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

Who wants to play against you? ?

The hanged ghost lost his mood when he saw Lan He, and ran away crying and howling.Lan He grabbed him and dragged him back. Without saying a word, he beat him up first, and then strangled him with chains: "You look like you can't afford it, don't you still want to seduce others?"

The hanged ghost never expected that he would hang himself by the neck again...

He turned his eyes upwards, tried his best to look at Lan He, and clasped his fists together to bid farewell: "My lord, there was a misunderstanding, I don't know that you were behind it."

Lan He dragged him in front of Song Futan: "Just now that sparrow suddenly barked, I almost...well, I was more surprised. I think, I must have learned from this guy!"

The voice was exactly the same.However, that's all for Song Futan, he won't be missed wherever he goes, but why did Lao Qin provoke him?

"Why did the family in front provoke you? Why did you go to his house and beat him up? You were hanged in that house?" Lan He asked.

Usually the hanged ghost would make trouble in the place where he hanged himself, but Lao Qin introduced that he had lived in that house for most of his life.

"That, the one who kept the birds?" The hanged ghost didn't dare to move, "Master Mingjian, I didn't die there, but the old man robbed me of money, so I strangled him, but he still keeps robbing."

Speaking of this, Hanged Ghost is still a little depressed.

"What money are you grabbing?" Lan He asked.

"It's just money falling from the sky," said the hanged ghost. "Recently, from time to time, there are paper money scattered on the street, and I will come out to pick it up. You say he is a living person, and he robs me of money..."

Lan He and Song Futan felt a little weird, it's not July and a half, how could there be paper money on the street.If it is July and a half, there will be some scattered to lonely souls and wild ghosts after offering sacrifices.

Lan He thought of something and asked, "Is it burnt?"

The hanged ghost nodded: "Yes."

In other words, it is not real paper money, but it has already been circulated into the underworld.

Lan He asked again: "Is there any incense?"

Hanged ghost: "Uh... Anyway, I haven't picked it up."

"I see, let's go." Lan He slowly let go of the hanged ghost, and he had beaten him anyway, "When you see him in the future, stay away."

The hanged ghost smiled mischievously: "I haven't asked you yet?"

Looking at the chain, it should be a bad accident, but he is not wearing a uniform, and his face is also raw. There was no such a person in the capital before.

Lan He flicked his hat, hugged it in his arms, and signed coldly: "Dongyue Yinsi, everyone is here."

——If it wasn't for his name, his tone would sound more stylish.

But the hanged ghost didn't pay much attention to this, so he was shocked: "I blame my eye injury when I hanged myself, and I didn't recognize the old man!"

It turned out to be the old man who caused trouble in the underworld. Although he only took office this year, he quickly became famous. The hanged ghost even watched his Mulian play, and even felt honored to be choked by him... He clasped his hands and took a few steps backwards before drifting away.

Seeing that he was walking away, Lan He said: "I think it must be Hu Si. She robbed a lot of money and food from the Four Great Gates and sprinkled them on the street, and these ghosts who were staying peacefully also came out."

As soon as he came out, it was hard to guarantee that there would not be various disputes, and there would be things like Lao Qin.Anyway, the more chaotic the capital is, the happier she is, and everyone is looking for her recently, and she can distract many people's minds by making such a disturbance.

Song Futan also thought of this, "We can hold a few more ceremonies to attract wandering souls away."

Hu Si can spread money and food, and so many people in the capital who live in the underworld can also spread it. There is also incense, at least a considerable part can be gathered in various temples and Taoist temples.

"Well, I have to mention it to Lao Bai... and Teacher Qin, why don't you go and talk to him?" Lan He said.

Song Futan nodded.

……

Lao Qin was already sitting in the room, wanting to soak his feet in hot water and try to see if he could sleep better tonight, but when he heard that screenwriter Xiao Song came back and called the door, he hurriedly put on his slippers and went out.

Just wondering why he turned back again, after opening the door, Lao Qin saw that the street lights in the alley outside were gone, "Oh, it's too dark to go, I'll find you a flashlight. The dark lights are blind, so you can't just walk to the west entrance. "

Their alley has been haunted a long time ago, especially the west exit, which has many turns, and people always feel unclean when walking there at night.Before the electric lights were installed and the lights were brightly lit, many people in the alley would not take the west entrance.

