Small saccharin

Ghost boy wrote a small paper in humiliation.

Zhuang Jiuxi used it to compare with his own ideas, many places coincided with each other, and it also gave him a lot of inspiration.

After doing so many days of homework, I will have some confidence in drawing pictures.

"What do you plan to paint?" Guitong also had a sense of participation, so he couldn't help asking curiously at this time.

[How about choosing a classic plot, that is, standing in a dark corner, with one hand on your lips, booing at the camera. 】

Zhuang Jiuxi tried to draw the structure on the tablet.

The first step is stuck.

He pondered for a moment, looked up at Guitong, and typed to ask: [What kind of camera lens is it? 】

Guitong looked surprised: "Why do you think that I, a person who has been dead for 200 years, know about the camera lens?"

[That's right, it would be nice if you know what the entertainment industry is. 】

The ghost boy was very upset when he was hurt by the side, and kept cursing.

Zhuang Jiuxi turned a deaf ear and started Baidu.

Unsuccessful.

I started to search for movies and TV dramas with various related themes.

Still not found.

He thought hard for a long time, scratched his hair, and suggested: [I can't think of a camera lens, so why not just change it to a camera lens?It's simple, you can see it when you turn on the camera of your phone...but if it's a camera, it's too sandy. 】

In the end, one person and one ghost stared at each other, and no one could think of a good way to deal with it.

Bang-!

The unknown object was thrown down and hit Zhuang Jiuxi on the forehead.

"Oh, it hurts!"

Zhuang Jiuxi covered his head subconsciously, only then did he realize that he could make a sound, and then lowered his head, he saw that the murder weapon that hit him happened to be a book, which read: "Photography Composition".

It's related information that he didn't find on Baidu.

The little boy picked up the book, looked up in shock, and looked at the expressionless and gloomy face above his head, "Brother Gui, why do you have such a book?"

Li Gui lowered his eyes, looked at the two of them with a mentally handicapped look, and said lightly, "This is the library."

"..."

Zhuang Jiuxi forced his respect: "But it will take a lot of time to find this book, thank you Brother Gui, brother, you still have to worry about it!"

Li Gui said ruthlessly: "I have read every book here, and I don't need to spend time and effort to find it."

Zhuang Jiuxi fell into silence.

That is to say, Gui Ge has been bound in the manor for so many years, not only did he not fall into self-destruction, but he turned himself into a polymath who knows both astronomy and geography...

What would happen if he was locked up here?

Probably will be addicted to playing games every day.

Thinking about it this way, no wonder he can only be a bastard, but Brother Gui can become a big ghost who can shake the underworld, his golden thighs!

Zhuang Jiuxi immediately paid respect to Brother Gui, and then quickly said: "Brother Gui, please find me some books on how directors work, as well as self-cultivation of actors, six lectures on acting skills, Hengdian Film and Television City, etc. Let’s find all the materials too!”

There are tools comparable to computer search, and there is no need to use them.

Mr. Ghost: "..."

Gui Tong was dumbfounded, and couldn't help asking him: "Is this how he usually orders you?"

Zhuang Jiuxi said confidently: "What kind of order is this? It's just a reasonable request for help! By the way, Brother Gui, do you know how long it takes for an actor to make a movie?"

"What is the salary range for A-list stars?"

"How do their actors get into the show? Is it like in the novel that when they open and close their eyes, their whole temperament changes?"

Tool ghost: "..."

Guitong: "...the first two are fine, what the hell is the last one?"

Zhuang Jiuxi looked at him contemptuously, and said, "What do you know, my ghost brother must know everything... Mmmmmmmm!"

He was banned again for being too loud and mischievous.

The ghost boy gloated: "You have been sanctioned!"

Before he finished speaking, Mr. Li Gui came out of the bookshelf with a bundle of books. His tall, thin and cold figure had a gentle book atmosphere, and he threw all of them to Zhuang Jiuxi.

Those books were all requested by the brats by name.

The ghost boy's expression became dazed.

The guy on the opposite side, in his memory, has always been a gloomy, indifferent, full of hostility, a lunatic who killed wantonly by instinct...

And the ghost in front of him looks more like a hard-working... dad.

Moreover, he also raised a little fox cub who was so out of this world.

Zhuang Jiu's analysis of painting "Original Dog" is much more efficient than his cooking.

