I heard that people who come in have made a fortune [entertainment circle]

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you came first! Can't I leave right away?" The female ghost cried and cried. She was oppressed by Su Luochen's demon pressure and couldn't even take a step.

"If you say that, I'm not happy. Just this thing, who can call me out, who do you look down on?" Su Luochen looked at the small porcelain plate that was pressed in the middle of the table by a few fingers with contempt.

Porcelain dishes are rough goods from wholesale, and the maximum cost is no more than three yuan.

To summon ordinary demons, you have to use your heart or the tip of your tongue. The arrow drawn on this porcelain plate is ketchup, and it is the kind that is given for free in fast food restaurants.

The devil doesn't want to lose face, does he? !

The female ghost was even more frightened, and her voice trembled: "Are you trying to eat them all? Can you not eat them in the house? If it attracts the God of Scourge, you are fine, and I will be done with it."

"Vulgar!" Su Luochen scolded, "What time is it, and you still have cannibalism in your head, do you think you're watching "Diary of a Madman"? No wonder "A Chinese Ghost Story", which depicts ghosts, has been changed to Fox demon, it is because you are not civilized, harmonious, and rule of law!"

The female ghost here was scolded silently, but the porcelain plate started to move over there.

Everyone exclaimed softly, and someone reminded them: "Don't shout, you will offend Die Xian, if you can't send it away, we will all be unlucky."

Su Luochen glanced at the female ghost, who shook her head frantically, almost falling off: "It's not me, it's not me."

Li Man first asked: "Are you Die Xian?"

The dish moves slowly and the arrow moves to "Yes".

Fu Bai then asked: "Will the market rise tomorrow?"

The plate stayed where it was, motionless.

Another entertainer said in a low voice: "Brother Fu, you can't ask such a question. A shares refer to the Shanghai Stock Exchange Index, the Small and Medium-sized Board, and the Growth Enterprise Market. There are also Nasdaq and Dow Jones in the US stock market... directly ask whether the market is going up or not, and it doesn't." I know what you're asking."

The female ghost whispered: "I don't even know what a big plate is."

Fu Bai stroked his chin: "Didn't you say that ghosts are very powerful, how could you not know what I want to know?"

"That's not it, don't talk about ghosts, even if you pray to Buddha and make a wish, there are rules." The little artist was excited.

"Since it's all about making wishes, don't make fake big empty tricks. Just forget about world peace, and wishing for a safe house is meaningless. What is a safe house? How safe is it? Is it safe to pinch your hand by the door? Make this It is very difficult for Bodhisattva and Buddha to make a wish."

"If you want to make a wish, you have to be accurate to a few years, a few months and a few days ago. What kind of wish do you want to achieve, such as making a wish to win an Academy Award, you have to clearly state which session it is, or wait 100 years later, a certain time It’s also meaningless to posthumously award the Golden Statue Award, right?”

"After you make your wish, you have to tell them what your surname is, where you live, and let them know who you are, right?"

Li Man interjected: "Yes, a friend of mine said that when she made a wish, she always reported her ID number. It is the only number in the whole country, and the Bodhisattva will not make a mistake."

Su Luochen was very speechless towards these humans. Turning his head, he saw that the female ghost was sitting aside, holding a small notebook in her hand, taking notes seriously.

Su Luochen: "What are you doing?"

Female ghost: "I think what they said makes sense, so write it down first, in case you can use it later."

Su Luochen: "..."

No way, this is a country where feudal superstition is also practical.

There was a flood in the west, and humans relied on oracle to build ships to escape.Floods occur here, the ancestors of mankind repaired the sky, and humans themselves cleared rivers and ditches.

When it stopped raining, I went to ask the Dragon King. If I couldn’t get what I asked for, I couldn’t get what I asked for. If I asked for the third time, I had to carry the statue of the Dragon King out to parade in the street, and I had to whip it.

Jin Jing said that in a certain temple, the incense money in front of the statues of several incarnations of the Buddha is not a lot, but the income of the incarnation of Huanxi Buddha is hundreds of times that of other places.

While the artists were chatting, Su Luochen and the female ghost had already established a friendship through mobile games.

The female ghost's name is Qiaoqiao, she was a maidservant of a rich family, she died in the troubled times of the late Qing Dynasty, too many people died at that time, black and white impermanence bull-headed horse-faced work overtime every day, it's normal to miss people or something.

The dead ghosts in big cities can still say hello to each other, let them know, and gather at the Temple of the City God to wait for the shuttle bus to pick them up.

There is no fart in the deep mountain old forest. The female ghost waited foolishly for a long time, and no ecstasy messenger came to pick her up.

It was the first time she came into contact with modern products, and it was extremely strange, but unfortunately she could only watch, the essence of ghosts is a kind of biological magnetic field, when touching a mobile phone, the mobile phone will die, and it is impossible to play.

"I want to play too." Qiaoqiao looked at the phone pitifully.

