Summoning Infinite Movie

It wasn't until a rooster crow broke the dead silence that everyone realized that the dense fog had dispersed and the sky was dawning.

The team of Yin soldiers who were still standing in the forest just now disappeared without a trace, and the few people who were smeared with black dog blood disappeared.

"Are they taken away by zombies?" Twist Braid trembled in fright, "How could this be..."

"Master Dao, what is going on?" The middle-aged man was the first to react and asked the elder, "Are you cheating us?!"

The Taoist priest's face was livid, and it took him a long time to spit out a few words: "I fell into the trap of the zombie."

"You seem to know this zombie." Jiang Jibei said.

Hearing his voice, the Taoist turned his face, and his gaze fell on Jiang Jibei's face: "I do know it. It was my master who suppressed it 15 years ago. Now, I'm trying to find a way to seal it again."

Jiang Jibei snorted and stared at the Taoist priest with great interest, waiting for him to continue.

"Fortunately... you are all fine." The Taoist put the mahogany sword back into the scabbard, and glanced at Jiang Jibei's abdomen vaguely, "It's a long story, let's find a place to sit down and talk about it." Bar."

The middle-aged man and the braid seemed a little hesitant.After seeing the person painted with black dog blood being taken away by the Yin soldiers, they didn't know whether they should continue to trust the Taoist priest.

"It's okay, let's go together." Jiang Jibei raised his jaw and glanced at the other sword behind the Taoist priest.

The Taoist brought them back to the dilapidated house where Jiang Jibei woke up. They seemed to be very familiar with this place.

When passing by the yard, Jiang Jibei noticed that the coffin and female corpse that had been placed in the yard had all disappeared.

Someone hid them.

He turned his gaze back calmly, pretending to be here for the first time.

After entering the main house, everyone tidied up a little and sat on the floor.

The Taoist priest took out the dry food and water from his cloth pocket and divided them among everyone: "Sit down first, I'll find some thatch and firewood."

Jiang Jibei broke off a piece of cake and held it in his hand, silently looking at the surrounding environment.

The house has three floors, and it is a typical Western architectural style of the Republic of China. From the tall columns and the back-shaped corridors on the second and third floors, you can vaguely see the glorious style of the past, which is not affordable for ordinary people.

It's a pity that it is now a dirty and dilapidated ruin. The glass on the large carved window has long since disappeared, and the panes are covered with unknown plants.

Rotten planks and broken bricks were piled in the corners with a thick layer of dust, and the crumbling furniture had been bitten to pieces by rats.

As soon as the Taoist priest left, the middle-aged man was the first to scold: "What a bad luck! I'm here to participate in some shit film festival, how could I encounter such a thing?!"

Hearing his words, Jiang Jibei looked away: "This is the first film of the film festival."

"What did you say?" The middle-aged man turned his head to look at him in astonishment, "Are we in a movie now?"

It seems that they haven't woken up the system yet——Jiang Jibei's eyes turned around the faces of the three people, and then moved away as if nothing had happened: "This is a Hong Kong zombie movie called "Live Married Ghost."

"What does it mean to marry a ghost?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Literally, when a living person marries a dead person, it can be understood as a dark marriage." Jiang Jibei replied.

"That, that, don't you..." Little stuttered, thinking of the words left by the zombie before he left, he opened his mouth with a sympathetic expression.

"The people who died just now, are they really dead?" Twisted Braid held the cake in his hand, and looked at Jiang Jibei with hopeful eyes, "Or, after the movie is over, they can be resurrected?"

"I don't know." The system didn't tell him the answer. Jiang Jibei was silent for a moment before speaking, "I'm afraid this is not just virtual reality. I think they are probably really dead."

After listening to him, everyone had different expressions, and the atmosphere became more serious.

After being frightened for a whole night, and still decapitated at any moment, Twist Pigtail couldn't help but her eyes were red, and she cried in despair: "I don't want to die here..."

Xiao stammered and patted her on the shoulder reassuringly.

"What's the use of crying, let's think about how to survive first." The middle-aged man looked at Jiang Jibei, "I'm in a small business, and you won't remember my ID number, just call me grandson. I'm not very Watching a movie, I don’t know why I was invited, what a pity.”

"I work in movies." Jiang Jibei said, "My name is Chen Ji, you can also call me Chen 2333."

