Summoning Infinite Movie

Zhizha people and Yin soldiers surrounded the door one after another, blocking Taoist Yan who was trying to rush in to destroy the dark marriage ceremony.

Unable to hold back any longer, Old Sun pulled out the mahogany sword from his bosom, and pierced through the paper pierced man next to him with one sword: "Master Dao, why did you come here?!"

"Stop them! If you can delay for a while!" Daoist Yan shouted to repel a few Yin soldiers with burning talisman paper.

Hearing his order, Twisted Braid and Xiao Jieba also quickly took out the glutinous rice and peach branches that had been hidden long ago, and fought with the evil spirits around them.

The whole scene was in chaos, but the maid in front of the Eight Immortals' Table was not disturbed by the chaos. She hoisted her voice and shouted in a weird playful tone——

"A bow—heaven and earth—"

Jiang Jibei and Master Zombie bowed to their spirit card and posthumous photo.

Jiang Jibei smiled and said, "I'm not married in the real world, so I really let you take advantage."

Master Zombie has no expression on his face.

"Second obeisance - Gao Tang -"

After bowing, Jiang Jibei joked again: "Hey, I'm married to you, can you protect me well? Why don't you turn your face and deny anyone after the movie is released?"

Master Zombie said nothing.

"Husband and wife—bye—"

During the last bow, Jiang Jibei suddenly sighed: "It would be great if the person I like can die and come back to life like you. Whether it is a human or a ghost, I will follow him for the rest of my life."

The zombie master still had no unnecessary reaction, bent down mechanically, bowed, and then raised his head to meet Jiang Jibei's gaze.

"A boring man." Jiang Jibei commented, "Elm head."

After the worship, it should be sent to the bridal chamber.

The servant girl standing by brought a plate with two wine glasses and a dagger on it.

The young master stretched out his hand first, and the black blood trickled down from the cracks in the finger bones, dripping down the fingertips into the cup.

"You are amazing." Jiang Jibei, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but praise, "You only have bones left, and you can still bleed?"

Master: "..."

All jokes aside, Jiang Jibei picked up the dagger, pierced his left palm without hesitation, clenched his fist, let the blood fall into the wine glass, and sighed at the same time: "Ah, I also have blood, horror movies really don't follow common sense. "

Daoist Yan, who was fighting, noticed this scene distractedly, and shouted: "Don't let them drink the wine! Don't let Chen Ji marry him!"

"Little Jieba, I'll cover you! Go and stop them!" Lao Sun pierced through three paper piercers with a sword, turned his head and yelled at Xiao Jieba.

"Okay!" Xiao Jieba struggled to break out of the siege, and was about to pounce on Jiang Jibei and Master Zombie, but saw the two of them pick up their wine glasses at the same time and drank them all in one gulp, "No——"

Boom!Boom, boom!

Suddenly there was a strange knocking sound outside the house.

"It's time!" The servant girl let out a high-pitched "hee hee hee" laugh, raised her voice, and screamed, "Send-into-cave-room-"

Send into the bridal chamber, send into the bridal chamber, send into the bridal chamber...

Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee -

Her laughter was so penetrating that it shook everyone's ears with sharp tinnitus after another.

Except for Jiang Jibei, the others screamed in pain while covering their ears with their hands, and blood kept gushing from their fingers.

"Ahhh!"

"My ears hurt!"

"Please stop laughing!"

Jiang Jibei was not much better, his vision gradually blurred, and a nauseating feeling of dizziness flooded his brain layer by layer.

He grabbed Master Zombie's wrist, turned his head to look at the Eight Immortals Table, and suddenly met the young man in the black and white posthumous photo!

In the next second, everyone's feet hung in the air and fell into darkness.

After a while, the light gradually brightened.

They returned to Cannes 15 years ago, and reviewed everything that happened that year from Xia Jingmo's perspective.

In the early years of the Republic of China, a new warlord came to Kangcheng.The leader of the warlord was named Xia, and he had an only son named Xia Jingmo.

The young master of the Xia family was tall and handsome, a progressive young man who had received new ideas in college, anyone who saw him liked him.

What's strange is that such a good young master runs around the theater all day long, spending a lot of money just to grab a ticket from those seats.

Not for anything else, just for that little actor in the theater.

The little actor's name is Song Yu, and he's a man.

He was born beautiful, his eyes were clear and full of waves, his gaze was full of charm, and his singing skills were even better. All the audience called him "Boss Song".

The actor grew up in Cannes. He is eccentric and knows which corners contain strange and weird things.

As soon as the young master finished school, he asked the driver to drive the car to the gate of the theatre, and picked up Song Yu who had finished singing to buy a bunch of candied haws, and together they went to see the strange things in the alleys.

