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

Secretary Jin picked up the manager who was still unconscious and put him in the back of the nanny's car.

"His physical condition is stable, you don't have to worry. You are entering the underworld through formal procedures, and there will be no harm to your body. The final payment will arrive tomorrow, please pay attention to check the account. If you have any questions, please contact me immediately. Any questions It will be all right."

Secretary Jin explained sentence by sentence, always keeping away from Qiongren when he spoke, and being so considerate that he felt a little guilty.

Knowing that he was terribly afraid of ghosts, the ghost soldiers from the third hall did not follow. They stood at the door of the brightly lit restaurant and watched him from a distance.

The lights blurred the silhouettes of the crowd in the dark, and their faces could not be seen clearly at this distance.He was still afraid in his heart, and felt strongly moved and reluctant, making a mess of porridge in his heart.

The night wind swirled lightly beside him, blowing the light fragrance of rue from the carriage.

This is the underworld, but the wind is no different from the world.

"The evil spirit has escaped and is ready to be captured."

The cold male voice suddenly resounded in all directions, interrupting Qiong Ren's mood.

"This is Yanmo Luoja's voice," Emperor Song frowned, "Secretary Jin."

Secretary Jin took out his mobile phone, looked at the screen and reported the situation: "There is an escaped ghost from Zhonghe Hell. The escaped ghost was a big scumbag in his lifetime, and he was fired from the company after his wife reported him for bigamy. He has a deep resentment towards his ex-wife, and repeatedly stated that he wanted to take revenge on his ex-wife when he was serving his sentence. Ah."

Emperor Song: "?"

Secretary Jin: "His ex-wife works in our third hall, and she also came to see Qiong Ren's performance today. If he knew this, he would probably come here."

Scumbag.

I want to get revenge on my ex-wife.

Qiong Ren's DNA moved, and his fist itched a little.

Emperor Song calmly ordered: "Arrange the jailer to guard the four directions, he is likely to detour from the Great Ice Hell."

Qiong Ren caught a glimpse of a vague figure rushing towards him in the darkness, and his fists were itching more and more, which was a clear omen.

Qiong Ren pointed in the direction of the person: "Is it him?"

He had good ears, and when he heard the man muttering that his ex-wife was sorry for him, he became more and more sure that this was that scumbag.

The figure came unexpectedly fast, Emperor Song and Secretary Jin had just turned their heads away when the man had already run up to the restaurant.

Without even thinking about it, Qiong Ren caught up with him in a few steps, turned his waist and lifted his leg, kicked out his calf quickly, the back of his foot was as tight as a crescent moon, and kicked out a sharp arc, piercing the night of the underworld.

Only a muffled sound was heard.

The back of his foot slapped the scumbag's neck heavily, and kicked the scumbag's body out. After hitting the ground, the remaining strength was still there, and he rolled two times before stopping.

When the back of his foot kicked the ghost, Song Diwang clearly saw a scattered golden light burst out from the contact place.

Emperor Song's eyes widened: "That seems to be..."

Before he could say anything, he suddenly remembered his responsibility, and quickly ordered the jailers to go up and tie up the ghost.

Then he looked at Qiong Ren and said excitedly: "You still have this kind of hidden skill! But aren't you afraid of ghosts? How dare you kick him?"

"Don't remind him!" Secretary Jin wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

Emperor Song was at a loss: "Ah?"

Only then did Qiong Ren realize that he had kicked the ghost just now.He only felt the coolness crawling all the way to the Tianling Gai along the back of his feet, and his face instantly turned white.

He moved his throat with difficulty, and looked at Secretary Jin earnestly, "It seems that I will trouble you to carry me to the car, thank you."

Before he finished speaking, Qiong Ren fell straight down.

But he didn't fall to the ground.

The red-haired and red-eyed Hades caught him.

"Yanmo Luoja." Song Emperor called Yama's name with a guilty conscience.

Yan Wang glanced at him indifferently, and handed the light human being in his arms to Secretary Jin.

"Put the sinner back to Zhonghe Hell, and punish him for ten thousand years."

Thinking of the days when he was repeatedly trampled into mud by iron elephants in Zhonghe Hell, the scumbag trembled all over his body.

"In ancient times, men could have three wives and four concubines. I just found seven wives at the same time. Why should I be punished so severely? The sentence of the underworld is unfair!"

Yan Wang's eyes drifted down indifferently.

The moment the scumbag saw Yan Wang's red pupils, his courage to resist and escape completely disappeared, and he tried to curl himself up into a ball.

He must have been kicked out of his mind by that kick just now, otherwise how dare he argue with Hades.

Yan Wang's cold voice sounded.

"The ancients had three wives and four concubines, and they would also be punished in the Hell of Congregation."

"However, the judge who sentenced you was indeed not rigorous enough."

The scumbag's body stopped shaking.

The King of Hades went on to say: "For your crimes, you will not only be punished in the Zhonghe Hell, but also called the Great Hell."