"So you're a filmmaker! No wonder you know it so well!" Old Sun patted him on the shoulder happily, "The rest is up to you, brother!"

Twisted pigtails wiped away tears, choked up and said: "I, my name is Zhao sh**e3721, an ordinary office worker, I don't usually go to the cinema, and usually watch dramas at home."

In the end it was the little stutterer's turn, but he "me, me, me" for a long time without saying anything, the old grandson interrupted him: "You can be called little stutterer."

Xiao stammered and blushed: "Okay, okay, I, I am a student of learning, a fan of movies and TV."

"What should we do?" Braid asked with tears in his eyes, "Chen Ji, do you really want to marry that zombie?"

Her words reminded everyone, Xiao stammered and looked at Jiang Jibei worriedly, and Lao Sun asked directly: "Yes, aren't you a man?"

"The organizer didn't give any hints, and I haven't figured it out yet." Jiang Jibei put down the untouched cake and asked casually, "By the way, do you have any clues? We are on the same rope now. grasshoppers, if information can be shared, the chances of survival are greater.”

Twisted Braid said everything he knew: "I woke up in a room, and there was a newspaper on the table, and the time on it was the fifth year of the Republic of China."

About the same time as I guessed.Jiang Jibei continued to guide: "Is there any information in the newspaper?"

Twisted Braid tried hard to recall: "I only remember the headline on the front page, which said...a man named Commander Xia died of a strange disease, Cannes changed hands, and Commander Xia's own brother took over as the warlord."

"Coincidentally, after I woke up, I also found a newspaper." Lao Sun patted his thigh, "The newspaper was published in the seventh year of the Republic of China. The headlines said that the family of the newly appointed warlord leader in Cannes was wiped out overnight. They The house I lived in became a haunted house."

"It seems that Cannes is where we are now, an elevated virtual city." Jiang Jibei connected the two news. It has not been two years since Cannes changed hands, and all the people died.

"When I, I, I woke up, there was, there was a radio next to me." Xiao stammered, "It said inside, it is the 22nd year of the Republic of China."

"Based on the radio, it is now 1933." Old Sun frowned. "What happened more than ten years ago has anything to do with the present?"

"My clues are not the same as yours." Jiang Jibei deliberately hid the key information, and only picked out less important things and said, "When I woke up, there was a female corpse next to me. The bloody hole pierced by a sharp weapon, I guess it's a sword wound."

After speaking, something flashed in his mind suddenly.

The neck was gnawed, and the chest was pierced by a sharp weapon... That faceless man also has the same characteristics!

Could it be that the faceless man and the female corpse were killed by the same person?

By the way, there are also ancestral halls and memorial tablets.

He vaguely remembered that the surname written on the tablet in the ancestral hall seemed to be the word "Xia". Could this be the haunted house of the Xia family?

There are more than one strange places, and the tablet is also very clean, as if it has just been wiped.

Could it have been wiped by a Taoist priest?

He only needs to subdue the zombies, why does he have to wipe the tablet of the zombie young master's house?

Could it be that he has something to do with the Xia family?

Thinking of this, Jiang Jibei lowered his eyes, but suddenly found a cloud-like dark red spot on his left wrist.

He pulled his sleeves calmly to cover the scars, put his hands on his stomach, pretending to be casual and said: "Be careful with that Taoist priest, he may not be completely trustworthy."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and everyone fell silent.

The Taoist opened the door and walked in with a pile of thatch and firewood.

He put down the firewood, sat down beside him, took out the flint, lit the firewood, and opened up the chatterbox: "My name is Yan Jian, you can call me Daoist Yan. That zombie is called Xia Jingmo, who was the eldest son of a warlord's family when he was alive." Master."

Warlord, young master?

The four exchanged glances tacitly.

Daoist Yan went on to say: "15 years ago, the young master of the Xia family was seriously ill, and the family bought a concubine to cheer him up. Unexpectedly, the young master died of illness before the concubine got married."

"Ah? Dead? And then?" Old Sun asked.

"Then the Xia family forced the concubine to have a ghost marriage with the young master, and asked her to be buried with her."

Twist Braid hissed: "A bad habit thousands of years ago."

Daoist Yan went on to say: "That concubine is also a violent person. She killed all fourteen members of Xia's family and ran away."