People in Cannes with bad mouths are spreading rumors that the young master of the warlord has taken care of an opera singer.

Some people have seen it with their own eyes, when it snows on a winter night, the young master took off his cloak and wrapped the actor tightly in it, and the two talked and laughed.

It's not that the young master and the actor haven't heard those gossips, but they don't take them seriously at all.

The most extraordinary time, the young master smashed the theater.

That day was the Huangmei opera "Liang Zhu", and Song Yu on the stage sang: "You don't want to think about the hairpin skirt—"

Playing the role of Liang Shanbo, he sang: "I dare not look at Guanyin from now on."*

"Why don't you dare?" Xia Jingmo, who was listening to the play, suddenly knocked on the table with his gun, and said loudly, "I want to watch Guanyin."

Under the surprised eyes of everyone, he got up and walked down the stage, raised his head and opened his arms: "If Boss Song dares to jump off this stage today, I will dare to take you home."

There was an uproar downstairs.

The actor stopped, stared at the young master for two seconds, took off his gauze hat on the spot, lifted his skirt, and jumped off the stage without hesitation.

He fell firmly into the young master's arms, put his arms around his neck, and complained with a smile: "No theater will want me in the future."

"I want you." The young master picked him up and left the theater in full view.

The young master redeemed the actor and took him home.

The servants were gossiping behind their backs, some people said that they saw an actor serving the young master to study, and ended up in a mess, ruining the ink ingots that the young master spent thousands of gold to buy, but the young master still laughed happily.

Some people said that the actor was illiterate, even the opera scripts were read to him word by word by the little girl Bao, he was not worthy of the young master at all.

Some people also said that no one was allowed to enter the young master's study, but the actor sat at the young master's desk every day, and asked the young master to perform a gun dismantling for himself.

The young master built a theater for Song Yu, formed a troupe for him, and brought over the little girl who had been with Bao all along.

Everyone thought that the young master was crazy, because he was fascinated by an actor.

His father originally turned a blind eye, but Xia Jingmo really went crazy, kneeling in front of his father, neither humble nor overbearing: "I must marry him."

His father was so angry that he wanted to shoot him, but his mother stopped him crying.

The young master of the Xia family had a stubborn temper. In the end, his father ordered someone to break one of his legs, and he lay on the bed for three full months.

Fortunately, the old man was a sensible man, he was angry, and the actor saved his life because he didn't touch his son's most important person.

Song Yu waited on Xia Jingmo's bed for three months, serving soup and water with those white, thin and beautiful hands, and worked hard without complaint.

"The beating was worth it." The young master gasped and laughed, "We will be engaged, and you will be mine from now on."

Song Yu's eyes were red: "Otherwise, who else can I be with in this life?"

When the young master was able to get out of bed, his mother told him with tears in his eyes that his father agreed to his marriage, provided that he would study abroad for three years.

In that age when thoughts from all walks of life were turbulent, the young master was naturally willing to study abroad to learn knowledge, but he was reluctant to be an actor.

When he was about to fall asleep at night, he leaned in the actor's arms and described to him the grand plans and ambitions of the young people to save the nation and survive.

"Ayu, would you like to go with me?" The young master raised his head, staring at the actor with a pair of shiny black eyes.

The actor was stunned, and for a second, a shaken expression appeared on his face, but was soon washed away by a smile.

He stroked the young master's hair up and down, and said with a smile: "I don't know anything except singing, but I am willing to wait for you."

Half a month later, the young master and his colleagues took the suitcases and boarded the ship bound for England.

Before leaving, the young master found the boss of the old opera troupe, gave him a large sum of money, and entrusted him to take care of the opera troupe.

The actor went to see the young master off, and stood alone on the pier, his thin figure from dawn to dusk.

The young master has been studying abroad for three years, and has been maintaining correspondence with the actor.

At that time, communication was inconvenient, so the young master still insisted on writing two letters to the actor every week, and asked people to take them back to China.

The classmate who didn't know said with a smile that Xia Jingmo was seduced by some little lady.

The young master dipped a pen into the ink, wrote "Fu Jing Mo" on the signature place, folded the letter paper, sealed it in an envelope, and answered with a smile: "It's a person who has never been married to me. I will marry him when I go back." of."

Time flies, three years have passed.

The young master came back from his studies. He thought that he could apply what he had learned after returning to China, but when he arrived at the door of the house, he faintly felt that something was wrong.

The guard guarding the door wanted to kill him as soon as he saw him, but fortunately, the young master escaped quickly without being caught.

The whole city is searching for Xia Jingmo.

