After Getting A Job in the Nether World, I Became Famous

"Do you have it too?" Lan He asked.

"Yes." Cheng Haidong rolled up his sleeves, revealing the five-color rope, "Boss also said that I already had the peace talisman I asked for from Juehui Temple, and when I went back last time, I still knocked on the bell in Juehui Temple to pray for blessings. But I still think that for a chosen child like me, it is better to have more protection."

——In the past period of time, Cheng Haidong's mentality has completely recovered, and he even regarded the successive encounters with ghosts as a topic of conversation after drinking. About ten people at the table have heard about his deeds.

"You can prove it to me later. I told Wu Bian about it today and wanted to make material for her, but she said I was nonsense." Cheng Haidong said. Ling, because Liu Chunyang has new ideas from time to time, she also stays on the set.

Lan He: "You're telling people about blue and white impermanence again, no one will believe you..."

Cheng Haidong straightened his body stubbornly: "I don't care... ouch."

As soon as he exerted all his strength, his back hurt.

Cheng Haidong is a Steadicam photographer, and the equipment is so heavy that ordinary people would feel uncomfortable in the waist after a day's work, let alone such a heavy workload like him.

"No, no, help me buy some painkillers, I've run out of them." Cheng Haidong said to Lan He.

In the next two scenes without Lan He, Cheng Haidong is different. After a short break, he will go back to work soon, and he really doesn't have time to get painkillers by himself.

"Okay." Lan He replied, and went out.

There are also many shops in the film and television base. When Lan He was looking for pain relief stickers, he heard two girls talking:

"...The props were specially bought according to the original book. I bought a few sets for spares. They are not considered antiques, but they seem to be a bit old, and they are not cheap. They cost thousands of dollars."

"Well, so now it is said that the ghost is an elegant ghost, and he came for a good inkstone."

"But I have already photographed a lot of inkstones before, what should I do now, should I change them and take another one?"

"I can't help it... I haven't been able to find where I lost it. I don't know if it will stop working and do things. It seems to be still breaking up."

Lan He felt that they should be the crew of the legendary haunted next door, and they helped him unintentionally.But Lan He didn't interrupt, she took the things silently, paid the bill and went back.

Lan He returned to the set, and saw the screenwriter Wu Ling from a distance, with a girl with a plain face beside her.

And Cheng Haidong, taking advantage of the gap between the director and the actors, said to Wu Ling: "Sister Wu, look, Lan He is back, if you don't believe me, ask him if I have run into a ghost before!"

"Editor Wu." Lan He greeted Wu Ling. As for the girl next to Wu Ling, he didn't know him. She looked familiar, and she should be a staff member of the crew. He only nodded friendly, and the girl also stared at her. He smiled.

Wu Ling said with a smile: "It's not that I don't believe it, I just think your version is too biased."

Cheng Haidong asked: "What is deviation? Editor Wu, let me ask you, do you know how Nuwa mended the sky?"

Wu Ling said without hesitation, "Use five-color stones."

Cheng Haidong shook his finger, "I have a friend from the north who told me that there is a legend in their village that the northeast corner was not well-growthed, and the Nuwa Empress stuck it with ice sticks, so the northeast is very cold, and even if the northeast wind blows cold."

Wu Ling: "..."

other people:"……"

Wu Ling was really convinced: "It makes sense, there are some niche versions with local characteristics. But I really haven't heard that Nu Wa used ice to mend the sky, and I haven't heard that the impermanence hat says 'Come all come. '. There are usually two sayings in the folks. On the hat of black and white impermanence, there are words of 'making money at first sight' and 'the world is peaceful' or 'you are here too' and 'I am catching you'..."

She thought about it and wanted to laugh: "If one writes that all are coming, what does the other write, is it safe to go in and out? Is the child still young?"

She looked around, met Shang Lan He's gaze, seeking his approval.

Of course, Lan He gave an affirmative look: "Yeah!"

"No!" The eyes of the quiet girl next to her suddenly widened, "Sister Wu, it's really 'here we come'!"

"...Ah?" Wu Ling paused for a while: "What did you say?"

"Sister Wu, believe me." The girl said earnestly, "It's really 'Come here', I went to a performance last month, and my partner bumped into something dirty after the performance, and asked us to act. Then came A ghost messenger with a hat that said 'Here Comes' put us back."

Just talking, she also looked around, looked at Lan He, and stared at them for affirmation.

Lan He: "..."

He said that this girl looked familiar!

