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

Also navy blue and white impermanence?Do you understand what is the theory of yin and yang?

Lao Bai straightened his face and said, "Stop talking nonsense!"

He waved the fan in his hand, seemingly lightly, but a gust of wind was blown, causing Cheng Haidong's soul to leave his body flickeringly, and floated to the direction of his body, which was returning to his soul.

Lan He looked at Song Qinmin who was hiding inside the door with only half of his body exposed, and he was here.

After a person dies, he should first report to the City God. Song Qinmin stayed in the mortal world, which attracted Lao Bai's soul. As for why he was able to stay...

The old white man said with a straight face: "This house is very exquisitely built, with a lot of towns, and ghosts from the underworld will easily lose their way if they enter it. It also follows the law of creating fate and will not affect the owner of the house. He uses this to hide, but You are a living soul, unaffected, you can catch him."

Lao Bai's words were not only to explain to Lan He, but also to scare Song Qinmin.

Sure enough, Song Qinmin panicked when he heard it. He thought that these two, like the previous errands, could do nothing against him, so he immediately ran into the house.

Lan He suddenly remembered that the village cadres had blown the feng shui design of the Yantang residence for a long time that day. It seems that the feng shui master from a hundred years ago was not known to the descendants of Guiguzi, but he was really a master!

Although he is in the state of a soul, he is not a real ghost. He immediately entered the house without any discomfort and threw the chain away.

Lan He just tossed it casually, there were still a few meters between him and Song Qinmin, but the elusive rope was already firmly on Song Qinmin's body.Song Qinmin is not a ghost at all, he just has an obsession in his heart and uses the power of his ancestral house to stay in the world.

Being bound by the seductive rope, the old man immediately froze and couldn't move.

Lan He pulled the chain back, and Song Qinmin floated along, basically weightless, and was led out by Lan He.

"My lord, my lord, let me go, I don't want to go." Song Qinmin begged.

"Old man, old man, don't call me that." Lan He said, "I said you can cooperate with our work."

Song Qinmin: "..."

He didn't quite understand why Yincha called him the old man. It is said that Wuchang should have lived for thousands of years, and he always felt that the tone was strangely familiar...

Song Qinmin thought about it carefully, and it was a bit like the tone of a young cadre stationed in the village when he came to work at home.

"What do you say you are hiding, staying in the world as a lonely ghost, living a few years, completely without sacrifices and enjoyments, can only suffer from hunger and hunger, and eat one meal a year, it is not a good day!" Bai Yinyang said strangely, "Look at how many wild ghosts wandering in the mortal world, crying and wanting to go to the Yin Division."

Song Qinmin is newly dead, so how could he know so much? He said stubbornly: "It's not that I don't cooperate with the government's work (Lan He:??). You see, the village encourages tea planting and I will take the lead in planting tea. I also support changing toilets...but Well, I saved money a long time ago and saved it for future affairs. My son is not filial, and he actually fooled me, a dead ghost, and the money was only spent less than half, I am not reconciled!"

Song Qinmin started chattering and criticizing his sons, it seemed that he was really not convinced.

His son disrespected the deceased enough, Lan He asked Lao Bai: "Can you help him?"

Lao Bai casually said: "Humans and ghosts have different ways!"

Lan He thought of the old man pushing away the gold and silver banners for blessing, and couldn't help but said: "Is there nothing we can do? For example, when we passed by his son's house, we secretly took his money back and bought sacrifices, so that he can You can leave at ease."

Before Song Qinmin could speak, Lao Bai suddenly said, "That's a [-]% handling fee! Lao Song, do you agree with me?"

Lan He: "..."

He thinks the old white hat should say "see money".

Song Qinmin said in a daze, "Yes, yes."

So they went to Song Qinmin's son's house, and took out a wad of cash in the bedside cabinet, which was all saved by Song Qinmin.

He doesn't have any pension, and he still grows tea to make money when he is old, and he is not used to depositing in the bank, so he just wraps it in cloth, and there are a lot of loose change of ten or five yuan.

At this time, Song Qinmin's children and grandchildren were all watching the night in the mourning hall, and there was no one at home. He stuffed something into the drawer and muttered, "Stinky boy..."

"Okay, let's go." Lao Bai urged from the side.

"Wait a little longer," Song Qinmin begged, "My little grandson is only in the third grade of junior high school, and he will be promoted to high school this year. I want to see him again. And my tea leaves..."

One thing happened, Song Qinmin actually still has many regrets and worries.

Seeing his pleading appearance, Lan He thought to herself, the old man didn't stay in Yangshi entirely because of unwillingness.Whether he hates it or loves it, he actually doesn't want to part with the fireworks in the world. He just wants to continue here and live a trivial or even unsatisfactory life.

