saw the faces looking at him in the back, which looked like strangers but not strangers, Chu Han shut his mouth tremblingly.

Chu Han and Li Ronghao were almost coerced by a group of people who were neither human nor ghost, and continued to film their web drama "Qin Tomb Fascination" as if nothing had happened. They are really fascinated now!

From time to time, the people in the crew would return to normal like Shao Yingying, and then start to get scared and even cry, but when they found that besides themselves, nine out of ten people around them were so gloomy and not alive, they didn't quite like it. Dare to show your sobriety.

It's too scary, the more sober you are, the easier it is to be noticed.

Now only Li Ronghao and Chu Han are still awake, but it is obvious that they have been targeted...