It turned out that it wasn't from the group, but the Sichuan opera actor I met before. It's just that the makeup has been removed, so I don't quite recognize it.

——Actually, because there were two scenes that needed Sichuan opera actors, professionals were specially invited. Wu Ling just met Mengqing, so she found them. They hadn't put on makeup yet, so they talked together.

Meng Qing didn't recognize Lan He either, how could she dare to stare at Wuchang's face at that moment, even if she could only see her eyes, Lan He was wearing a mask.

"Oh my God, beauty, have you ever met a ghost messenger?" Cheng Haidong was as excited as meeting a relative, "That's great, I've been wronged for too long! Let me just say, there are ghost messengers." Whoever wrote this thought I was lying."

"Is that so..." Wu Ling originally thought Cheng Haidong's statement was ridiculous, but Cheng Haidong's example made her dubious, and now Meng Qing, who didn't know Cheng Haidong at all, also said the same thing, and claimed to be a real experience, so it's worth thinking about.

"It's interesting, I want to ask some more people... In fact, this kind of statement is more dramatic than the other two!" Wu Lingyue said, getting more and more excited, "This kind of impermanence is really a little more interesting. "

Lan He suddenly felt a little ignorant, she wouldn't have created a new legend from now on...

At this time, Liu Chunyang gave an order, and Cheng Haidong took a few steps back to his position to prepare for shooting, and Mengqing also had to prepare to put on makeup.

Wu Ling recorded what Meng Qing said just now on her mobile phone.

Lan He asked, "Editor Wu, are you going to write a ghost drama for the next book?"

"Yeah, I want to write a supernatural unit drama, so I collected materials everywhere. By the way, Lan He, I heard from the photography boss that your grandfather opened a paper shop. Do you have a similar experience?" Wu Ling asked.

"Uh... this, believe it or not." Lan He said vaguely, "I only know some taboos of the elders, let me tell you."

"Okay, okay." Wu Ling is not interested in whether there are ghosts in the world. If there are, she just wants to know whether the ghost's story is ups and downs, and the setting is weird or not.

Lan He recalled and said: "The scissors we use to make paper ties cannot be taken to other people's homes, bad luck..."

Lan He told Wu Ling about the folk customs she knew, and Wu Ling said unconsciously after recording, "I don't know how many people know that 'everyone is coming'."

Lan He: "It's hard to say."

...It depends on how many living people I will meet later.

The production team shoots for more than ten hours a day, and occasionally there is no scene of their own in the middle. Lan He can rest, call it a day and go back, and have to take a shower to prepare for the next day's scene.

At night, Lan He felt sleepy from watching, so he left the room and wanted to go to the hotel's vending machine to buy a drink.

It happened that Chen Xingyang was also buying drinks here, and he raised his chin at him, and jokingly called him by his name in the play, "Xunchun."

Lan He also wanted to joke with Chen Xingyang, but instead of using Zhang Xunchun's superficial character, he lowered his face and called the protagonist's name in a gloomy voice: "Meng Jing——"

When he yelled, the lights flickered twice.

This floor was quiet and quiet, and Chen Xingyang was really startled when the lights flickered like this.

"Damn it, scare me to death!"

"I didn't know the lights would flash either." Lan He couldn't hold back her laugh.

The two walked back together after a few words, and their shadows were extraordinarily long in the long corridor.

There is a decorative cabinet with statues on the corridor of the hotel. When passing by, there was a "bang" sound from the cabinet, as if something had been smashed.

"What?" Chen Xingyang felt that the movement was too loud, and he stretched out his hand to see it.

"Don't look at it, it might be a mouse." Lan He couldn't understand people who were too curious.

Just ring it, it's not that the alarm is ringing, you still open the cabinet to see.

Chen Xingyang had already opened the door of the cabinet, and there were several inkstones stacked inside, one of which was turned over, which should be the source of the noise just now.

The stone color of this inkstone is uniform and clean, the texture is fine, and it looks like it has been around for a while.Chen Xingyang picked it up and looked at it, then turned around in doubt, "Did the crew next door... have lost their inkstones?"

Could it be that, his voice gradually became fluttering.I was still boldly holding the inkstone, but with a shake of my hand, the inkstone was about to fall.

"No--"

A thin voice sounded, and at the same time, Lan He quickly reached out and caught the inkstone.These inkstones look delicate and simple, but exude a faint fishy smell.

"Uuuu...don't..."

It was that thin voice again.

Chen Xingyang couldn't hear it.

