I am super fuzzy and I am the top of the underworld [entertainment circle]

Before leaving, Qiongren saw Lin Chunsheng, the little old man standing in the living room, looking at him eagerly.

"Secretary Jin, the ghost inside was entrusted to me by Huo Wuchang. I promised to burn the ingot for him. Wait for me for a few minutes. I'll find a place where no one is around and burn it before leaving."

Secretary Jin: "Don't bother, I'll melt it for you. Your ingots are stacked well and your mind is strong enough. Just burn one for him."

Qiong Ren took out an ingot from the huge cloth bag and handed it over, "That Huo Wuchang said he wanted to buy two ingots with me, can paper money really be exchanged for money?"

Secretary Jin took the ingot, flicked his wrist, and a faint blue fire ignited on the ingot, which turned into fly ash within a few seconds and disappeared cleanly. Compared with the incineration in the human world, this is the real "melt".

He had just finished melting here, when Lin Chunsheng in the living room suddenly had an extra ingot of gold in his hand.There is no cold feeling of metal on it, it is warm to the touch.

"Thank you, Master Joan, thank you, Master Joan!"

Qiong Ren was quite embarrassed: "The poor master sounds unlucky, just call me Qiong Ren."

Lin Chunsheng hesitated to speak.

Chen Ruize couldn't sleep because of the sound of the night wind blowing on the window. He got up and wanted to tuck the window tighter, but saw Qiong Ren carrying a big cloth bag with a faint blue fire burning beside him.

The rain was so heavy, but the blue fire was not extinguished by the water, and burned an ingot.

"I wouldn't have done femtoseconds if I knew it earlier. It's good if I can't see clearly." Chen Ruize turned on the bed and covered his head with the quilt. Now only the quilt can give him a sense of security.

The two got into the car, and the driver was still the driver, who warmly greeted Qiong Ren.

Secretary Jin sat down with him in the back row and talked about the question Qiong Ren asked earlier. Secretary Jin said that paper money and paper ingots can indeed be exchanged for the currency of the underworld.But just like gold and silver are distinguished by their fineness, paper money is the same.

The Yuanbao folded by Qiong Ren is exquisite in shape and strong in thought. After burning, it becomes an ingot of gold.If it is perfunctory, the ghost may not even be able to hold a piece of sand.

There are often chisels that can't cut through white paper in such eye-drilling money.A dollar of paper money, ten of which can be used, but not one.Those in the lower level who did not dig out the eyes of the copper coins were directly discarded, and those copper coins that were not printed completely could not be circulated in the underworld after being burned.

In addition to going to the grave and burning newspapers-to fool ghosts, there are also gods.

Some people are reluctant to burn gold foil paper when offering sacrifices to the gods, so they use yellow paper to paste copper foil to fool.

Or even the copper foil is reluctant to paste it, and directly burns the yellow paper, draws a square on it, and regards it as having pasted the gold foil.Although a decent god doesn't care about money, his soldiers and horsemen may drag you into the blacklist from now on.

Next time you ask God for something, no one will send you a message when you burn the gold leaf.

The two chatted along the way, and the nanny's car was speeding through the mountains and forests, and soon came to the very remote road that Qiong Ren had seen last time.

This road is unremarkable, but there is a white mist floating everywhere, which makes people feel sad at first sight.

Like a tour guide, Secretary Jin introduced with all his heart: "This is Huangquan Road. I heard that there used to be yellow mud all over the place. When the soul walks here, it is like stepping into a swamp. If there is no evil soul-locking chain, it will not be able to walk a step. Now for To increase the efficiency of road traffic, it has been built into an asphalt expressway."

What kind of practice is this asphalt road in the underworld...

He rua a bunny.On a whim, could it be that the asphalt road became fine, and then its soul was pulled out and paved.Since plush rabbits can become sperm, theoretically speaking, asphalt roads can also be used.

Forget it, this method feels very cruel, too disrespectful of the right of way.

Qiong Ren's signing will be arranged next to the Hanging Small Hell in the Black Rope Hell.

The Great Hell of the Black Rope is located at the bottom of the sea. Because it is roasted day and night by the karma of hell, the climate is hot, and the upside-down seawater evaporates a salty mist.