The young master hid in Tibet, looking for the original proprietor of the stage, but he was nowhere to be found.After inquiring, I found out that he had been killed long ago.

It was not easy for him to find the little girl who was chasing Bao by the actor's side. For some reason, she was blind in one eye. When she saw the young master, she could only cry loudly.

It turned out that in the second year after the young master went abroad to study abroad, his cousin, father and son, who had been covetously, washed his house with blood.

They took over the warlord and announced that the former commander had died of illness.

The young master didn't know that the family letter was accepted, but what he got was a fake family letter written by someone from his cousin.

The young master is not around, so it's not easy for the actor to stay at his house, so he returned to the old theater troupe.Unexpectedly, he escaped a catastrophe.

The boss of the old theater troupe saw that something was wrong, so he handed over the money left by the young master to the actor, and told him to go to a farther place, so that the new warlord leader would not be able to catch him.

The actor listened to the opera boss's words, took the money and fled to other places, and changed his career to become a private school teacher, but he didn't think that his cousin's next target would be him.

After being forced to find out the whereabouts of the actor, my cousin killed the owner of the theater troupe and went all the way to find the actor, insisting on marrying him.

The actor naturally refused, and when he fled, his cousin chased after him like a rabbit.The cousin snatched the entourage's gun casually and pierced his throat with a gun.

The actor was killed on the spot, with his eyes open when he died, his face full of resentment.

Xiao and Bao hated each other, but after all, she was a weak woman who was ups and downs in troubled times, and could only survive by selling noodles at the edge of the market.

She later went to look for the actor, but her cousin told her to sink the actor's body in the pond, and no one knew where it was.

Xiao Hebao spent all his savings and asked someone to salvage it for seven days and seven nights, but he only recovered a costume that was entangled in aquatic plants.

Since then, Hetang has been haunted by ghosts.

What's more, at night, the sound of singing can still be vaguely heard.

Xiao Hebao handed over the salvaged costume to the young master.

The young master sat by the pond for a whole night with his costume in his arms.

After dawn, he went to see his cousin.

As soon as he approached the door, the guard who had been waiting for a long time put a gun to his neck and escorted him into the home that originally belonged to him.

My cousin was sitting in his study, wearing his officer uniform, playing with his nipples, and told him casually: "Since you are back, don't go out again. Brother told you about a marriage, your father I kept thinking about it when I was dying."

The young master didn't resist, and said with a smile: "Father is gone, the eldest brother is like a father, and the cousin will do what he says."

Mr. Feng Shui looked at the imperial calendar and picked a good day and auspicious day.

On the day of the wedding of the young master of the Xia family, he was dressed in red makeup, and the bride was the door on the eight-carried sedan chair.

The newly-appointed warlord father and son personally presided over the wedding. They invited celebrities from all walks of life, decorated with lanterns and festoons everywhere, and it was very lively.

The entire compound was flooded by the sound of firecrackers and laughter, no one noticed, and the bridegroom disappeared without a trace.

That night, Xia Jingmo took a gun and killed his cousin's family.

After avenging his revenge, he went to the mass grave with his old costume in his arms, and shot himself through the throat.

…………

At this point, the young master's memories came to an abrupt end.

Everyone is like waking up from a big dream, unable to recover for a long time.

Jiang Jibei cleared his throat, and turned to look at Master Zombie's boneless face.

His face was expressionless, but sad and solemn.

As far as the audience is concerned, they just watched a short movie.

For the people in the movie, it is a long life.

Twisted Braid looked at Master Zombie hesitantly: "Although he is very pitiful, but we still have to stop him..."

"That's right! This is just a movie, everyone, don't forget!" Old Sun clenched his mahogany sword tightly and raised his voice, "Only by killing him can we leave!"

Jiang Jibei sighed, and stretched out his hand from his wide cuff. Only then did everyone realize that there was a gun hidden in his sleeve!

Old Sun opened his mouth wide: "Good guy! Chen Ji, where did you get the gun?"

Jiang Jibei raised his gun and pointed the muzzle of the black hole at the young master's head: "I picked it up from the mass grave."

The zombie master stood on the spot, staring at Jiang Jibei quietly, without dodging.

"Is this the gun that the young master used to kill himself? Are there any bullets in it?" Twist Braid asked nervously, "Is the gun not rusted? Is it useful for zombies?"

"You talk too much. Horror movies don't need logic." Jiang Jibei raised his hand and pointed his gun at Taoist Yan, "What's your name?"

Daoist Yan stared at the muzzle of the gun and replied calmly, "My name is Yan Jian."

"Really?"

Jiang Jibei laughed, the hand holding the gun suddenly tilted down, and shot through Yan Daochang's knee with a "bang"!