The rich second generation catches demons and evil in the entertainment circle [Rebirth]

The [-]th day of pretending to be a ghost · [Two in One] Young Master Jiang: "It's true that I can see you every time... If you don't show up next time, I will definitely be very sad."

The entire temple building suddenly began to shake from bottom to top, and the bricks and tiles on the top of the head were smashed down.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Xun gasped, took out his mobile phone in a panic, and quickly sent a message to Young Master Jiang's manager to inform him, and even recorded a few seconds of small video with his mobile phone.

When Bao Qiwen received the news, he was lying on the lazy sofa reading a book.

He poked open the small video first, the shooting light was poor and blurry, he watched it again but couldn't see what it was, wondering what exactly Jiang Xun sent him.

Then, he watched it twice before realizing that the house had collapsed.

He was taken aback, and quickly exited the video, and was about to send a message to ask about the situation, only to see another voice message from the other party.

"Mr. Bao, I'm sorry, but Jiang Yiming is inside."

Bao Qiwen suddenly jumped up from the sofa.

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On the other end, Zhong Sheng, who was working overtime in Zhong's building until late at night, has been restless all day long. Even if he just sent a message to Jiang Yiming just now, he couldn't alleviate the inexplicable anxiety. flustered.

He frowned, his eyes stayed on the time and date in the lower right corner of the computer for a long time, and finally he simply rang the bell of the secretary who was working overtime outside the door: "Prepare me a ticket to Thailand, the nearest flight is required."

"The meeting the day after tomorrow..." The secretary was stunned.

"The meeting will continue as usual, and we will fly back to China tomorrow night." Zhong Sheng said.

He lowered his eyes, he just missed it a little bit, just flew over to meet and come back.

The secretary responded and immediately booked the nearest flight.

Zhong Sheng took the car keys, and the couple pendant that made up a pair with Jiang Yiming on the key chain flickered, his eyes slid past, and a soft smile appeared in his eyes.

Just when he was about to get up and leave, the phone rang, and it was from the young master's manager.

Zhong Sheng frowned, tensing his body subconsciously.

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In the dilapidated temple in the small village, Han Xiujie froze in place, watching the tiles and bricks on his head fall like rain, his eyes widened in shock, his legs couldn't move a step, he never expected to encounter such a situation scene.

"Earthquake?" He asked.

"Senior! Uncle Wang!" Under the chaos and danger, Meng Ayutaya knelt down on his knees and shouted respectfully.

Jiang Yiming's gaze quickly swept across Meng Ayutaya who was lying on the ground with his body prostrated, and immediately picked up Han Xiujie and rushed out of the temple first.

When Han Xiujie was picked up by Jiang Yiming, he seemed to be floating on the ground without touching the ground. He tapped his toes in embarrassment and staggered to keep up with Jiang Yiming's speed.

Dodging around to avoid falling bricks made this not-so-short distance all the more difficult.

I don't know how long it took, but Jiang Yiming dragged Han Xiujie and finally ran all the way to the door.

Han Xiujie felt his body lighten, and then landed heavily, causing him to grin his teeth in pain.

He immediately realized that he was directly thrown out by Jiang Yiming.

He hurriedly turned his head to look for Jiang Yiming, but he only had time to see his back.

After Jiang Yiming took Han Xiujie away from the dangerous area, he immediately turned back.

The beams above the head began to crumble, and from time to time, large pieces of crossbars and wall bricks the size of an arm fell down, but Jiang Yiming was able to accurately avoid the falling objects every time before they fell down.

He quickly ran back to Meng Ayutthaya, and saw that tall, dark man was still lying on the ground respectfully, muttering words, but now without the little translator by his side, Jiang Yiming couldn't understand that man What exactly is being said.

He frowned, at this juncture, he would not escape or hide, and still kneel here to worship his ancestors?It's as stupid as it gets.

After copying with both hands, Jiang Yiming pierced the opponent's chest, exerted strength with his hands, and grabbed the 180-jin man from the ground.

Mon Ayutthaya struggled vigorously, as if he wanted to live and die with the temple.