When Lan He heard it, she glanced to the side inadvertently, and saw a ragged man with a long shirt and long beard squatting beside the cabinet at some point, he whispered: "Don't take my tombstone away again. .”

Lan He's hands almost softened, and she silently put the inkstone back.

tombstone?

This is obviously an inkstone, how could it be a tombstone.

Lan He didn't have time to think too much, and said to Chen Xingyang, whose scalp was numb: "Actually, the crew may have been stolen and hid here. Aren't they in the same hotel as us? Let's not startle the snake, let's put it in the same place, and we will come back tomorrow." Talk to them quietly."

Chen Xingyang was terribly frightened at first, but when Lan He said this, his expression was calm and serious, and he felt that it was right. He made a noise just now, but he might have just been unsteady, but when he thought about it, he was preconceived and made a fuss, "Success!"

The long-clothed ghost hugged his legs and continued to murmur resentfully.

Lan He turned a blind eye, stood up and said, "Then go back and rest first, good night."

……

Even if he was promoted to a villain actor and could be called the second male lead, Lan He was still a little transparent, and he didn't care if he agreed to live in a standard room with Cheng Haidong.After returning home, Cheng Haidong was already sound asleep, and he was about to fall asleep.

It's just that the long-clothed ghost might have heard that he and Chen Xingyang had agreed to file a complaint tomorrow, so he tossed back and forth between the two of them in their room, muttering non-stop: "Don't...don't touch my tombstone..."

Lan He was so noisy that she tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. Every time she was about to fall asleep, the long-clothed ghost came over from Chen Xingyang's room again.

Tombstone, what kind of tombstone... Lan He was so annoyed that she lost her soul and put on the mask.

As soon as the long-clothed ghost came out of Chen Xingyang's room, he saw Wuchang's uniform head-on, and his eyes widened for a moment.

Lan He: "What's your situation, what are you arguing about here?"

The first reaction of the long-sleeved ghost was to run away, and then he realized that the other party was actually asking about his situation.The lower lip trembled for a moment, "Master, my lord, I am so miserable!! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!"

He fell down and hugged Lan He's leg.

What a habit!Lan He was so frightened that she floated up a few inches, leaned over and said, "You have something to say, hurry up."

The ghost in the gown wiped his tears with his sleeve, "Master, I couldn't be reincarnated because of my incomplete bones. I have been guarding by my own tomb. I am honest and have done nothing evil. It has been decades! However, there is a murderer. A thousand knives, he actually stole my tombstone!"

After so many years, the coffin was broken, and the man actually stole his tombstone.

Lan He: "Stole your tombstone? Then where did you put the tombstone?"

He seemed to have guessed a little bit, but he still wanted to ask without knowing it.

"Here it is!" the gowned ghost cried, "Master, that man is very bad. They steal other people's tombstones, grind off the characters, and sell them to make new tombstones or other products. He will steal them all in one night." Several pieces were stolen everywhere. Because my tombstone was made of a whole piece of Qiyang stone, he even divided it into many inkstones. That tombstone was bought with my hard-earned savings, huh..."

Qiyang Stone, also known as Yongshi, is produced in Hunan Province and is very suitable for making inkstones. Chengyan is called Qiyang Stone Inkstone.Of course, the conditions are sufficient, and there are large stones, which can be used to make screens and tombstones, such as this gown ghost.

It's a pity that it was stolen by someone who was doing business without money.

The ghost in long clothes cried more and more sadly, and the more he cried, the more wronged he became, "That man is too fierce, I can't scare him, so I want to put away my tombstone, but those who bought the inkstone may soon find out."

Lan He saw that he was crying so much that the whole ghost shrunk, and his brain ached from the noise, "Stop crying, tell me where the person who stole the tombstone is, you must remember. Also, tell me your name too , I'll burn it... I'll send someone to bring you a piece of clothing."

The long-clothed ghost was dizzy, and asked timidly: "Really, really, my lord, I have no money."

Don't say that he has no money, even if he has money, it is rare to find a messenger to take care of the affairs of such lonely ghosts.

"I don't want your money." Lan He said with a dark face, "Now you find a place to stay quietly and wait for my news."

"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!" The gown ghost was ecstatic, but still couldn't believe it, "Really? Is this real? I didn't mean to say sorry, but I lived in the wilderness for a few days. I haven't thought in ten years that the Elder Master can come here for me for free, so what a good day is today?"

Lan Hexin said that Wuchang usually does whatever he wants, and I will be suspected if I help out casually. He said perfunctorily, "Today... Today, the Yin Division sent Zhengyi to the countryside!"

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