"Emperor Song. Let the jailers send him to the Great Hell, and then let him serve his sentence in two hells until the term expires."

Emperor Song: "Yes."

The words of Hades are the laws of the underworld, and when he speaks, the judgment takes effect.The scumbag feels that 1 years have been added to the sentence engraved in his soul, and a sign calling for the Great Hell is added next to the icon representing Zhonghe Hell on his wrist.

He huddled on the ground and whimpered, and was shackled by the jailer.

Yan Wang glanced at Secretary Jin, only to see a small curly hair and a hand hanging down.

He rubbed his fingertips unconsciously.

Yama's eyes stopped for a moment on the soft and fluffy curly hair.

"Is this the idol?"

After catching him just now, he handed it to Secretary Jin without seeing his face.Although Qiong Ren is a popular idol in the underworld, Yan Wang has no interest in him.

Emperor Song: "Yes..."

Yan Wang glanced at Qiong Ren's curly hair again, put his hands behind his back, and explained in a slow voice:

"The ghost escaped today, and there was a collision. You must remember to give him spiritual compensation. The compensation amount cannot exceed the performance fee."

Emperor Song: "Yes!"

He couldn't help being moved, Yanmaluoja was like a cold working machine most of the time, but in fact he was very gentle in his heart.

Emperor Song was thinking this, when he heard King Yan say: "Forget it, I can't sleep anyway, I'll take him to torture.

"Ah. It's been a long time since I did it myself."

Yan Wang moved his shoulders, and the joints made a slight "click".

Hearing the sound, the scumbag fainted and almost created a miracle of the ghost's death.

Emperor Song: "Uh... isn't it inappropriate for you to carry out the execution yourself?"

Yan Wang lowered his eyes, a little sleepy: "Working at a desk for a long time is not good for the lumbar and cervical spine, so you should move around."

Emperor Song carefully glanced at his face, and saw two huge dark circles hanging on Yan Wang's fair face.

He suddenly worried about Hades: "Are you still insomnia?" How long has this been going on.

Although Hades is a god, not a programmer, he will not lose his hair if he works a lot, sleeps less, and is stressed.But he is the lord of the underworld, if there is a problem with his divine body, all aspects of the underworld will be affected.

Emperor Song still remembers that thousands of years ago, Yanmaluoja had a nightmare one night, and Santuchuan boiled directly.Since then, Yanma Raja has always been extremely restrained, and has always maintained a calm and steady appearance.

"It's no wonder that the flowers on the other side of the Wangchuan River are so bald that you can't sleep anymore. Otherwise, why don't you go to Yangjian for a consultation with a psychiatrist?"

Yan Wang's quiet eyes flickered.

Qiong Ren didn't wake up until noon.

The manager was sent back to the dormitory together with him, so he just stayed there and didn't leave. Seeing that Qiong Ren woke up, he cooked him a bowl of milk and oatmeal, hesitant to speak.

Qiong Ren put the oatmeal bowl in the water basin to cool down, and sat opposite the manager.

"Say something."

Agent: "Have you promised to sign the sale?"

Qiong Ren: "Yes."

The manager shuddered, obviously there was no one else, but he couldn't help lowering his voice: "But they are ghosts!"

Qiong Ren: "They are precious living fans."

Agent: "Live? Which one is alive?"

Qiong Ren: "Short for active ghost fans."

Qiong Ren confided in his heart: "Compared to repaying 580 million in three months, or you will no longer be an idol, doesn't it sound more cordial to go to the underworld to sign a contract?"

The manager silently took out a screenshot of "The Old Corpse in the Mountain Village".Does he not know Qiong Ren yet?I don't even dare to watch "A Chinese Ghost Story", and I want to go to the underworld to sign for sale...

That's the underworld, isn't he afraid of never going back?

Qiong Ren turned his head away, trembling stubbornly: "You can't stop me, I've already promised him."

He raised his hand to cover his face, for fear of seeing something he shouldn't see out of the corner of his eye, "I'm going to solve the problem of being afraid of ghosts. Don't people in the company often go to see a psychiatrist? Can you help me ask which doctor is good at treating phobias?" .”

The agent was helpless: "Okay, I'll ask you."

dong dong.

Someone knocked on the door.

Qiong Ren glanced at the cat's eyes, only opened a crack in the door, frowned and said, "What are you doing here?"

The person who came was Fu Jiaze, the current top leader, and he squeezed in through the crack of the door with a smile on his face.

After Fu Jiaze entered, a good-looking young boy suddenly appeared in the corridor. He looked like he had just grown up, with shoulder-to-shoulder black hair.

He stood quietly in the corridor, smiling maliciously at Qiong Ren.

The dark corridor, the sudden appearance of the boy, and the sinister smile make up the scene of a classic horror movie.

It's a pity that it has no effect on Qiong Ren.

He is only afraid of ghosts, this one is obviously human.

If it's human, then it's fine.

He can beat ten of such skinny chicks with one hand.