Jiang Yiming had already struggled to move him, but when he was so uncooperatively moved by the other party, one shoulder was bumped abruptly and violently by the man recklessly, and he heard a dull "crack" sound, which made him fall down instantly in pain. Taking a breath, he lowered that half of his hand weakly, dislocated and drooping loosely.

He glared at the man in confusion with an ugly face, and with his backhand, he slashed the man's head and neck neatly with a hand knife.

The strong man weighing more than 180 kilograms immediately slid limply to the ground.

Jiang Yiming struggled to hold onto it with one hand, then lifted it up abruptly, changed to a suitable position, and dragged the person out of the Yin Temple.

If he had known that if this person was so uncooperative, he would have used the knife a long time ago, so how could he have made himself so embarrassing.

He pursed his lower lip, turned over in embarrassment and jumped away from the falling brick, and cursed secretly.

The falling bricks became more and more dense, and the movement became louder and louder. The whole ground was shaking, as if a major earthquake had occurred, and it was impossible to step on it steadily.

Seeing this, Yu Minghao and the others, who were originally told by Jiang Yiming to stay in the curse-keeping circle, rushed over quickly regardless of Jiang Yiming's previous instructions.

After they got close, they saw Han Xiujie standing there helpless, about ten meters away from the crumbling temple, looking like he wanted to enter but didn't dare to rush in.

The Yin Temple let out an old, dying moan, as if it was about to collapse in the next second.

Yu Minghao grabbed Han Xiujie's shoulder and asked loudly, "Where's Jiang Yiming?!"

"He, he rushed back again..." Han Xiujie pointed at the Yin Temple and shouted, "Mon Ayutthaya is still inside!"

"Rushing back?! It's just nonsense!" Xie He looked at the temple in front of him that he couldn't rush in any more, his face was extremely ugly.

"It's about to fall, it's about to fall!" Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted.

Yu Minghao suddenly looked up, and saw that the simple and dilapidated temple began to lean forward, and a cloud of dust suddenly rose around it.

He took a deep breath, shouting and rushing there: "There are still people who haven't come out!"

"No, it's too late, it's useless for you to go!" Qin Haiqing hugged his waist fiercely, grabbed Yu Minghao who was about to rush, and pulled him back.

In these ten seconds, the Yin Temple fell to the ground with a roar, raising a thick cloud of dust, which fascinated everyone.

Yu Minghao stood there in a daze: "...This, this is gone? Where is the person?! Where is the person!?"

He struggled to free Qin Haiqing's hands, and ran over there: "Jiang Yiming?! Jiang Yiming!?"

A dozen or so videographers with cameras behind them stood there without saying a word, and their cameras were aimed at the mess that rumbled to the ground.

At this time, everyone knew clearly, how could anyone escape under such circumstances?

There was a soft sobbing and crying from the staff behind. No one expected that such an accident would happen when recording a variety show this time.

No one was able to slow down, and it took a long time for everyone to digest this unexpected fact.

After the staff of the program group came back to their senses, they started to deal with the problems that they would face in the future with a dead atmosphere.

Yu Minghao and the others sat in the special car, and Yu Minghao murmured in disbelief: "How could this happen...I don't believe it, how could Jiang Yiming..."

While he was muttering, there was unexpected movement from the staff on the other side of the ruins.

"Wait a minute! There seems to be a figure... walking out!" Suddenly someone said, pointing at the ruins in surprise, under the insufficient light, it seemed that a figure really walked out of the night slowly.

When Xie He and the others heard this, they hurriedly looked over, and sure enough, a figure came out, staggering.

"It must be Jiang Yiming!" Yu Minghao laughed in surprise and shouted loudly, taking the lead and ran over, followed by Xie He and several others.

After sprinting for 50 meters, Yu Minghao slammed on the brakes after running close, and stared blankly at the man who came out, the smile on his face completely disappeared: "Why is it you?!"

The person who came out was Mon Ayutthaya.

His face was ashamed, and there seemed to be a lot of wounds on his body. His ankle was obviously broken, and a piece of white bone was directly poked out. Blood and ash stuck together, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

With his head down, he walked towards Yu Minghao and the others in a daze, his body swaying from side to side, swinging.