"Do you want to reincarnate? I know Bai Wuchang fairly well. If you meet him, just say hello to him and ask him to pick you up."

Qiaoqiao was delighted but couldn't believe it: "Can it still be like this?"

Su Luochen nodded: "Recently, the life and death book has become more and more inaccurate. Some people were obviously going to die, but they were intubated all over their bodies, and they could drag on for several years. They came out to seduce souls, and it would be shameful to go back without seducing anything. You It can also be regarded as completing the work indicators for them.”

Playing Die Fairy is also a well-designed part. The dish will move, and it is secretly operated by an artist arranged by the program group. Everyone quickly debunks him, and then laughs and prepares to go to bed.

The little ghost happily said goodbye to Su Luochen. The moment she left, the six white candles around her were blown out by her happy wind, and the whole room was completely plunged into darkness.

No one in the room spoke, and the silence made people panic.

"It's the wind." Li Man pretended to be calm.

Everyone looked towards the window, and the window paper on the old-fashioned carved window had long been torn. Before entering, the crew had already nailed the window with wooden strips, so there was no wind.

"It's an organ." Fu Bai forcefully explained, "The candles are prepared by the program team. They must be special candles, and they will go out when the time is right."

He winked at the bewildered cameraman: "Yes."

The cameraman was at a loss: "Huh? I don't know."

"How would he know? Of course the prop master prepared it. Let's go and go to sleep. Good night everyone." Li Man tried his best to suppress the fear in his heart, maintaining a beautiful and sassy avatar.

Early the next morning, it was officially launched. Although it was not a serious TV series, a small launch ceremony was also held.

The director took the lead and put five incense sticks on the head, and said some auspicious words.

But in a moment, all five incense sticks were extinguished.

The studio is very particular, if there are three positives and two negatives in the fire, there will be trouble, and if all five incense sticks are destroyed, there will be a catastrophe.

Just don't know whose head it will fall on.

The director muttered a few more words, and lit the incense again, but within a minute, all five incense heads were still extinguished.

If someone deliberately made the candle yesterday, there will be no problem with the incense today. It is not being filmed now, and no matter how it is for the effect of the show, it will not make fun of such industry conventions.

The director's expression changed.

The assistant on the side hurriedly said, "I still have incense, I'll get it in the car."

While everyone was standing there waiting in fear, Su Luochen had already quietly returned to the haunted house.

He rushed to the attic with a "dong dong dong".

"Come out for me! It's okay to make trouble! Ah?! Believe it or not, let me tell Bai Wuchang that you affect the normal work of human beings, delay the devil's money, and disrupt the normal relations of the three realms with your own power! Let the hell punish you and not allow you to reincarnate , no mobile phone to play!"

Qiaoqiao came out crying: "It's not me, it's really not me."

"Who else could it be if it wasn't you! Could it be that the snail noodles bought by the crew have become refined!" Su Luochen hated being cheated the most in his life.

Qiaoqiao pointed at him timidly: "My lord, haven't you thought about yourself?"

"..."

The incense of gods, immortals, and Buddhas cannot be passed on within three feet of the demon king.

Simply put, it is a signal shielding field.

After being in the world for a while, I completely forgot about it.

Thinking of how he yelled at others just now, Su Luochen felt inexplicably guilty: "Ah, that, you eat snail noodles, I'll cook you some?"

When walking downstairs, he was too guilty and accidentally stepped on the broken stairs. Su Luochen rolled down the stairs and scratched his palms.

"I just said that the first two times were just accidents, and the quality of the incense must have been bad." Someone came in from the outside.

A group of people stared dumbfoundedly at Su Luochen who was sitting on the ground, and his bleeding palm.

There is no impenetrable wall in the world, and the story of the crew spread instantly on the Internet.

"I'm a staff member of a haunted house reality show. When the show started today, I couldn't light the incense twice. The third time I sacrificed blood to an artist, and the incense didn't burn out. It's too scary."

It also included a dazed photo of Su Luochen, as well as the bloody palm prints left on the ground (enhanced version of the artist's post-production).

Jin Jing frowned: Oops.

Yan Mingsheng was originally excited by that photo. He came from time travel and believed in ghosts and gods.

In addition, Jin Jing has always been nagging in the circle, and even she said "terrible", how serious the matter will be, now he regrets so much that his intestines are green, he shouldn't let Su Luochen participate in this variety show, singing, dancing, etc. Isn't it good to dance, why let him participate in the haunted house quest.

Yan Mingsheng immediately called his assistant: "I have signed all the documents. Mr. Zhao is in charge of the negotiation with Company A. You will be in charge of other daily work. Call me if there is something urgent."

Then, he went like a gust of wind.

Jin Jing shouted behind him: "It's too late!"

Yan Mingsheng gritted his teeth and ran towards the parking garage: No, it's in time, it must be in time.

Jin Jing stood upstairs, looking at Mr. Yan's car roaring away, she murmured: "When you pass by, the wounds have healed, what are you doing there?"