Supernatural Movie Actor App

[The progress of the plot has been updated, please gather several actors at NPC Xuan Chengdao's strengths. ]

At the bottom of the slope, Yan Jing heard the voice prompt and suddenly said: "So the old Taoist priest is an NPC."

When he read the introduction before, he still wondered if one actor played the old Taoist priest and the other eight played the beginner disciples. Looking at it now, it is actually an NPC old Taoist priest leading nine beginner disciples.

Not far away, Yue Xiuming looked at Yan Jing with a little disgust, and poked Lu Wen who was beside him: "When will blind people come to show their flaws? The app is too much fun, is it a cannon fodder?"

The man next to him was tall and slender, holding a mahogany sword about one meter long, half of his face was sharp-edged, with sharp eyebrows and stern features.

Lu Wen tilted his head, mercilessly knocked off Yue Xiuming's hand, and said coldly: "It's none of your business whether someone is blind or not? Also, I don't know you well."

Yue Xiuming was choked up suddenly, with embarrassment and resentment written all over his face.He happened to be with Lu Wen in the last zombie film, but he never talked to Lu Wen. He thought he was calm and talkative, but he didn't expect to be so withdrawn and sharp.

Yue Xiuming looked at the other half of Lu Wen's face suddenly revealed, felt a chill in his heart, and took a step back involuntarily.

The clear moonlight illuminated the other half of Lu Wen's face, which was densely covered with blue fish scales, from the eyes to the corners of his mouth, when Lu Wen made an expression, those fish scales moved slightly, terrifying and strange.

Seeing Yue Xiuming's subconscious actions, Lu Wen sneered.

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh it's disgusting, although Lu Wenqiang, please don't close up his face, I'll just watch him fight! ]

[How can someone grow up like this? ]

[You are too much!I, Lu Wen, was influenced by the bloodline. He made his wish publicly. He came to awaken the bloodline. After the bloodline awakened, the scales on his face disappeared]

[But why does he show this attitude to me? ? ]

[Maybe Lu Wen is used to being pointed at, so he hates this kind of person...? ]

[The man who walked down the hillside is handsome, but his face is unfamiliar, he can't be a famous cannon fodder, right? ]

[My Zhou Tong still has no sense of existence, sad]

[Hey, isn't it well known that Zhou Tong has so few fans?]

[Who do you think is the first in this film?I bet Lu Wen]

[Zhou Tong, although he is annoying, he still has a few tricks. After all, Lu Wen is only the third film. Apart from cannon fodder, Lu Wen probably made the least film here...]

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Xie Chi was far away from the bottom of the hillside, and after the other eight people met up smoothly, they all looked up at him.

Yue Xiuming waited impatiently: "Who is this? He's a cannon fodder again? Such a weakling can be used as a zombie movie?"

Zombie films generally have much higher requirements for actors' strength than other films.

Zhou Tong took out a lighter and lit a cigarette: "He is an actor under me, I got him in."

Yue Xiuming was a little surprised, and his face brightened a little: "You brought up the newcomer yourself? Are you very optimistic about him? If he is covered by you, then he must be fine."

Zhou Tong smiled meaningfully, but did not explain his real purpose for doing so.

Yan Jing sensed Xie Chi's approach, and went to greet him with great excitement: "Brother, what fate do we have!"

It's really fate against the sky, there are so many horror movies under the app, but he was able to share horror movies with Xie Chi twice, or twice in a row.

Xie Chi walked down together with him, and asked in a deep voice: "Mirror, why did you come here?"

Yan Jing scratched his head: "Have I ever told you that my grandfather is a Taoist priest? He is not very proficient in ghosts and spirits, but he is like catching zombies and thieves?"

Xie Chi: "No."

Yan Jing said awkwardly: "I follow my grandfather, and if I know a little bit, this film is open to me. It just so happens that my agent thinks I'm useless, so he just put it here for me..."

Xie Chi: "A Taoist family?"

"No, no! I'm..." Yan Jing paused, obviously a little embarrassed, but thinking about it being Xie Chi, he felt that there was nothing to hide, "I'm an abandoned baby, as there is a custom in our hometown, just born If the child is thrown into the deep mountains and old forests for one night, if he is not bitten to death by poisonous insects, frozen to death or starved to death, it is easy to feed, and if he is not eaten by wild beasts, he has a good life. Our material conditions are too poor, which is also There is no other way, I can only be chosen by God, I am not healthy, so I was thrown away, and then my grandpa happened to travel here and picked me up, according to what he said, when he picked me up, I was out of breath, he It took a hundred milks to save him."

Xie Chi didn't expect that there was such a story behind Yan Jing who was cheerful all day long.

Yan Jing seemed to be afraid of Xie Chi's misunderstanding, so he hurriedly said, "I'm not miserable, really! My grandpa loves me so much..."

Xie Chi asked warmly: "Then your eyes?"

Xie Chi still remembered that Yan Jing voluntarily exchanged his yin and yang eyes at the price of not being able to see people.

Yan Jing was silent for a while, and then said with a sad smile: "My grandfather is getting old, and his health is not as good as before. Once he was entrusted to go out to catch zombies, but he was blinded by the zombies..."

Xie Chi nodded, fully understood, Yan Jing wanted to be his grandfather's eyes, seeing zombie ghosts for his grandfather.

Xie Chi patted Yan Jing's shoulder to comfort him, then stopped suddenly: "Wait."

"What's wrong?" Yan Jing was confused.

Xie Chi's eyes tightened: "There are zombies in your world?"

Yan Jing didn't think about it: "Yes, there are so many, wait - what is 'your world'? Aren't we in the same world?"

Xie Chi was silent for a few seconds, apparently realizing something, and said word by word: "There are no zombies in the world I live in."