After the car drove into Hell, Secretary Jin closed the curtains, but Qiong Ren didn't see anything. In fact, he really wanted to see what the legendary Hell looked like.

After getting off the car, he entered the venue of the autograph session through the well-shielded corridor. When Qiong Ren saw the neatly arranged albums behind the table, his heart was finally relieved.

"Secretary Jin, who bought my album?"

"A person who doesn't want to be named." Secretary Jin's expression cracked when he saw King Yan Mo sending the album and accessories.

"Oh." Qiong Ren wasn't too disappointed, he must be his diehard fan anyway.

I love his songs so much that I bought so many albums.Maybe it's the kind of touching plot where a song changes the whole life of fans.

Secretary Jin: "Let me order Jiang Ruxiang, so that you won't see the real ghost."

Qiong Ren said slowly, "Ah..."

Secretary Jin: "Scared?" He stepped back immediately.

Qiong Ren grabbed his sleeve, "No, I just realized that I don't seem so scared today."

He looked at the bunny in his arms, probably because he was holding it. After all, the only variable between being afraid and not being afraid is the plush rabbit.He held up the rabbit and looked at it and said, "I've been very worried about passing out at the autograph meeting for the past few days."

When Qiong Ren laughed, his eyes were bent into crescent moons, and his thick and curly eyelashes were slightly covered, "Thank God."

His smile was especially contagious, and Secretary Kim couldn't help but smile too.

"It's time." Secretary Jin looked at his watch and took out the walkie-talkie from somewhere, "Let's get started."

The curtain in front of Qiong Ren slowly opened.A group of ghosts rushed in, probably remembering that he was afraid of ghosts, and all retreated like an ebb tide.

Although Yangjian already has more than 100 million fans on Weibo, it is far less realistic than the hundreds of ghosts in front of him.

Seeing everyone floating backwards without touching the ground, Qiong Ren stood up abruptly and shouted anxiously: "I'm not afraid of ghosts now, don't let me go!"

"puff--"

Laughter rang out one after another.

"Cubs are so cute!"

"The real person is too good-looking, and the photos are already so good-looking. I didn't expect that the real person is not photogenic. The king of beauty is so terrifying."

"I have already prepared the dowry and the names of our children."

"Wake up, you are dead, you can't give birth."

"I can't give birth even if I'm alive! Does he have that structure?"

The lottery system is adopted for this signing, and 500 people will be drawn from among Qiong Ren's one billion fans. The tickets are free, and you only need to prepare to buy the album's 58 yuan Yan Ming coins, and you can scan the QR code to buy.

In addition to the fans who were qualified to enter, there were also many jailers from the third hall wandering outside the Little Hell of Hanging Upside down, which was called overtime patrolling.

Qiong Ren saw that there were so many fans beyond the red line drawn by the venue, and suddenly realized that he was superficial, in fact, he had a lot of fans in the underworld!

Qiong Ren asked in a low voice: "Does my live fans in the underworld add up to five figures?"

Secretary Jin thought silently.Living fans, I mean living fans.

Except for a few monsters who work in the underworld, only the residents of Wushi City are considered alive.Those who die accidentally and have not yet reached the end of their lifespan will enter the city of vain death under the jurisdiction of King Biancheng of the sixth hall.

There is no difference between this place and Yangshi. You have to be a social animal 996 to save a mortgage.

The paper money given to them by Yang Shishao cannot be used in the city of vain death, and will be kept by the treasury officials. When these people's lifespan is exhausted, they will go to the underworld for trial according to normal procedures, and all the money will be returned to them.

Qiong Ren is so popular, there must be far more than [-] fans in Wushi City.

Secretary Jin nodded: "Yes."

Qiong Ren: "Oh..."

It means that there is nothing, it seems that he is inflated.Qiong Ren immediately ignited a new fighting spirit, set a small goal first, and try to get [-] fans in the underworld.

Qiong Ren: "Hello. What do you want to sign on the album?"

He smiled and looked at the fans, and the gifts from the fans behind him piled up into a hill.I heard from Secretary Jin that most of them are local specialties.