Even now, elderly people don't like to walk, and if the lights are broken, they don't even like to take a detour.The darker the place, the easier it is to hide dirty things. This is what the old people often say.

"It's okay, I just remembered to ask you a question, what have you been dreaming about lately?" Song Futan asked.

Lao Qin was taken aback, and then said shyly: "I'm... I'm embarrassed to say it, maybe it's because I'm thinking about it every day, and I always dream about picking up money outside at night. I only pick up the big ones, so I'm happy Yes. But I bowed my head all night, and when I woke up, my neck and waist were tired, and I couldn’t even cry. What’s the matter, you ask this?”

Song Futan said directly: "Don't pick it up in the future, it's stealing money from ghosts."

——It's not that he doesn't know how to be euphemistic, or is deliberately realistic. This matter must be explained clearly, and it will be broken by pointing it out.

Old Qin was dumbfounded.

Instead of being angry, he muttered: "I said...I said..."

"Then I'll go first." Song Futan nodded slightly, and strode into the darkness without fear.

"Hey, thank you!" Lao Qin came back to his senses and shouted, "Be careful on the road."

You are so young, you are not afraid of being so dark.

"I shouldn't be dreaming tonight." Where Lao Qin couldn't see, Lan He floated a few inches above the ground, right next to Song Futan.Hehe, floating like this, he is almost as tall as Xiao Song.

In the dark alley, because of Lan He's side, Song Futan felt more at ease, and was not so tired of the darkness.

"My script is almost done, and I can watch it next week, in my dad's studio." Song Futan said.

"Okay," Lan He asked curiously, "By the way, you haven't said anything, what's in the script?"

Song Futan: "...a ghost."

Speaking of this, Lan He remembered that Xuanguang seemed to have never written about this kind of subject, although it is now known that he often sees ghosts, "Are there ghosts? What kind of ghosts are there? Are there any ghosts in our Dongyue Yinsi? Did you draw the material?" Real experience?"

Song Futan: "..."

When Song Futan wrote it, he didn't know that Xiao Lai was alive. Now, he was both worried about Lan He's reaction after he found out, and he also had some expectations, "...It was based on reality."

"Okay, then don't spoil it, I want to read the script!" Lan He was a little excited, "Also, I can't let Director Song think that I talked about the characters with you in advance, wouldn't that be cheating, I can interpret it myself!"

Song Futan laughed dumbly.

Song Futan sent Lan He to the gate of the community, and it happened that Hu 79 went downstairs to take out the garbage in person - Lan He lived alone, and when he left, only she and the autistic hedgehog were left, which was equivalent to only himself.Unlike the Yang family in the past, it was lively and lively, and people from the village came and went.

So even though he didn't have to come down in person to take out the trash, Hu 79 still took the opportunity to go out for a stroll, eavesdropping on the neighbors' chats, recruiting a cat to tease a dog or something.

"I'm back. When are you going to Miaogan Mountain?" Hu 79 said, she was thinking, as long as she didn't go to Miaogan Mountain, she could still go out for fun.

"Not necessarily, I heard it will be later." Lan He said.

"Oh..." Hu 79's eyes fell on the cage, "Little Queer, did you buy it for me?"

Lan He: "This Xiao Song's is for entertainment, not for eating."

"I didn't say I wanted to eat it either." Hu 79 snorted, "Give it to me to play for a few days, I'm bored, and you don't want to ask you to leave your phone for me to play Landlords."

Lan He: "I'm afraid that if you use my mobile phone to charge money to play games, it's not easy to get a refund later. The social news only says that minors who charge money randomly can get refunds, but they don't say that centenarian women who charge money randomly can get refunds."

Hu 79: "..."

Hu 79: "Then give me the sparrow!"

Lan He looked at Song Futan.

Song Futan asked: "Do you know how to raise sparrows?"

Hu 79 didn't speak, just patted his chest, seemingly confident.Lan He thought to himself that he was indeed a Humen in Beijing, and he knew how to raise birds.

"Then you keep it for a few days, it will get dirty, be careful." Song Futan handed it to Lan He.

Hu 79 reached out to lift the curtain: "What..."

The bird said to her, "Die..."

Hu 79: "..."

Hu 79: "See if I don't straighten you up!!"

"Then I'll bring it to you next time we record." Lan He got out of the car and waved to Song Futan, "Goodbye."

"...Goodbye." Song Futan also waved, saying these two words now seems to have a special meaning.