Yan Jing's expression was blank for a moment, and after a long time, he swallowed: "Brother, you...don't be joking."

Just as Xie Chi was about to say something, he caught a glimpse of a man with fish scales on half of his face coming from behind Yan Jing.

"Xie Chi?" Lu Wen asked uncertainly.

Xie Chi was stunned, and smiled gently: "It's me, hello."

Lu Wen caught a glimpse of the white and clean hands stretched out towards him, his eyes paused, his mood was disturbed.

Even though the man in front of him was wearing an unruly Taoist robe, his demeanor was indescribably elegant and friendly, and his eyes were clear and peaceful.

It had been a long time since he was treated equally with such an open attitude, Lu Wen reached out his hand in embarrassment, and shook him.

Xie Chi was a little surprised that Lu Wen knew him. Lu Wen said bluntly: "I saw your art exhibition before I tied the app. We are in the same world, you and him are not."

Lu Wen obviously heard the previous conversation between Xie Chi and Yan Jing, and kindly answered them.

Xie Chi was startled, so there really are different worlds?

Xie Chi glanced at Lu Wen's scaly face. Lu Wen was obviously very human, so what else did he not know about the world he lived in?

Yan Jing was amazed: "Brother, are you a painter? Are you famous? Didn't you tell me before that you are a soul painter...?"

Yan Jing felt deeply deceived.

Just as Xie Chi was about to perfunctory, Lu Wen said, "He is the most famous horror painter in our world."

Yan Jing, who finally knew Xie Chi's real occupation, was in a big hole. He kept guessing that Xie Chi was either a profiteer or a criminal, but he turned out to be the most unworldly artist.

Lu Wen hugged the sword: "It should be the first time for you to enter a zombie movie, you can follow me, I will take you."

There was no superfluous expression on his face, the whole person stood there, tall and silent, very reliable.

Xie Chi was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing. Did he look too weak and was actively covered by someone?

[This is the first time I saw Lu Wen talking so much]

[This man is a painter... useless]

[As soon as they came in, there was Lu Wenmao, and the two of them also had great luck]

Subconsciously, Yan Jing wanted to thank Lu Wen for his brilliant record, and Xie Chi said, "Thank you."

Lu Wen had good intentions, he didn't need to refuse, just reciprocate.

Yue Xiuming saw that Lu Wen, who was still choking on him just now, was chatting happily with the two cannon fodders, he sneered, secretly scolded him for being ungrateful, and walked to Zhou Tong's side.

Zhou Tong said: "It's all ready, let's go to the NPC."

The moon was dark and the wind was high, and a group of nine people followed the app's instructions and walked downstairs.

At this time, standing in front of the earth pit at the bottom of the hillside was an old Taoist in yellow robes, who should be the Daoist Xuancheng that Xi Jinping explained to him just now.

Xuan Chengdao has long gray hair and is about fifty or sixty years old. His face is bony and he looks a bit rigid. He is holding a gossip, bowed his waist and swayed back and forth, and finally stopped in one place.

Gossip to find the way, now the needle on the gossip does not move, indicating that the coffin that the employer said is right under his feet.

Taoist Xuancheng ordered the nine people: "Come here, dig here, be careful not to damage the coffin."

The tools were prepared early in the morning, and the nine people resigned themselves to their fate and began to work hard. An hour later, a golden coffin was unearthed.

The coffin was about two meters long and one meter high. It was golden in color and looked very heavy. The colors of its four corners were slightly different from the body of the coffin.

When Taoist Xuancheng saw the appearance of the coffin, his expression turned ugly for a moment.

"Golden coffin with copper horns." Xie Chi said in a deep voice.

Lu Wen glanced at him unexpectedly.

When Yan Jing heard the familiar four words, he subconsciously pulled Xie Chi back: "Brother, most of the coffins are filled with... zombies."

Generally speaking, the coffins made of ordinary wood will be replaced with coffins made of copper horns and gold to restrain the corpses to prevent further corpse changes when the corpses show signs of corpse transformation during burial.

Zhou Tong obviously knew what was going on, and went up to talk to Taoist Xuancheng: "Master, what should we do now?"

Taoist Xuancheng looked dignified, pondered for a moment, and said, "Open the coffin."

For their safety during transportation, he had to check what was going on inside the coffin.According to the employer, the coffin was buried more than 20 years ago. It is not known how the corpse has changed over the past 20 years.

The four were in charge of prying off the coffin nails. Lu Wen kicked the coffin board open. Daoist Xuancheng glanced into the coffin, his face turned pale, and he shouted, "No! You've gained weight! Father and son are still in the same coffin!"

When Yan Jing heard "father and son in the same coffin", his expression was surprisingly consistent with Taoist Xuan Cheng's.

Fat blessing, which refers to the appearance of tinfoil-like folds on the face of a corpse, can be either a precursor to necrosis or the main facial feature of a zombie.

Xie Chi got closer, and was the first to get a glimpse of what was going on inside the coffin.

More than 20 years have passed, but the bones in the coffin have not rotted. Inside the coffin is a man with gray and hard skin, disheveled hair, dense wrinkles on his face, high cheekbones, and sunken cheeks.On his hands folded over his belly, his long blue nails exuded a creepy luster.

Long nails are also the main feature of zombies.

Taoist Xuancheng approached and opened the mouth of the male corpse, where four sharp fangs had already grown out.

Totally zombies.

Next to the male zombie lay a small corpse. It didn't rot like a normal corpse, but it didn't change, as if it had just been buried in the ground.

Xie Chi walked up to Yan Jing's side, supported his chest with one hand, and asked in a deep voice, "What will happen if the father and son share the same coffin?"

Yan Jing's lips trembled: "Evil is more evil, magic power is boundless."