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

The black shadow began to be thin and weak, obviously without eyes, but it still made Chen Ruize feel that it was staring at him eeriely.

He was sitting in an electric wheelchair, and everything in this room was barrier-free, implying that he in the dream was a person with reduced mobility.

When he realized that he was sitting on a wheel ride, Chen Ruize once thought about running away.The electric wheelchair might fly faster than he can run.But he couldn't actively control his body at all, no matter how hard he tried and how scared he was, he couldn't move a single finger.

Chen Ruize knew that looking at his shadow was very dangerous.He obviously didn't dare to look back, and he didn't want to look back, but a force was forcing him to look back.

He was so frightened in his dream that he was never so scared even in reality. Chen Ruize slowly turned his head and saw that the black shadow seemed to move forward a little bit.

The movement was so weak that Chen Ruize wondered in his dream whether the black shadow approaching him was a hallucination in his dream or something that really happened.

After waking up that morning, Chen Ruize felt extremely tired.

Although I was already tired during filming, being tired is not the same as being tired.

Since that day, he has had the same dream every night.

He would always turn his head little by little in extreme fear, while the shadow moved forward little by little.

After seven or eight days of having this dream, one can clearly feel that the black shadow has approached half a step or so.

Sometimes when he shoots big night scenes, he stays awake all night, thinking that he can avoid shadows in this way, but he also dreams about shadows when he sleeps during the day.

When Chen Ruize spoke, he obviously fell into fear again, and he kept wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

Qiong Ren brought the milk tea to his mouth: "Take a sip of hot tea to suppress the shock."

Chen Ruize hesitated a little, Qiong Ren stuffed the straw into his mouth: "You are already too thin compared to what the character needs, drink it."

The prototype of Chen Tao played by Chen Ruize is Emperor Song, how could Emperor Song become so skinny.

"Xiao Meng, Xiao Wang, what do you two think?"

Meng Qingxuan and Wang Boduan seldom solved the incidents in person, but after all, they had learned a lot from their teachers since they were young. They looked at each other, and Meng Qingxuan looked at Qiongren: "Mr. Qiong, can you speak directly?"

Qiong Ren nodded: "If you have anything to say directly, you don't need to hide it from Ruize."

Meng Qingxuan said: "Mr. Chen, it is inconvenient for you to take off your clothes, we want to see your back."

"Why do you want to look at my back?" Chen Ruize didn't doubt the person Qiong Ren brought, but just felt baffled, "Can Zhuang Gui see it from my back?"

Meng Qingxuan: "You didn't run into a ghost, you were killed by someone."

"Who will harm me?" Chen Ruize didn't quite believe it. "Although I also joked that I have a partner, I don't think people like Miao Zheyan will kill me."

Qiong Ren can understand Chen Ruize's mood, knowing that there are living people who want to kill him, and being haunted by ghosts for no reason, the former is much more terrifying and unacceptable.

He asked patiently: "Anyway, most ghost encounters have opportunities. Has anything special happened recently? For example, I went to a place with a tomb, bought an antique of unknown origin, a vase from the Ming and Qing Dynasties, or something special. Wearing other people's old costumes and things like that when filming."

Chen Ruize thought about it for a long time, then shook his head with an ugly expression.

He is busy filming every day, and he is thankful if he can sleep for half an hour more. He is not in the mood to play with antiques and vases from Ming and Qing Dynasties.There has been no production crew this month, and the costumes of the production crew are all newly made and remade from old ones.

Moreover, although Chen Ruize has many costumes, but not many styles, many sets of the same style are made, and different wear effects are made according to the progress of the script.

It is impossible to wear old costumes.

"Someone really wants to harm me?" Chen Ruize was trembling with breathing.

Qiong Ren's voice was calm and gentle, especially soothing: "Let Xiao Wang Xiaomeng show you the back first, they are all professionals, you have to trust the experts."

Chen Ruize didn't hesitate anymore, and took the initiative to lift up his clothes.

He was so thin that his ribs were protruding, and Qiong Ren felt uncomfortable looking at him, and he didn't know how much torture Chen Ruize had suffered during this time, so he didn't ask for leave, and he was still filming every day.

It's so dedicated.

Meng Qingxuan carefully pulled his clothes to the nape of his neck and said, "Teacher Qiong, come and see."

There was a faint blue shadow on Chen Ruize's back, especially like a not too serious bruise just hit.Seeing that the movement of the blue shadow was very regular, Qiong Ren stepped back to take a picture.

Meng Qingxuan put down Chen Ruize's clothes.

Chen Ruize was particularly anxious: "What's on my back?"

Qiong Ren showed him the photo. If it was up close, it might look like some bruises on his back, but when he took a photo from a distance, Qiong Ren also increased the contrast and color saturation, and it could be seen that his back was bruised. The blue shadow on the screen turned out to be a single word.