This time it was Lao Sun's turn to hiss: "Arranged marriages are not acceptable."

"The young master died young, and the whole family was killed because of him. His body absorbed the grievances in a radius of ten miles, and turned into a boneless bone—that is, a very powerful zombie." Yan Daochang sighed, "Later I Master passed by here and sealed it. It’s just that the spell has a time limit, and after 15 years, the zombie will surely see the light of day again and cause disaster to the world.”

Jiang Jibei thought of the old yellow talisman paper that was pasted on the forehead of the zombie master when he first saw him in the ancestral hall.

At that time, it was precisely because Wang 0999 touched the piece of talisman paper that the zombie suddenly moved. Daoist Yan should not have lied about this.

"Why does the zombie master still say he wants to marry Chen Ji?" The old grandson pointed at Jiang Jibei, "He's a man."

"Your name is Chen Ji?" Daoist Yan frowned and looked at Jiang Jibei with a strange expression, "Because Chen Ji looks exactly like that concubine."

Everyone was shocked.

"How do you know?" Jiang Jibei raised his head and looked at Taoist Yan calmly.

Although what they present in the movie is not their real appearance, they are also seventy-eight percent similar to the deity.

Jiang Jibei already knew in his heart that the setting of "exactly the same" should be related to the script he got.

So, what is the identity of the role he got?

Is it the reincarnation of "Little Concubine", or the descendant of "Little Concubine"?

Taoist Yan said: "I am from Cangcheng. I grew up in Cangcheng. I have seen them before, so I felt very familiar when I saw Chen Ji. Later, I was accepted by my master by chance. Disciple, only followed the master to leave the hometown."

He paused, then continued: "Three days later it will be the 15-year deadline. I revisited Master's old place a month ago, just to come back and re-seal it in advance. I just didn't expect the young master's skill to only increase but not decrease. We failed... ...Master, an old man, died suddenly on the spot in order to save me."

After all, Daoist Yan showed a painful expression.

Little stutterer and braid comforted: "My condolences."

"What will happen if you don't seal it?" Lao Sun only cared about what he cared about.

"It will become a flying Yaksha*." Hearing Lao Sun's question, Daoist Yan's expression became serious, "No one can stop him by then, and we will all die."

"Then what should we do?" Old Sun immediately yelled, "I don't want to die in this ghostly place!"

"It's ashamed to say that my master and his old man are all masters, and I only learned a little superficial. I can't subdue this zombie alone." Yan Daochang sighed remorsefully, and looked at them earnestly, "I need your help."

Hearing that even the Taoist could do nothing, the twisted braids' eye circles turned red again: "But we don't know anything, what can we do for you?"

Before Daoist Yan could speak, Jiang Jibei who was on the side suddenly said, "Then send me to marry it in the dark, as bait, anyway, it also said that it would come to marry me."

"What did you say?!" Daochang Yan suddenly looked up at him.

"According to what you said, the concubine killed the young master's whole family, and the young master must seek revenge from the concubine." Jiang Jibei smiled, "I look exactly the same as the concubine. I will be the bait, and it is the best for you to take the opportunity to sneak attack." Method."

"No!" Yan Daochang refused, "This is too risky! You must stay away from that zombie!"

"If you have a better way, you don't have to come to us for help." Jiang Jibei said.

Daoist Yan was choked by him, his face turned red and then pale.

For some reason, he seemed to be very sensitive to Jiang Jibei's marriage to a zombie.

Suddenly, the little stutterer who had been silent all this time pointed to the wall and yelled, "Wall, wall, wall! Look!"

Everyone turned their heads one after another, and a line of shocking blood-red characters appeared on the gray wall beside them at some point.

These hideous handwriting seemed to seep directly from the wall, and fresh blood slowly trickled down the wall.

"Three days later, at the hour of Hai, in the woods on the outskirts of the city, marry the deceased."*

Twisted Braid was terrified by this line of blood, trembling: "What is this?"

"This is Master Zombie's warning to us." Daoist Yan stood up, his eyes fixed on the words on the wall, "He asked us to send the bride to the suburban woods in three days' time at Haishi."

"But how do men get married?" Old Sun was speechless.

Through the sleeve, Jiang Jibei touched the scar on his left wrist, and a meaningful smile floated in a pair of gentle and quiet eyes: "If you can marry, why can't you marry?"