But Lao Bai has become accustomed to it, and said coldly: "If Commander Yin dares not to obey, the new ghost will follow me to Huangquan!"

When Song Qinmin heard this, he burst into tears, "Keep me one night, keep me another night!"

Lan He was at a loss, and suddenly felt a strong emotion rushing into his heart from his fingertips. Confusion, unwillingness, fear and despair, like a rising tide, quickly submerged him.

Lan He was shocked, his whole body was swept away by such strong and complicated emotions, his heart was suffocated, he looked at Song Qinmin, and suddenly understood that this should be Song Qinmin's feelings, he said in distress: "How could I... I seem to understand to his mood."

Lao Bai looked at him, "Human nature is really complicated."

Lan He: "What do you mean?"

Lao Bai: "Before and after a person's new death, emotions are the most intense and rich. This seductive and soul-binding soul will also transmit strong emotions. The more sensitive a person is, the easier it is to transmit...I didn't expect that you are both deceiving ghosts and being with you. Ghost sympathy! Take out the hard-heartedness you had when you lied to me, and it won't be like this!"

Lan He: "..."

No matter what, Lan He learned new knowledge, water conducts electricity, seduces the soul and guides emotions, and also has a deeper understanding of why it is said that food in the underworld is not good, and why some people in the underworld are half-crazy.

This kind of soul-to-soul communication has a greater impact than any sense, and it is easy to be involved in the emotions of the dead.

It's a bit like an actor getting too involved in the play, thinking of himself as the soul of the dead... Lan He took two deep breaths, breaking away from strong emotions.

He has hooked too many souls, even if he is as sensitive as Lan He, he is already numb to any emotion.Lao Bai put Song Qinmin's soul on his chain, and said to Lan He, "It's not too late, you just have to send it to the intersection, let's meet again next time."

He said, rubbing his hands suggestively.

Lan He: "... Got it!"

……

The next day.

Song Qinmin's son kept watch at night. In the morning, he had to pay the drum troupe and took them to his home to get the money.

As a result, he opened the money drawer in front of a musician, and saw that there was only a handful of paper ashes inside!

——In contrast, Cheng Haidong's story about last night is much less impressive.

On the first day, he said that ghosts would press the bed, and quite a few people believed it.But blue and white impermanence, and the hat of "It's all coming" are more unimaginable, even funny.No matter how Cheng Haidong described the weird atmosphere at that time, no one could enter the drama.

Cheng Haidong complained in confusion, "I'm serious, Lan He, what time did you sleep last night? When I came back at night, I met Mr. Song in the yard. Then he took me away. It was Lan Wuchang and Bai Wuchang who let me go. I'm back."

"No, you're dreaming, and you added characters without authorization. I've never heard of blue and white impermanence in the underworld." Lan Wuchang said, "Did you stare at Miss Xiaohua for too long?"

Miss Xiaohua is the artist in the group, and she often wears a blue and white striped T-shirt.

Cheng Haidong: "..."

It's all about what.

As soon as he rubbed his hair, could it be that he was dreaming, "No, no, I must have seen it... Sigh, you all don't believe it, you can't see it, only I can see it, so am I the chosen one?"

Lan He's eyes wandered, he didn't know if Cheng Haidong was the chosen one, but he was definitely the chosen one...

Although he insisted that he saw a ghost, but because everyone didn't believe in the second story, and because he was poor, Cheng Haidong could only continue to work honestly.

Fortunately, Song Qinmin had already been reincarnated, and Cheng Haidong was able to get through it safely.

Soon, the ten-day filming ended, and the crew got together in the village on the spot.

Cheng Haidong clinked glasses with Lan He, "What's your plan?"

Lan He said: "After half a month's rest, you still have to join the group, how about you?"

Cheng Haidong waited for him to ask, and said with his arms akimbo: "I'm going to join Liu Chunyang's group!"

Liu Chunyang is a well-known director in China. He has worked in the industry for many years, and after his style has gradually developed, his works are both well-received and popular.Moreover, Director Liu is also a photographer. Joining his group, Cheng Haidong must have learned a lot, and his resume will be much better.

"Liu Chunyang is going to shoot a new movie?" Lan He couldn't check his phone several times a day when he was busy in the group, and he didn't know about it, "You are amazing."

Cheng Haidong: "Hey, why don't you just follow Master...it's still in preparation, and my master will start reading scripts together when he gets back. I heard that the first investment has arrived. His play must not be short of money."

"Not only is there no shortage of money, but there is also no shortage of actors." Lan He said with emotion, Liu Chunyang's role is of course very popular, but unfortunately Liu Chunyang has his own temper. New actors are especially cautious.In the end, the roles that everyone can fight for are very limited.