Yu Minghao looked at him in disbelief, Jiang Yiming didn't come out?Instead, this person ran out?What about Jiang Yiming?Could it be to save him...?

Although Xie He, Qin Haiqing, and Ren Zhongyuan were a few steps behind, they could see who was coming. Everyone stopped and fell silent, with no smile or hope on their faces.

Jiang Zhang slowly let go of the camera that was always on his shoulder, and rubbed his eyes twice. Jiang Xun beside him opened his mouth in disbelief, and murmured softly: "...Impossible, impossible? Jiang Xun How could Yiming not come out?"

——Meng Ayutthaya came out, but Jiang Yiming did not, what does that mean?Everyone vaguely guessed an answer in their hearts, but no one dared to say it.

Meng Ayutaya staggered towards Ren Zhongyuan, stretched out his hand to him slowly and weakly, he raised his head, revealing a pair of black eyes, and said hoarsely, "Help me..."

Standing behind Yu Minghao, Ren Zhongyuan saw the other person's appearance clearly, was startled suddenly, and took a breath - the eyes had no whites, they were completely black, with an indescribable evil spirit.

Ren Zhongyuan hurriedly pulled back Yu Minghao who was the closest one. He was half a head taller than Yu Minghao, and he pulled back the collar of the man, and hurriedly said: "Be careful!"

Yu Minghao was unprepared, and was staggered by him. Because of inertia, he almost fell to his buttocks. Fortunately, Ren Zhongyuan helped him in time.

Ren Zhongyuan's reminder made other stunned people react immediately and ran out one after another.

At this moment, almost at the same time, a clear and penetrating voice came out from the ruins, solemn and awe-inducing—

"God master kills, does not avoid the powerful, kills the evil spirits first, and then kills the night light. What kind of god does not subdue, and what ghost dares to do it? Hurry like a law!"

The voice fell quietly, and the spell was like a rope, tightly restricting the other party's actions. Meng Ayutaya no longer approached like Yu Minghao and the others, and stood motionless, with a painful expression on his face, and the color of his pupils also changed. Switch frequently between black and white.

"It's Jiang Yiming!" Jiang Xun yelled immediately, Jiang Zhang was also excited, and suddenly raised the camera, aiming at the direction of the sound.

At the ruins, a half-person-high ruined wall collapsed, and a thin-looking figure stood there, tall and straight.

The white shirt on his body was loose from the belt, and the hem of the wide shirt fluttered in the wind.

Jiang Yiming slowly walked out of the ruins. Every time he took a step forward, the blackness in Meng Ayutaya's eyes faded.

Meng Ayutthaya let out an incomprehensible growl, which was high-pitched, low-pitched, fierce, and calm, like two people talking.

But at this moment, no one was paying attention to Meng Ayutaya. Seeing that he couldn't move at all, a group of people rushed to Jiang Yiming and surrounded Young Master Jiang.

"I knew you'd be fine!"

"You scared us to death! Didn't you say before that if the situation is wrong, you will come out immediately? How did it become like this again?"

"People safe is good."

"Seeing that you scare us people, several children have cried for you for a round."

A crowd of people chattered around Young Master Jiang, their faces filled with joy as if they were alive after a catastrophe, smiling and crying, Jiang Yiming smiled slightly, and said softly: "I'm so sorry, my fate hard."

After he finished speaking, he raised his eyes to look at Mon Ayutthaya who was beyond the crowd, and the temperature in his eyes gradually cooled down.

He raised his foot and walked forward, and the crowd unconsciously made way for him.

"Han Xiujie." Jiang Yiming said.

The little translator who was named came back to his senses, trotted to Jiang Yiming's side immediately, and quickly realized Jiang Yiming's intention of naming him, he boldly approached Meng Ayutaya a little, and listened carefully to the other person's soliloquy .

"You turned all the clansmen into monsters!"

"But I can bring this dying nobleman back to the royal family and return to glory."

"Then we clansmen are nothing in your eyes?"

"You are the cornerstone of a successful family, and your names will surely be on the wall of glory in the future. Isn't this something to be proud of?"