He closed the door, and Fu Jiaze had already greeted his manager.

Manager: "I heard that there is a huge shortage of trainees in Xingdong. Even the Taoist priests who passed by were pulled to fill in the head, and they were signed by our company."

Fu Jiaze nodded, and said indifferently: "Yes. Fans are tired of watching singing and dancing all the time. Qing Heng is a Taoist priest. It's better than being fresh."

He saw a plush rabbit on the chair, and was a little curious: "Since when did you like this kind of thing? Tell me earlier, my fans have given me a lot, and I can't handle it."

Qiong Ren brought the stuffed rabbit over, put it beside him, and said lightly, "No need."

He looked indifferent, Fu Jiaze didn't care, and said with a smile:

"I just bought a villa in Shengshi Courtyard, which is being renovated. When it's finished, you can move in and live with me. It's close to the company, and it's convenient for you to go to the practice room."

Qiong Ren: "If there is no business, I will go to practice."

"Yes!" Fu Jiaze said, "There is business to do!"

He nodded towards his agent, "I've heard about the company's impropriety.

"I have a travel variety show here called "Let's Go, Friends". Guests are required to bring a friend to form a two-person team. It is expected to record eight episodes. They have already revealed to me that the person I bring can get at least 200 million .

"I can show my face and get money, and I can also travel at public expense. How about it, are you interested?"

Qiong Ren: "No."

Fu Jiaze: "I knew you were going to say no, Brother Yang, you persuade Qiong Ren."

The agent thought to himself, is there any need to persuade?

Going to a travel variety show with Fu Jiaze is many times better than going to the underworld to hold a book signing.

But Qiong Ren never accepted Fu Jiaze's kindness, and he definitely won't accept it this time.

Before the manager smoothed things over, Qiong Ren suddenly said, "Fu Jiaze, you want to help me, right?"

"Of course, what I care about most is you."

After Fu Jiaze finished speaking softly, his cheeks suddenly turned red, like an innocent boy who was shy to accidentally reveal his sincerity.

Qiong Ren narrowed his eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became colder:

"Since you care about me so much, why don't you lend me 580 million yuan to pay the training fee, and I will pay you back when I make money. Let's write an IOU and pay you the interest rate of the mortgage."

Fu Jiaze was a little surprised, Qiong Ren had been very cold towards him in the past few years, and this was the first time he had raised money with him.

But he was already prepared.His thumb slowly twirled around the frame of the phone lens, showing a particularly embarrassed look.

"I just bought a villa, and the decoration is very expensive, and money is very tight. How about this, when the next contract payment comes in, I'll help you pay it back to the company, okay? You and I don't have to mention any IOUs, interest rates, as long as you want , all my money is yours."

Qiong Ren ate the cold milk cereal in two or three bites, wiped his mouth, and looked up at Fu Jiaze: "Is there anything else?"

Fu Jiaze understood, this meant to tell him to get lost.

He got up calmly, without any embarrassment of being chased away, "Then I'll go first, and I'll come to see you another day. I'll find a way for money, don't worry."

The manager smiled awkwardly: "I will send you off?"

Fu Jiaze looked calm: "No, then I'm leaving. Goodbye Brother Yang, Qiong Ren..."

Qiong Ren was washing dishes in the kitchen and ignored him.

Fu Jiaze's smile fell slightly, as if an infatuated boy was ruthlessly hurt.

The manager sent the person away, frowned and said: "Fu Jiaze treats you so well, I think he really likes you, even if you don't like him, you shouldn't have this attitude."

Qiong Ren put the bowl on the bowl rack to dry, and shook his head helplessly. Lao Yang has been in the entertainment industry for so many years, but he is still so innocent.

"Old Yang, if you were Fu Jiaze, you knew that the company took the training fee card for you, what would you do?"

Just now, the manager was still thinking about Fu Jiaze's worthlessness. Hearing Qiong Ren's words, he thought for a moment and immediately realized the problem.

He suddenly realized: "That's right, if I were Fu Jiaze, even if I bought a villa, I could earn [-] million yuan a year. It's impossible that I can't afford a few million just because I bought a house. And if I were him, you don't even need to ask, I will take the initiative to mediate between you and the company.

"He said this as soon as he came in today, just because he was afraid that you would borrow money from him, and you knew what he meant, so you deliberately pissed him off, right?"

But he was still a little puzzled: "Then why don't you have a showdown with him?"

"Because there are some things I still can't figure out." Qiong Ren walked to the door and waved to the manager.

"The videophone at the door of our unit didn't respond. It looks like it's broken." Qiong Ren pressed the call button, and the screen of the videophone lit up. "Actually, I can unilaterally see the image at the door, and of course, I can also hear the sound.

"Don't blink, it's not every day that you have the opportunity to watch a top-notch free monkey show."

The author has something to say:

Qiong Ren: I can't afford a TV anyway, so I can only pass the time by watching my colleagues play monkey games.