"Let's go, respect the director."

At this time, someone came to say hello, and Lan He followed behind the crowd.

The director was in a good mood and talked to them one by one.It is fate to meet each other. After the group broke up, I don't know if there will be a chance to work together again in the future.

"Lan He." The director patted Lan He on the shoulder, "I think your play is really good."

The director has worked with Lan He twice. Although Lan He's roles are not important, he has seen Lan He's dedication and hard work. Moreover, Lan He has a good attitude and doesn't like to go wrong. The image condition, don't be too easy.

"Thank you, director." Lan He said quickly.

"Sometimes, there are more than enough skills, but a little lack of emotional outburst... Well, you are still young, you can accumulate a little more and experience life more." The director has already drank a little bit, and said vaguely.

Lan He nodded seriously.

The director said sadly: "As for the opportunity, let's wait... This is more difficult to say than hard work."

Lan He smiled, "Just be happy."

"Yes, it's good to be happy." The director raised his glass and burst into tears, "So my filming is really good! Why don't investors spoil me! I'm not even the ghost, where is the chance! I am good I want to make a big production!!"

Lan He: "..."

The next day, Lan He returned to the capital.He was originally from Hunan Province, and he was living in the capital. The company rented an apartment, and the occupancy rate of the community was quite high.He is a little transparent, and there is no need to live in a place with particularly good privacy.

Lan He came back and was busy preparing for the next play, but within two days, he received a call from the company, telling him that there was a change, that the crew that had signed the contract had an accident and disbanded on the spot.

Lan He's professional level and appearance conditions are enough for him to get a lot of audition opportunities, but there are too many factors to determine whether he can pass the initial test, the final screening, and what kind of role he will get in the end.

Even if you get the role and sign the contract, the crew may be disbanded like now.Even in the group, accidents may happen.

After working for several years, he also knows how to adjust his mentality and deal with the disappointment after hard work.

Lan He had no choice but to cook two dishes by herself, and ate...he didn't dare to overeat, he had to maintain his weight, anyway, he used the food to comfort himself.

Waking up the next day, I was brushing my teeth when I received a call from the company again, saying that there was an idol drama with a good configuration, and the company also handed over the resumes of some actors with suitable schedules under its banner, and the candidate for Lan He was the male third. I tried it for the first time.

Lan He had just lost her job, so of course she managed to keep up her energy and went to the appointment on time.The director has had good results in previous idol dramas, and for such a heavy role as the male third... I guess the competition will be a little fierce.

The crew's office is in the building. Lan He was sent the script of a scene, and there were quite a lot of people in the waiting area. He figured out the script by himself, and he got some inspiration after watching it.After waiting for about two hours, I was called into the office.

Lan He checked the director's information, so he recognized that the middle-aged man with a big belly talking to a man wearing a peaked cap in front of the floor-to-ceiling window was Wang Mao, the director of the film.

"Director Wang?" The producer called back, and Wang Mao nodded with the man in the peaked cap, and sat back, while the peaked cap was still in front of the window, showing only his back.

Wang Mao raised his chin, and said to a female staff member next to him, "Maomao give the actor a ride."

The girl named Mao Mao stood in front of Lan He.

She is not an actress, but a director's assistant, and she doesn't know much about acting, she just acts as a tool when needed.But Lan He is pretty, and she feels better as a tool person.

Although she doesn't know how to act, after being a tool person for so long, she can memorize her lines, and she has a general understanding of the routines performed by the actors.

The play is an original script, and this scene is about the male third who is the older brother of the heroine. A quarrel broke out between the deadly rival male protagonist and the heroine, and at this time the male third is already terminally ill.

After this handsome guy entered the role, his eyes changed, and he said coldly, "You want to be with him, unless I die."

Maomao was stunned. Most of the previous actors here still maintain the extroverted personality of the male third, with extroverted emotions and rich body language. When they come up, they grab their shoulders. Give the hero's unwillingness, and then reveal the pain of enduring the pain.

Maomao doesn't know the specific level, she usually only can tell whether it's awkward or not.

But right now, Maomao soon lost her mind to think about other things, and Lan He's eyes really nailed into her heart.The slightly bloody lines are particularly convincing under his interpretation.

He stared at himself, his eyes seemed to gather all his strength, under the tough surface, he knew that the ship was irreversible, the Milky Way was going to fall, not only unwillingness, but also something else.

Maomao was completely shocked, and even forgot to answer the lines. She was almost a little scared. This look was too complicated, and it made her think of dying people without explanation...

Maomao didn't notice, as the scene went on, the house became quieter and quieter at some point, everyone's eyes were attracted,

The man in the peaked cap in front of the window turned around at some point and watched quietly.