Lan He also thought in his heart, what a good goodbye, the previous goodbye, I don't know when to meet again, but now the goodbye, but there are really many times to meet again.

Lan He carried the birdcage and led Hu 79 into the elevator. Someone shouted outside, so he quickly held the elevator.

"Thank you." The resident who moved in at some unknown time came in with an Alaskan dog. Alaska is a sled dog, and it is very big. As soon as he came in, he eagerly sniffed Lan He and his birdcage.

"I'm sorry, don't be afraid, it's just blind enthusiasm..." The owner pulled the dog aside, but the dog was still not happy, and wrestled.

"It's okay, I'm not afraid of dogs." Lan He even reached out and touched Alaska's head.

Hu 79 glared at Alaska.

"Wow..." Alaska snorted, squatted weakly back beside his master, and rested his head on his master's lap.

Owner:"……"

My god, when did this silly and bold dog show such a mood...

He couldn't help asking: "Does your family also have a dog?"

"No." Lan He glanced at Hu 79, who was squatting bored at his feet, even smaller than that of Alaska. It's true that foxes belong to the canine family, but Hu 79 complained before that someone treated them as dogs.

Owner: "I thought I had one, and it must be a very powerful big dog, otherwise it won't be able to smell you and it will be like this."

Hearing this, Hu 79 squeezed to the side, and Alaska shrank even further, whimpering.

Lan He: "..."

... She has a rather smug expression on her face, did she just hear the word "smart"!

"Yanjing Years" will not be recorded for the past few days, so Lan He will stay at home to fold some ingots and make some incense, but it is not for child support, but to be burnt in a unified way at that time, so as to attract wandering souls to them Don't make trouble in the city.

Because of Lan He and Song Futan's reminder, under the notice of Lao Bai and others, in the past few days, the major religious places in the capital have also allocated their staff to hold large-scale pujas, chanting scriptures day and night, and attracting the dead.

Including Ying Shao next door, they all went to find a place to sacrifice to the lonely soul together with their two junior brothers.

In addition to folding ingots, Lan He also fulfilled his promise and did what he could - with so many activities, he and his colleagues went to maintain the order of the ghosts.

The mages in the capital were also lucky enough to meet the legendary Impermanence, with a grimace covered and a "come here" on the top of his head. He doesn't like incense but loves food, and has a good relationship with a Northeast Gu master who has recently been in the limelight.

More importantly, he is very prestigious in the capital of the underworld, and many ghosts have shown fear of him.Even Laobai and Yan San, who are more familiar to everyone, respect him very much.

It made the mages guess whether Lan He had some background down here, at least the family... no, there is no shortage of anything in the grave, so no money is needed, only food is needed, the conditions are evident.

Those who eat underworld food basically want to have a good relationship with the underworld, so they are very gracious to provide delicacies from the upper world.

Lan He took the opportunity to taste all the delicacies everywhere, and if he thought it was delicious, he took Lao Bai and the others to go too.

Because of this opportunity, Lan He also got to know some of his colleagues, whether they were from the same district's local government, from the underworld, or from the underworld in the Town God's Temple, he had also dealt with Lao Bai and Yan San in the past.

"Let's all go to Tianchang Temple tonight. They prepared crystal shrimp and crab buns for me yesterday. It's so delicious!" Lan He called a group of servants, and they hooked up and went to the Taoist temple that Lan He said. The red lanterns are all connected in a row.

Although the ghost messengers eat a meal, they love food, but it's okay to taste the food.

……

Cheng Haidong just finished his work, took off the heavy equipment, put plaster on his waist, and walked back.His remote and expensive home is not far from the shooting location. It is a waste to take a taxi. Maybe there is no one to take it. Walking is tiring. He wondered if he could find a shared bicycle to ride on the road.

After finally finding it, Cheng Haidong rode unsteadily on the street where there were no people or cars. He couldn't ride too fast with his physical strength. He just watched the traffic light in front of him turn green.

"Moving bricks hey hey, moving bricks hey hey." Cheng Haidong sang a few words, and saw the traffic light jumping into red, thinking that the traffic light setting here is too unscientific, how can such a short time be enough, luckily At this time, there were no people or cars.

But after riding a little further, Cheng Haidong realized that it wasn't a red light at all... No, it was also a red light, but it was a red lantern.There are still a few words on the lantern: Yincao Difu.