Chen Ruize thought that there were handwritings on his body inexplicably, and he shuddered several times. He grabbed Qiong Ren's wrist and shook uncontrollably: "What kind of word is this? It can't be a dead word..."

Qiong Ren had never seen this character before, and looked at the curvy fonts, like seal characters or oracle bone inscriptions.

"The top looks like two people surfing, and the bottom looks like a big water tank with the lid off." Qiong Ren looked more and more familiar, and frowned, "Is this a substitute for a substitute?"

Wang Boduan immediately took his mobile phone for a thousand degrees, and said in admiration: "It's just a substitute, Mr. Qiong, you are so smart."

Qiong Ren still frowned: "This substitute, does it mean to catch the substitute? Since you two know there will be marks on your back, don't you already know what kind of trick Ruize got?"

Wang Boduan said: "This is a kind of writing technique."

Word worship can be traced back to a very long history, such as burning tortoise shells and using cracked lines for divination. This is actually a primitive word worship.

Since Chinese characters are evolved from pictographs, many people believe that Chinese characters contain the principle of the unity of nature and man, and that they can predict bad luck through words, and a person's name will also affect his life's fortune.

Word art is also a kind of magic that uses words to communicate with the world to achieve one's own goals. Its core lies in the words used by the caster, and the effects that can be achieved are very extensive.

For example, if the caster writes the word "rich", what Chen Ruize sees may not be a black shadow, but a big red god of wealth who approaches him a little bit every day.

If the performer wrote the word "beauty", Chen Ruize might dream of a plastic surgeon.

Meng Qingxuan said: "It is very difficult to find materials for this kind of writing. What is used to carry the characters cannot be ordinary paper, but the silk clothes of the dead, and only the vest can be used. The owner of the silk clothes cannot be buried in the coffin. Less than ten years."

Modern people advocate cremation, and everything they wear has to be sent to be burned to ashes. Even if there are burials in some remote places, there are not many people buried in silk clothes.

What's more, the silk clothes have to be buried for ten years, and the vest must be intact, and it can't be too small. Too small letters are also small, which will affect the effect.

Meng Qingxuan went on to say: "The ink used for writing also has to be tricky. It needs to use old chicken bone incense, pine smoke from pine branches burned in the shade of old graves, and the left and right ring finger bones of people who were born in cloudy years and moons. A pair, all ground into powder, buried in a very vicious place and raised for three to five years before they can be used."

Meng Qingxuan looked foolish and unreliable, but after all, it was the aristocratic family, and they talked about these things in a clear and logical manner, which made Qiong Ren slightly change his opinion of him.

The more Chen Ruize listened, the colder his heart became: "Such a troublesome thing is just to harm me... Is there something wrong with him, wouldn't it be good to write some auspicious words for him?"

Qiong Ren: "The auspicious characters written by this kind of thing may not be very auspicious..."

Uncle Wang nodded: "Mr. Qiong is right. We know the basics of writing skills, but the specific methods have long been lost. What's more, this kind of magic is drinking poison to quench thirst. It will never end well if you use it. No serious Taoist monk can learn it." use."

For any spell, the stronger the effect, the wider the scope of the effect, and the greater the requirements for the caster.Being able to use words to harm people is probably not something that ordinary celestial masters and monsters can do.

It depends on the Leibu spells they want to learn from Qiong Ren, one effect and one spell, arranged clearly, even so, they still can't learn it.

Because the meaning of the word is extensive, it is difficult to say what "replacement" specifically refers to, but judging from Chen Ruize's situation, it must have the meaning of "replacement", "stand-in" and so on.

Chen Ruize's heart turned cold, and he asked anxiously, "Then what should I do?"

When he was dreaming last night, he suddenly found that the black shadow gave birth to facial features, and the invisible eyes showed their shape.Chen Ruize felt that if he didn't ask for help, it might be too late, so he called Qiong Ren.

Qiong Ren sighed softly: "Why didn't you tell me earlier that you insisted on being alone for so long."

Chen Ruize: "Your career has just started on the right track. I see that you have such a busy schedule every day, so I don't want to disturb you. Besides... Zhang Hao said every day that I was thinking too much, so I felt that maybe I was really thinking too much. Recently filming I'm so tired, and I have to go on a diet all the time to play Chen Tao, and I can't sleep well at night, it seems normal to be a little tired. I just..."

Qiong Ren was furious when he heard that Yan Wang was chased away by him, and he still knew how to fill his refrigerator with ingredients and bring him fresh milk.

What's going on with this Zhang Hao? No matter whether he sees a ghost or not, Chen Ruize is so skinny. He looks like he will die of exhaustion if he walks a few more steps. He doesn't know how to care about it.

