After time travel, I got rich by catching ghosts and selling talismans

There are almost 150 people in the entire crew on the set, and on average, each person has a grieving ghost, which costs 400 yuan, or more than [-] million yuan in total.

And the investment funds they got for the movie "Qingyue Lake"...only about 200 million, and after deducting the actors' salaries and prop expenses, the amount that can be used is only 600 million.

In this case, if everyone took care of it, this movie could almost be a death sentence.

Yang Yi's face was cloudy and clear for a while, with a cigarette in his mouth, he kept pacing back and forth in the lounge, frowning tightly.

"...Master." After a while, Yang Yi said slowly, "It's not that I can't trust you, but, before I saw it with my own eyes, I still couldn't believe that our entire production crew was hit by a ghost."

Wu Xuan put away the phone slowly, with a calm expression: "What does Director Yang mean?"

"Master, if you can let me see it with my own eyes...! I'll call and talk to the investors myself!" Thinking of the green kid that Wu Xuan grabbed just now, Yang Yi gritted his teeth and said generously.

Wu Xuan looked at him silently, as if looking at an ignorant teenager: "Director Yang... are you sure?"

Yuemo is because his looks and temperament are too bluffing, Yang Yi didn't notice the complexity of his eyes at all, after thinking about it, he felt that his idea was pretty good——

Isn't it just hell!Didn't he also see that green-skinned kid just now?You also know that it was grabbed from yourself, isn't it okay?Now I just want the master to show him if there is really any grudge on everyone, and he doesn't need to touch it, so what are you afraid of!

He felt a pain in his chest when he thought about the more than 400 million, and made up his mind to ask Wu Xuan to show him clearly.

Wu Xuan sighed softly, turned his palm, and a piece of light yellow talisman paper appeared in his hand.

Yang Yi watched helplessly as a wisp of flame sprang from Wu Xuan's finger and licked up the talisman paper, his calf shrank, and he swallowed and spit.

Wu Xuan ignored him, found a disposable cup and put the ashes of the talisman paper into it, then poured half a cup of water into it and shook it.

Could it be that he was asked to drink talisman water...?

Yang Yi took a step back.

Although he has already accepted that this world is not very scientific, but it is still a bit...

Concubines can't do it!

Wu Xuan couldn't hear the cry in his heart, held the cup firmly in his hand, and walked towards him step by step, the long hair hanging behind him swayed slightly with his movements, the brilliance flowed, and he couldn't tell. It looks good.

Yang Yi was flickered by the light waves in his eyes, and when he came back to his senses, Wu Xuan had already stood firmly in front of him, and handed over the cup containing the talisman water.

Yang Yi took it hesitantly, closed his eyes in pain, and was about to swallow it.

"What are you doing?" Wu Xuan frowned slightly, puzzled.

"Don't you want to drink...?" Yang Yi questioned.

"No." Wu Xuan frowned, and a faint smile appeared on his lips, "It's enough to put this on the eyes."

Yang Yi: "..."

According to what Wu Xuan said, he dipped his finger in the talisman water and wiped it on his eyes, a slight coolness swept over his eyes, he blinked a little uncomfortable, and turned his head to look at Wu Xuan.

The young man stood cleanly by the side, and when he saw that he had finished applying the talisman water, he raised his chin and signaled him to go out and have a look.

Yang Yi's heart pounded, he took a deep look at Wu Xuan, and then walked out of the lounge.

As soon as the door of the lounge was pushed open, what greeted him was not a field manager, but a bloody head. The torn flesh, empty eye sockets, blood stains dripping onto the ground... were all reflected in his eyes in a magnified manner. In the eye mask.

The ghost head seemed to have discovered his existence, and he grinned with his long mouth, and gently licked his face with his foul-smelling tongue.

"Bang!" Yang Yi's pupils dilated, he quickly closed the door of the lounge, took two steps back, and sat down on a chair beside him.

He sat on the chair and panted heavily, and a glass of water was handed to him, and he immediately took it and drank it down.

Ok?

Why does it taste a bit strange?

Yang Yi smacked his mouth, looked down, and there was still a little talisman paper dust under the cup.

"..."

"Did you see it?" Wu Xuan wiped his hands with a handkerchief, his tone was calm.

Yang Yi: "...I saw it."

Although the head almost occupied his line of sight, he still managed to see it. Behind the head, he saw the film set that seemed to be covered with thick clouds. A motley... ghost.

He took a deep breath: "I'll call the investors right away."

Yang Yi picked up his mobile phone and went to the side to dial a number. Wu Xuan's heart moved slightly, and the bronze bracelet on his wrist trembled slightly.

"...Huh? You already know? You're here? Ah...okay." Yang Yi hung up the phone, turned to Wu Xuan and said, "Boss Huang said he already knew and was on his way here. It's almost there now."

After a pause, he whispered again: "Also, Boss Huang... doesn't really believe this."

With a shallow smile on his lips, Wu Xuan flicked the bronze bracelet on his hand: "It's not bad to have your own persistence."

Yang Yi felt a chill down his spine, thinking of the scene where the bloody ghost's head hit his face directly, and the tongue almost wiped his nose and licked it, silently lit a candle for Boss Huang.