……

"It's kind of interesting..." Wang Mao rubbed his chin, and communicated with the producer, "The delicate emotion is really tense, and the layers are so rich that even I have goosebumps."

For a young actor, it is rare for a young actor to perform a life-and-death drama so profoundly...

He is keenly aware that this is an actor who can add luster to a character.

The male third acts as a supporting role, and as a sister control, many times the scenes are quite funny, and there are certain stories in themselves, but they are quite routine, and they will not be reflected in many ways.At this time, if the actor's performance is brilliant and persuasive, it can completely improve the depth of the character.

The producer also nodded. This is really rare. The character didn't say that he was sick. The actors in front of him had performed well, but they were pissed off when compared to others. Lan He acted too convincingly as his wife, and It is very restrained, which improves the character of the whole character.

Before the producer could speak, the man in the peaked cap behind him said, "Well, let me think about it."

"Hmm... um? What are you thinking about? What does it matter to you?" Wang Mao turned around and said, "Brother, we are the ones who are casting the cast."

The man in the peaked cap did not speak, but pressed the brim of his hat.

Wang Mao rolled his eyes.

On the other side, after Lan He closed her eyes, she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, and played slowly.

Interesting to say, in fact, at that moment just now, he recalled the emotion he felt when he met old man Song before.

——Although the old man Song and the male number three in the idol drama seem to be completely unrelated, and even the scenes are different, there are similarities in human nature.

The emotion he felt for the first time in the soul state gave him a great impact and impression, and because he accepted it when he was a soul, it was difficult to forget that feeling.

During the performance, he kept thinking back, unconsciously immersed in that state again, and integrated it into his character.

Lan He said to Maomao who was playing, "Thank you."

"No, it's okay..." Maomao stuttered, staring at Lan He who was full of life again.

"That's right, the performance was pretty good." Wang Mao walked over, "Isn't it Lan He?"

Lan He noticed that the man in the peaked cap also came over, but he still couldn't see his face clearly, and he didn't care. There were a lot of staff, so he just extended his hand to Wang Mao, "Hello, Director Wang, yes."

Wang Mao shook hands with him, "The performance is very contagious, I like it very much, can you show us another impromptu performance?"

Lan He was overjoyed, he wanted to test him because he was interested in his performance, and the chances of winning this role instantly increased a little.

"Okay, let me think about it." He was thinking about what to perform, when he saw a figure floating in from the window, with a dead face, holding a chain, and a tall hat with the words "Young Talent at First Sight". white.

"It's urgent! Come, come!" Lao Bai fixed his eyes on Lan He, and said.

Depend on.

Lan He was a little anxious, because he found that Lao Bai had started to take documents, but he couldn't stop it...

The most important thing right now is that the office is still so big, once Lao Bai transfers him away, his soul will leave his body, and his body will go to the street again. A body without a soul is the same as dead. How can he explain this to the people around him?Even if you think he has a strange disease, it's not too good, right?

No, he must make it clear to Lao Bai in the future, he cannot be summoned casually.He is different from those who specialize in impermanence, he can walk if he says so.Not only does he have his own job, but he also has to pretend he can't see ghosts in Yangjian!

Lan He's mind turned sharply, and she hurriedly said to Wang Mao: "Director, let me perform for you and die on the spot."

Wang Mao: "... Huh??"

Before he could react, he saw that the next moment, the young man was already clutching his heart, with pain on his face, he was so tired that he didn't move anymore.

Wang Mao: "..."

Wang Mao was stunned, and couldn't help but burst out laughing after a while, "Hahahaha!"

Died in situ?Today's young people, in order to impress the director, really know how to take the edge of the sword.

When he smiled, the others couldn't help laughing too, and the office was filled with joy for a while.

The man in the peaked cap said abruptly, "Good acting."

"Huh?" Wang Mao listened carefully and looked at it, and his expression immediately changed. Really, Lan He was more than silent, "Don't say that playing a corpse has no technical content, look at this guy, his chest is rising and falling. It’s like they’re all gone.”

Everyone stared at him, but couldn't find any flaws.

When death scenes appear in film and television dramas, some viewers always like to stare, pointing out where the "corpse" is breathing, eyelids are moving, and so on.At this time, they all want to complain, the actors have worked very hard, they can't let them really die, how can they not breathe.

But the one in front of him, he acted very realistically, so unbelievably real, even his lips seemed to turn white.

Maomao couldn't help but touch Lan He's hand, then touched it again for confirmation, and said in a dazed trembling voice: "Director Wang, why, why does it seem...to be cold..."

Everyone: "???"

The author has something to say: Gong hasn't appeared yet!Definitely not Lao Bai!How could Gong pick his nostrils!