"Are you crazy!? The honor of the family in exchange for this is the indelible dirt engraved on the pillar of shame!"

"Clan members without a sense of family glory have no need to live..."

As Han Xiujie was talking, he suddenly fell silent, and hurriedly turned to Jiang Yiming.

But Jiang Yiming put his fingers together and took out a string of ancient coins from the inside of his wrist. The ancient coins passed across his fingertips, and they were arranged neatly one by one. The flexible red rope was as straight and hard as cast iron.

"People who shouldn't die have their lifespan taken away, but people who deserve to die are still alive, and dare to utter wild words to determine their lives. It's really messed up." Jiang Yiming snorted softly, and the ancient coin was erected into a Dao sword with a clanging sound.

"Once you know the ghost's name, the evil will not dare to go forward; if you call the ghost's name three times, all the ghosts will obey the order! You should know the source of where to go, and all will find their way back and forth. Hurry up like a law!"

He held the sword in his left hand, and the second Han Xiujie hurriedly threw out the last sentence, the ancient coin came out of its sheath and pierced through the opponent's chest. It seems to be an illusion.

At the same time, Meng Ziqing, An Xiaowen, who had bitten off a piece of flesh from her own arm, and the other dozen or so people in the village all raised their heads suddenly, and opened their mouths to vomit a ball of black blood. gas.

The black air gathered in the sky above Meng Ayutaya's head, circling and winding, gradually filling a human shape.

Heavy dark clouds began to gather in the night sky, gradually covering the entire sky above this open space, giving people a sense of oppression that the mountain rain is about to come.

A group of people stood there in a daze, looking at each other in disbelief, and then heard Jiang Yiming shout:

"I worship Heaven, the rivers, the sun, the moon, the mountains, the seas and the stars are in my palms. I make the light to be bright, and the dark to be dark. 33 The gods of heaven are under my law, making east to be east, west to be west, south to be south, and north to be. That is to the north. Those who obey my orders and who do not obey my orders will be beheaded!"

With the sound of each sentence falling, thunder and thunder crashed from the sky. Every sound of thunder scattered the black shadow, and then slowly closed it again, and then repeated this process over and over again.

At the end of the last incantation, the loud thunder, accompanied by the lightning that lit up half the sky, hit the black shadow directly.

Hearing a scream, the group of black shadows suddenly dispersed, and each cluster of black shadows was scattered and torn apart. Lightning scurry about in the black air, as if they were devouring these things, and became larger visibly with the naked eye.

Cold sweat broke out on Jiang Yiming's forehead. The growth of Lightning obviously placed greater demands and burdens on his ability to control.

Gradually, other people on the field gradually recovered from the shock, and smelled a hint of threat from the magical scene that was too surreal in front of them.

Some people began to move outside, and some people whispered around, asking everywhere: "Is this going to get out of control?"

"Will this lightning...will it finally hit us?"

"Will it explode

"Oh my god...it's terrible, let's run, I don't think we can last long!"

"What is Jiang Yiming doing?!"

"What are these things... My mother, are we all going to die here?"

"I don't want to die... woo woo woo... I'm so scared..."

Ren Zhongyuan heard the chatter of the staff behind him, he pursed his lips tightly, and clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white.

Of course he was also afraid, but he was very close to Jiang Yiming, and he could clearly see that Jiang Yiming's face was pale, cold sweat was oozing from his forehead, he was clenching his teeth for support, and his right shoulder looked unnatural. drooping, as if injured.

——Isn't Jiang Yiming doing all this for them?

If it wasn't for saving An Xiaowen and Meng Ziqing in the program group, Jiang Yiming wouldn't have to get involved in this kind of thing at all, and he wouldn't be so embarrassed and weak as he is now.

He clenched his cheeks tightly, listening to the louder and louder sobs of fear and subconscious complaints and blames behind him, as if all of these were now Jiang Yiming's fault.

Ren Zhongyuan couldn't bear to turn his head and stared at him. Before he could open his mouth, Yu Minghao yelled and reprimanded him angrily before grabbing him: "Do you people still have a heart?! He just escaped from death! It's not to save Meng Ziqing and that Staff? If you are afraid of death, go away, no one will let you stay here!"