However, within a week, a single-person high-definition illustration was freshly released, and the quality was so high that it was shocking.

The father of the top gold medalist liked it very much, and gave two extra seafood feasts as a reward, and once again received a warm and gentle thank you from a certain anchor.

Affection is for small money, and so is tenderness.

Netizens in the live broadcast room have long been accustomed to his painting style, and they are very excited to urge him to continue taking orders.

Unfortunately, they were all rejected by Zhuang Jiuxi.

He stretched himself, walked up the stairs with a selfie stick, and said, "Today I will show you different scenery."

[Isn't the upstairs a bedroom? What's the point of seeing this? 】

"The second floor is the bedroom, the third floor is not."

The third floor during the day is not dangerous.

Zhuang Jiuxi pushed open the door, and the huge library appeared in front of the high-definition camera in an instant, and the entire bullet screen was swiped in an instant.

No one expected that there would be a private library here.

He walked in, opened the heavy curtains, and bright light rushed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Zhuang Jiuxi looked out, and there were grasslands and jungles nearby, and high-rise buildings in the distance.

The whole valley is at your feet.

[Damn it, the city and the mountains are integrated together, living in seclusion on the mountain and bustling at the bottom of the mountain, is this the life in a paradise I want! 】

[I suddenly understand why the market value of Rongshen Manor is so high, even if it is listed as the top ten haunted houses in China, it still can't stop people yearning for him...]

Zhuang Jiuxi opened a window, and a refreshing cool breeze rushed in. Thinking of the market value here, he couldn't help feeling that where is the air, it is clearly the aroma of RMB!

He pushed a chair into the sun, stretched comfortably, and prepared to spend the afternoon here.

Night falls

It was rare that the manor was quiet, without the chattering voice of the little boy.

A ghostly black figure quietly appeared in front of the tablet, fingers like bones stretched out from the black mist, pressed against the wooden board and began to exert force, but...

Sure enough.

He couldn't dismantle this inexplicable magic circle.

Generally speaking, tablets and portraits are full of strong remembrance of the deceased by the living. If the belief is strong enough, it can affect the soul of the deceased.

However, this little brat has only moved in for a few days, so how could he have such a strong thought power towards him? This kind of statement is absurd, but... it has somehow come true.

The chirping voice of the little boy couldn't help flashing in his mind, the instigator of all this was the painting in front of him.

He looked at the portrait again, no matter how dazzling it looked, he stretched out his hand and snapped the frame over.

The moment the fingertips touched the portrait, an electric current surged from it, and the tingling pain was transmitted to the whole soul along the fingertips.

Li Gui's pupils shrank.

In the next second, the soul was sucked into the portrait uncontrollably.

"Crack!"

Picture frame shattered.

A piece of paper the size of a palm fell out danglingly.

"I wanted to read a book, but I didn't expect to fall asleep."

Zhuang Jiuxi turned off the live broadcast and yawned. He muttered as he walked down, "I'm so hungry, what's for dinner? I really want to eat fried chicken... But Meituan is hungry and refuses to go up the mountain. If there is a ghost It would be nice to have food delivered.”

Speaking of this topic...

"Eh? It's already ten o'clock, why didn't you see Brother Ghost today?"

"Brother Ghost?"

"Brother ghost, brother ghost, brother ghost..."

As always, the little brat was utterly speechless, shouting as he walked towards the restaurant, only to see a piece of debris next to the memorial tablet from a distance, "Where am I painting? Where is my ghost brother's portrait!!!"

He rushed forward in a swish, and was about to get angry, but his expression froze.

Next to the tablet lay a paper figure the size of a palm, wearing a long robe, black hair, purple eyes, white and gloomy face, thin lips tightly pursed, a terrifying appearance that could get angry at any time, but...

Because he was too small, he was struggling to get up while holding on to the memorial tablet.

slap!

The paper man's feet were unsteady, and he wobbled and fell on the table.

At this moment, Zhuang Jiuxi seemed to see the little star above his head representing a fainting.

What a cute Q-version paper man...

Zhuang Jiuxi slowly came back to his senses, stretched out a finger, poked him on the cheek, and called out tentatively: "Brother Ghost?"

In an instant, the paper man's gloomy little face turned into a steamed bun face uncontrollably.