Boss Huang, don't blame brother.

Just as he was talking, the horn of a car came from outside. Yang Yi knew that it was Boss Huang coming over. He looked at the door of the lounge, and then turned his head to look at Wu Xuan who was leaning against the window.

"The effect of the medicine has been cured." Wu Xuan naturally knew what he was thinking, and said with his gaze lightly sweeping over the cup he drank from just now.

Yang Yi was obviously relieved, opened the door, and turned sideways to let Wu Xuan in front.

Jiang Mo has been paying attention to the situation here since they entered the lounge.The previous situation of Yang Yi opening and closing the door didn't look right, but now seeing Wu Xuan coming out from inside, the light in her eyes almost materialized.

"Master Wu..." Jiang Mo came over, called him in a low voice, and looked in Yang Yi's direction, "The director... didn't say anything?"

"It's okay." Wu Xuan was friendly to clients, and after calmly answering, he raised his eyes and looked at the set.

The set is not big, but it's not too embarrassing. Even if Yang Yi paused the shooting, the actors were still facing each other, and the staff were doing their own things dutifully. It looked like a bustling scene.

However, in Wu Xuan's eyes, such a scene was covered with a thick layer of gloom. A thick cloud of evil spirits condensed on the set, nourishing the resentful ghosts of the actors and staff even more. Spirit.

To collect all the bad luck here, I don't know how many plastic bags will be used...

This consumption must be added to the bill!

Wu Xuan's expression became more and more serious, Jiang Mo's heart was trembling, and he couldn't help rubbing his arms.

Could it be that the situation is not good enough that Master Wu can't handle it by himself?

She clenched the peace talisman in her pocket, and just as she silently recited "Amitabha", Wu Xuan glanced at her, and as soon as she raised her hand, the escaping coldness disappeared instantly.

When Boss Huang came over, he saw such a picture.

The director Yang Yi, who had a temper as hard as a rock, looked helplessly at the young man standing casually by the lake. Even Jiang Xu, the little girl who wanted to show some face to him, stared at the young man with adoration.

And that young man... was only wearing the most common white shirt and black trousers, but he looked as good-looking as a painting. His waist-length hair was black and thick, and there was a smile on Ruyu's face, with a cold demeanor. Yan Jingui, the raised hand is indeed slender and beautiful...

But who is this person?

It seems that the circle has never seen a newcomer with such a good looks?What's more, he has never seen a newcomer who would make both Yang Yi and Jiang Mo face at the same time.

Boss Huang was puzzled and walked over with his bodyguards.

"Boss Huang, you're here." Yang Yi noticed his figure, sighed secretly, and greeted him with a smile.

Why is Yang Yi so weird...

Boss Huang was in a bad mood: "Director Yang, if you have something to say, you don't have to..."

You don't have to smile like that, it's better that you are as hard as a rock.

The smile on Yang Yi's face became a little normal: "Boss Huang is joking." He led Boss Huang to Wu Xuan's direction, and said in a low voice, "That is the Master Wu I told you about. He has real skills. Yes, Boss Huang, you must..."

Before he finished speaking, Boss Huang frowned: "Director Yang, we've known each other for so long, but we never knew you were an idealist."

I didn't expect that I would become an idealist!Yang Yi's heart collapsed, and he closed his mouth resignedly.

If you don't believe it, don't believe it, just don't cry when you are scared by the ghost later.

"Are you the Master Wu that Director Yang mentioned?" Taking a closer look, this Master Wu's appearance is even more glamorous. Push hard, and it will become popular in minutes! "Are you interested in entering the entertainment industry? I can sign you to my company."

"However, the route you are taking now is not very good. Metaphysics liars are easy to be hacked. At that time, I will ask someone to change a route for you to attract fans before making your debut..."

Seeing Wu Xuan slowly showing a half-smile expression, Yang Yi couldn't bear to listen!

Just as he was about to interrupt Boss Huang, he saw Wu Xuan stepping forward with a smile in his eyes: "Boss Huang."

Those eyes were sparkling and deep, cold and bright like the stars in the dark night. Boss Huang was glanced at so lightly and skillfully. He swallowed back.

His feet tried to retreat uncontrollably, but the beautiful young man only gently stretched out a hand to press on his shoulder, his body seemed to have fallen into a tall and lofty mountain, and he could not move at all. .

"You..." Seeing that his calf was about to cramp, Boss Huang opened his mouth to shout out, but Wu Xuan had already retracted his hand, and even the oppressive feeling on his body disappeared.

Boss Huang panted heavily, looked at Wu Xuan drenched in sweat, with a hint of anger in his eyes: "What did you do to me just now..."

"It's just helping you catch the grieving ghost attached to your body." Wu Xuan showed him the squashed little ghost, and said modestly, "Boss Huang, you don't have to be polite, just give me the market price."

Boss Huang: "..."

???

What is this squashed thing? !

From him? !

The author has something to say: Wu Xuan: Our ghost catchers are very honest, just give them at the market price

Brother Xuan, founder of idealism, Niu Colu·Xuan