"If Meng Ziqing and An Xiaowen are dead, it is also the responsibility of your program team." Ren Zhongyuan Yu Minghao followed up after speaking, and looked at the people in the program team with a serious face, "Jiang Yiming can stand by and watch. You don't Take this for granted. Shame."

When the people in the program team heard the words, they all fell silent and fell silent immediately.

Jiang Yiming pulled the corner of his mouth slightly. The reactions of those people were all in his expectation. This is a very common reaction, or it is an instinctive weakness. He has not seen it in his previous life, but it is rare. Meeting Yu Minghao and Ren Zhongyuan such an unexpected reaction.

He concentrated, seeing the lightning swallowing up the black air, he let out a breath, closed his eyes slowly, and when he opened them again, a golden light flashed in his caramel brown eyes: "Jiang Family No. Yiming, please return all ghosts to their places!"

The lightning suddenly expanded to the extreme, and the light flickered for a moment so that people had to close their eyes to avoid its light.

Jiang Yiming didn't dodge or dodge, holding the ancient coin sword high above his head: "Please return all ghosts!"

The seven ancient coins flew out together, and the mantis' arms were attached to the lightning like a cart, and they became scorched black in a short while.

"Please return all ghosts to their places!"

His expression became serious, his voice became heavier and thicker, he bit the tip of his tongue suddenly, spat out a mouthful of blood from the tip of his tongue and sprayed it on the ancient coin, and saw that the scorched ancient coin instantly regained its luster.

With Jiang Yiming's third sound of "return", the lightning finally gradually disappeared, and finally turned into a ray of light as thin as a small snake, and rushed into the ground, leaving a black hole the size of a finger on the ground.

Jiang Yiming breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly lost strength, his legs felt weak, and he almost knelt down.

He was caught by someone, and Zhong Sheng's voice rang next to his ears: "Sorry, I'm late."

Jiang Yiming laughed softly, and supported Zhong Sheng's arm to stand up straight: "It's true that I can see you every time... If you don't show up next time, I will definitely be very sad."

"There won't be a next time." Zhong Sheng said, bowing his head and kissing the young master's heart, "Instead of torturing you like this, why not let me participate in your life from beginning to end."

"Ok?"

Zhong Sheng lowered his eyes: "It's nothing, let's rest."

Jiang Yiming closed his eyes and snorted softly: "It's weird..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Xun yelled like a fuss from behind: "Damn it! What is this!? Helicopter medical team?! The Thai side is too good?! What a ostentation! Awesome!"

"Oh wait, no, it doesn't seem to belong to the government... This is the Zhong Group's logo?!" Someone yelled again.

Everyone turned to Zhong Sheng, who had a calm complexion.

"The Zhong Corporation has many cooperation and exchange projects with the Thai side. There are three branches of the Zhong Corporation here." Zhong Sheng explained a little indifferently, looked down at Jiang Yiming, changed the coldness just now, and asked softly, "Shall I carry you up, or go by myself?"

"...Do you think I have the strength to move my legs?" Jiang Yiming stared at him, "At this time, there is no need to ask my opinion."

He paused, and added, "Write this in your memo."

"Yes, my young master." Zhong Sheng bent down cautiously, as if young master Jiang was fragile.

Jiang Yiming rolled his eyes, stepped on one leg consciously, and stuffed himself into Zhong Sheng's arms: "Hurry up, let the medical team take back my unlucky dislocated shoulder, it hurts me to death .”

When Zhong Sheng heard this, his eyes fell on Jiang Yiming's shoulder.

He had noticed it from the first time we met.

He responded softly, carefully avoiding the other party's wounds, but looked at Jiang Yiming indifferently, moving his body closer to his arms.

"Hold on tight, don't throw me off." Young Master Jiang muttered softly.

Zhong Sheng laughed: "Don't worry, if I fall, I will fall down first and make you a meat pad."

"It should be. Uncle Zhong." Jiang Yiming raised the corner of his mouth.