The miller does not bring a donkey to use the mill like this.

Chen Ruize's assistant knocked on the door and probed: "Director Zhang asked me to ask if your place is alright?"

Chen Ruize nodded, "I have to go to film, do you want to follow along?"

"Peach Blossom Fan" has already captured the part where Song Yuncheng died of a serious illness and Chen Tao was so sad that he was overwhelmed. Chen Ruize didn't even need to put on makeup. He looked like he was about to die with his lover.

"Of course." Qiong Ren said, "I want to watch you."

Chen Ruize smiled gratefully.

Walking outside the door, Zhang Hao was actually there. Chen Ruize didn't raise his eyes when he saw him. Zhang Hao smiled awkwardly: "If you're really worried, we'll go to the temple to invite someone to do a ritual ceremony after work is over today."

Chen Ruize said coldly: "No need. Qiong Ren is here."

Zhang Hao raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Qiong Ren?"

Qiong Ren thought to himself what are you surprised about? There are two little Taoist priests who have entered the world to practice beside me. All kinds of Taoist sects called me to canvass for votes. The temple practiced things and I sang "The Curse of Rebirth". I will solve it for Chen Ruize. Isn't it normal to have questions like this?

Ah... From what Chen Ruize said, Zhang Hao probably didn't believe this, so he probably took all the metaphysics news about him as hype.

Chen Ruize is frighteningly thin now, and he didn't need Zhang Hao to give way, he just slid past him, Qiong Ren wanted to follow, but was held back by Zhang Hao.

Qiong Ren motioned for Meng Qingxuan and Wang Boduan to follow, then turned around and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Ozawa's mental problems are very serious recently. He always dreams that he is a patient who can't move. It may be that playing Chen Tao is too deep into the drama. Can you help me persuade him to see a doctor," Zhang Hao looked very distressed, " If you are sick, you have to be treated, and you can't hide your illness from the doctor. He can't sleep well every night, he is already so thin that he doesn't listen to me."

Qiong Rennahan said: "It's obvious that you don't listen to what he said. I know some people don't believe in ghosts in the world, it's okay, but you only need to have a serious chat with him and you will know that the person in his dream is sitting in an electric wheelchair. Chen Tao is from the 80s, he is very sad because of Song Yuncheng's death, but he is not paralyzed, he does not need a wheelchair, and where can Chen Tao buy the current wheelchair that can run on the road?"

Qiong Ren's tone was very aggressive, and Zhang Hao was taken aback for a moment, apparently hearing the details Qiong Ren said for the first time.

"Also, since you live together, didn't you notice the bruise on Ruize's back?"

Zhang Hao was stunned: "He had a few scenes where he got into disputes with others. The bruises were acquired at that time. It is inevitable for actors to have bumps and bumps. I applied medicinal wine to him."

Qiong Ren's fists were hard. Although Zhang Hao is a good director, he is too bad as a boyfriend.

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and showed Zhang Hao the photos he just took: "Can this kind of bruise be shot in filming?"

To say that Zhang Hao is worthy of being a great director, he is indeed more educated, and he can tell at a glance that this is a "substitute" for seal script.

"How could it be a substitute word..." Zhang Hao frowned.

Is it really a hell?

At this time, Zhang Qingwei called Qiongren, maybe he hadn't replied to WeChat, so he took the initiative to contact him.

Qiong Ren made a gesture to Zhang Hao to suspend the conversation.

"Dad, cough cough, Mr. Qiong, have you seen the picture of the earphones? You are not satisfied. This is because I pushed the big customer's list and chased it out for you."

In fact, Qiong Ren hadn't had time to look at it seriously, but he trusted Zhang Qingqing's ability very much, so he said: "You can't do anything wrong."

Zhang gently smiled on the other end of the phone.

Qiong Ren asked smoothly: "What big customer?

"I have estimated the balance of these five hundred. You can pay part of it first, and you can postpone the rest for a while. It's a pity to lose the big order."

He only needs to make sure that the Zhantu jailer uses his earphones first, and there is no rush for the rest.

Zhang Qingqing said: "It's the big customers of Wang Yaoqing and those celebrities that I ordered."

Qiong Ren gripped the phone tightly in an instant, his back tensed.

Zhang Qingqing said on the other end of the phone: "Think about it with your heart, if I find out that some customers and colleagues order your paper, I will definitely be very angry. I have repented now, it is really not good to infringe on other people's portrait rights, I pushed this business, and I don’t plan to do this kind of business in the future.”

Qiong Ren's voice tightened, and he chased the text: "Who is he dating you?"

Zhang Qingqing: "Meng Qingheng and Fu Jiaze said that the custom-made ones were moldy, and they are urgently needed now. Aren't they both legal coffees? Why is he still so obsessed with it?"