"...Damn it." Cheng Haidong shook, and as his courage slowly faded away, he also saw that behind the red light, there were still dozens of red lights floating and swaying.Taking a closer look, the people carrying the lanterns were clearly a large group of ghost messengers dressed in black or white or blue clothes!

In contrast, there are characters on their lanterns, some are Yincao Difu, some are Dongyue Yinsi, and some are Duchenghuang Temple...

It's not the first time Cheng Haidong has seen a ghost, he swallowed, trying to calm down and learn from his friend Lan He.It's a pity that the physical reaction couldn't be concealed, my legs trembled, I couldn't ride the bike too softly, and I almost fell to the ground with the bike.

This jingle and clang also attracted the servants, and the dead faces looked over one after another, Cheng Haidong froze for a moment.

At this moment, a ghost floated out of the errant, covered his face, and came to Cheng Haidong with his hat written "All are here".

Cheng Haidong recognized it immediately, isn't this the Uncle Wuchang who saved him once.

I'll go, I'm worthy of being the Chosen One!Cheng Haidong thought to himself.

"Master Lan, it's me!"

"I know it's you." Lan He said.

He hadn't seen Cheng Haidong for a while, he was busy, who knew he bumped into him here, and passed by as if he didn't see it, but Cheng Haidong made a noise, "You still want to attract us when you see the errand crossing the border. ?"

Cheng Haidong said awkwardly: "Accidentally..."

"Well, for the sake of meeting once, you should go quickly, or you will rush to brothers like me, and you will be unlucky to go back." Lan He urged, and the living person came into contact with the errand and rushed to , basically will be unlucky, let alone so many.

"Thank you, master." Cheng Haidong scratched his head and said, "By the way, there seem to be many large-scale pujas in the capital recently. Are you also busy with this?"

Lan He paused, it seemed that some citizens noticed that the recent Fa Conference was much more unusual, but there was no need to tell Cheng Haidong about this kind of thing, so as not to scare him, so he imitated Lao Bai's appearance and said coldly: " There are many people who are willing to spend money to find ways to do things, so why not.”

"Oh... I just haven't seen so many ghosts gathered together." In fact, it was the second time I saw ghosts, but there was no such scene in the legend.

Cheng Haidong always felt that he was the chosen one, why didn't the NPC reveal more information, really nothing big was going to happen.

Lan He: "You're thinking too much, let's do team building today and go climbing."

Cheng Haidong: "..."

Lan He: "Let's go, don't look back."

Cheng Haidong's legs were still weak, and he pushed the bicycle and walked forward, but he was still muttering blankly: "Impermanence team building also climbs mountains..."

……

Large-scale pujas were held in various parts of the capital, and some people, including Cheng Haidong, had noticed it, and felt that there were a lot of strange things heard in the capital recently. The bell of Juehui Temple rang once before. ...

But for most people, this kind of speculation is just another strange talk that is casually listened to.Not everyone is so unlucky, like Cheng Haidong saw a group of errands crossing the road to engage in team building.

Today, Lan He went to Song Qiyun's studio to find Song Futan at an appointment. Before leaving, he habitually told Hu 79 and Yiping to behave better at home. He didn't worry about the birds. Hu 79 doesn't want to steal Yiping's glasses, and Yiping doesn't want Hu 79's heart...

Due to the nature of his work, Song Qiyun doesn't spend much time in the studio's office every year, and Song Futan is no different.

When Lan He entered the office, only Song Futan was in there.

"Director Song hasn't come yet? I thought I was late." Lan He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him. Although it wasn't the first time he met Song Qiyun, it was special to talk about the script, and he felt a little nervous when he arrived.

Song Futan saw Lan He poking his head like a small animal, and trotting in again, with a smile in his eyes, "I'll wait for you here."

"Teacher Xuanguang has been waiting for a long time." Lan He usually escapes more in the underworld, and Song Futan is the only living person who knows his identity, so he often reveals his identity in front of Song Futan.

He handed over his resume jokingly, and introduced himself: "I am Xiaolai from Dongyue Yinsi, 250 years old this year, good at ecstasy, origami, fighting..."

Song Futan also cooperated and said: "Then what dream do you have?"

Lan He: "I want to visit Dongyue one day..."

Song Futan: "..."

Lan He: "Pfft ha ha ha ha ha!"