These include, but are not limited to, the spider silk gloves that have been cut in the Blood Pool Hell for so many years (can cure frostbite), the black soil that burned sinners in the Scorching Great Hell (planting roses has miraculous effects), and the hanging rope that hangs upside down in the Little Hell (take it for a walk) Dogs are a must).A delicate rose covered in a transparent cover (watered by the water of Wangchuan, which can improve forgetfulness).

He has signed more than 300 papers, his hands are slightly sore, but his mood is still high.His underworld fans are all ghosts, and they speak nicely. It is really a pleasure to meet and chat with fans.

"Please help me sign Happy Death Day for Xiaorong, with a beautiful face."

After Qiong Ren signed it and pushed it over, the fan in front of him was dressed in an underworld style.

Wearing a tall hat, holding a mourning stick, a white dress, and a long-tongued mask on her face, she can tell at a glance that she is dressing up as Bai Wuchang.

Holding the paper bag with both hands, she handed it to Qiong Ren, and said shyly, "This is a wreath made by my friend, can you wear it and take a photo with me?"

"No problem." Qiong Ren took out a wreath and put it on his head, raised his head and asked, "Is this okay?"

She gasped, and covered her half-meter-long tongue with her hands.

Out of a noble sentiment of sharing beauty, "Bai Wuchang" moved three steps aside, exposing the wreath Qiongren in front of all fans.

The scene was silent for a while.

"My wife is so beautiful!" Bai Wuchang's fans let out a broken voice like sobbing. "You are the male god born of Aphrodite and Apollo."

Qiong Ren: "..." Be sober, fans, can't you tell the difference between the yellow race and the white race?

The shutters in the waiting area rang together, and the clicks and clicks were intertwined.

"Take a group photo~"

Hearing her voice, Qiong Ren trembled badly. If he hadn't hugged the stuffed rabbit, he probably would have brought a tilde throughout his speech today.

The fan handed him his phone.When taking selfies, let the person with long hands hold the phone, so that the face in the lens will be smaller.

Qiong Ren got up and leaned towards her, hesitantly: "Um... do you want to take off the mask?"

Fans worried about scaring him and cared about his appearance, but he didn't care.He belongs to the fundamentalist type of fear of ghosts, and what he fears is the ghost itself, which has nothing to do with the size of his ability or the degree of terror in appearance.

"Bai Wuchang" said in a low voice: "My truth is not quite..."

He guessed right.

But dear fans and friends, isn’t the super realistic mask with white face and long tongue not scary?

Qiong Ren patted his chest and promised: "No matter what you look like, you can't scare me."

"Bai Wuchang" hesitated for a moment, and the thought of taking a photo with Qiong Ren prevailed.She took off her mask and her high hat, and she looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, with an ax stuck in her forehead, her skull was split in two, and her face was stained with blood.

"It's not scary at all..." Qiong Ren tilted his head with a smile.

"Bai Wuchang" was so cute that he was delirious: "You hold my ax and shoot it, it's more commemorative."

What kind of weird request is this... But Qiongren couldn't bear to refuse the child who died young, so he stretched out his hand and gently shook it.

boo.

A soft sound.

"Bai Wuchang" suddenly felt that his head became lighter.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Qiong Ren caught the small ax that fell: "..."

His face was full of shock, even an ax could touch porcelain these days!

"Bai Wuchang" reached out and touched the round head, the ax was gone, the crack on the skull was gone, and she took a photo with the camera, and there was no blood!

With a sound of "嗤", she floated away with a "咻", and left a sentence: "Wait for me for a minute!"

The fans in the waiting area were dumbfounded.Most of the ghosts kept their appearance when they died. I didn't expect that besides asking Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to show kindness, there is such a quick channel for plastic surgery.

Qiong Ren looked at Secretary Jin blankly: "I pulled out her axe, will it..."

Before she finished speaking, the girl ran back again. I don't know how long she went in and out. She came back with a bundle of red flannel from somewhere, and shook the pole in front of Qiong Ren.

It turned out that it was a pennant, and it was written in golden letters:

"A male Bodhisattva who draws an ax with one hand, and a live Avalokitesvara."