Song Futan also laughed, "Have you really never been to Dongyue?"

Your Dongyue Yinsi Xiaolai's dream is to go to Dongyue, Song Futan wants to rub Lan He's head hard.

"Really, I also suddenly remembered that I have never been to Dongyue, whether it is in the underworld or in the underworld." Lan He said with a smile, in fact, he really wanted to see it if he had the chance.

Speaking of which, it is rumored that Teacher Xuanguang doesn't like to go out very much, I don't know if he is also not interested in traveling...

In fact, we can go together, Song Futan's heart fluttered, but Lan He is also busy recently...

At this time, Song Qiyun had already opened the door and came in, "Lan He is here."

Lan He immediately stood up, "Director Song."

"It's okay, you're sitting, why are you a little nervous." Song Qiyun said very easy-going, "Relax, it's okay, let's just read the script, this hasn't reached the formal preparation stage, and nothing has been settled. And I don't know Futan and Have you said, this role is more difficult to find, but it happens that you are very suitable, so just relax."

This is not the stage of casting at all, but because of the particularity of this time, only when the small one is settled can the rest be started.

Lan He glanced at Song Futan, he remembered that Song Futan said that the role was very suitable, "Well... I'm just a little worried that I won't be able to do it."

"I don't think so," Song Qiyun said with a smile, "I think you are very similar to Xiaolai!"

Lan He was dumbfounded, "Huh?"

Song Qiyun: "Oh, Xiaolai is the protagonist's name, I think your temperament is very similar to his..."

Lan He: "..."

Come on? ?Lan He turned around in a daze, but saw Song Futan looking sideways out of the window, unable to see his face, but Lan He strongly felt that he should be smiling.

Song Qiyun shook everything out at once: "At first I said Xiaolai didn't have pear dimples, but after Futan met you, she changed her mind and said she could have them."

Lan He: "........."

What can be there is already there!

Lan He recalled it, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Xuanguang, you didn't even tell me that it said 'Xiao Lai'!"

Song Futan coughed lowly, feeling extremely embarrassed: "You said you want to see it yourself, I wanted to tell you last time."

Lan He was stunned at first, but now he wanted to laugh after being surprised, Xiao Song took him as the prototype of the protagonist!He even directly used the name Xiao Lai, no wonder he would say that this role is suitable for him.

It is estimated that when I first wrote it, I didn't know that he was still alive. After I left my soul, I became a character in Xuanguang's writing. Thinking about it, I think it's wonderful.

So Song Futan knows how to use it, is it because I left a deep impression on him at first...

Song Qiyun didn't know anything yet. He was looking down at the printed script, only to hear two people chatting carefully, and when he found it, he introduced it: "Luo Pin, one of the Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou, is called a five-point talent, five-point Ghost talent, best at ghost painting. He once made a painting called Ghost Qutu. The protagonist of the story, Xiao Lai, accidentally entered the world of Ghost Qutu, came to the underworld, and experienced various ghost things.”

It is written about ghosts, but it reflects the world.Ghosts are like people, and the only person acts like the ghosts in people's hearts, out of the ordinary, even absurd.

Song Qiyun handed the script to Lan He, glanced at Song Futan, and asked strangely, "Why are you smirking?"

Song Futan: "..."

Song Qiyun exaggerated a bit, but he just felt that the frequency and curvature of his son's laughter today were too high compared to usual. Are you so happy to find Xiao Lai?

Song Futan shook his head, the embarrassment in his heart dissipated, and he looked at Lan He intently, he had already opened the script.

Lan He held the script and read it carefully. When he saw Xiao Lai appearing on the stage, he stayed for a longer time. He pinched the edge of the paper with his fingers and tightened unconsciously.

In Song Futan's description, Xiao Lai in the dim light of dawn made Lan He's heart beat faster and faster for some reason.The author writes his heart by hand, so has he approached the world in Song Futan's heart...

Lan He took a quick look at Song Futan, he and Song Qiyun were both looking at him, "Huh? What do you think of Xiaolai?"

Lan He was embarrassed in front of Song Futan, "Seeing that he appeared, it's okay..."

Song Qiyun immediately said: "How can it be okay? Lan He, I have great expectations for you. If you think about it carefully, we are super good when we are young! You have to watch him with this mood, understand the intention of the screenwriter, and feel His cuteness!"

Song Futan: "..."

Lan He: "..."

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