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

Playing God and Playing Ghosts Day 120 and Eighth Young Master Jiang: "If you don't see me every day, it will be like three autumns, right?"

Obviously, what Zhong Sheng said was not very sweet and provocative love words. Compared with the love stories on Weibo that Jiang Yiming had seen, they were not outstanding at all, but they made Jiang Yiming's ears burn when he heard them. For a moment, he didn't know what to say to Zhong Sheng.

Zhong Sheng listened to the young master's shallow breathing on the other end of the phone, and slightly curled the corners of his mouth. He got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling glass on the entire side of the office. Anxious for a response.

He asked softly, "I'll come over tomorrow, is that okay?"

"...Your little secretary doesn't cry? He runs to my set all day long, so he doesn't have to do anything?"

"That's why I'm working overtime today." Zhong Sheng laughed, and seeing that Jiang Yiming didn't really mean to reject him, he said, "Then it's settled like this. I'll come over tomorrow. It's getting late, you should go to bed earlier."

Jiang Yiming choked, and it took two or three seconds before he gave a muffled "good night" and hung up the phone.

Zhong Sheng is coming over tomorrow?Jiang Yiming looked at the top floor of the building with the lights on outside the window, the corner of his mouth raised suddenly, and thought, sure enough, I won't see my young master for a day, it's like every three autumns, right?

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The crew temporarily suspended work on the grounds that all risk factors were checked.

The producers and supervisors of the crew have nothing to say here. After knowing Jiang Yiming's identity and background, isn't it just "whatever you say is right"?

What's more, the little son of the Jiang family almost had a big accident in their crew. The whole crew feels scared after thinking about it now. The producers can't wait to delete all possible risky scenes in the future.

The studio set up on the set, only the director and a few screenwriters were there. Although the crew did not need to bear the cost of lost work, the lost time was still real. Discuss the script on the other side.

When Jiang Yiming passed by, he saw Teng Qinghua alone in the shed with two ice buckets at his feet.

The temperature in the shed was already high and stuffy. The ice cubes in the two ice buckets at Teng Qinghua's feet almost melted by half, and the ice cubes floated in half of the ice water.

The faces of the screenwriters on the other side were covered with sweat, and most of their sweatshirts were wet. Looking at Teng Qinghua, he looked much cooler than those screenwriters. Not only did he not sweat, he even rubbed his arms.

When Jiang Yiming approached, he heard him muttering: "Why does it get colder the longer you stay?"

Hearing this, Jiang Yiming paused his footsteps and narrowed his eyes slightly.

cold?

The ice water in the ice bucket overflowed, and the water pooled at Teng Qinghua's feet. Teng Qinghua stepped on a slipper and soaked in it, but he didn't seem to feel it.

Seeing this, Jiang Yiming twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking that it's normal to feel cold after being immersed in ice water like this. Fortunately, it's summer, and the cold air enters the soles of his feet, so it's strange if he doesn't get sick.

He didn't come to the set to look for Teng Qinghua, so he didn't say hello to anyone, and walked directly to the props on the set.

As soon as he walked a few meters away, his ears moved suddenly, and he heard a very light rustling sound behind him, as if someone was fiddle with some plastic.

It's just that, Jiang Yiming wouldn't take it to heart, but after listening carefully, he heard unreal sobbing.

Jiang Yiming was extremely sensitive to the sound, so he turned around suddenly to look.

I saw Teng Qinghua leaning back against the chair in a strange posture, the two front legs of the chair were high off the ground, as if the angle was exaggerated one degree, and it was about to fall down.

Looking from Teng Qinghua's back, it looked like the director was swaying relaxedly against the chair, and no one took it seriously.

Only Jiang Yiming saw Teng Qinghua clutching the table in front of him tightly with both hands, as if trying to grab hold of it.

Teng Qinghua saw Jiang Yiming turn around, his upper body fixed on the chair moved more, wishing he could shake himself off.

But no matter how hard he tried, no matter how violently the chair shook, the chair wouldn't tip over, tip over, or fall over, and just stood there firmly on the two chair legs.

Jiang Yiming ran over in a few steps, and saw that Teng Qinghua's feet seemed to be bound by invisible hands on the legs of the chair.

However, after a closer look, it was discovered that there were actually two streams of water gushing out of the ice bucket, which not only wrapped Teng Qinghua's feet, but also covered the opponent's mouth and nose, making Teng Qinghua's face turn red. purple.

Seeing this, Jiang Yiming scolded, picked up two ancient coins between his fingertips, and slapped Teng Qinghua's eyebrows with one hand, and at the same time quickly said: "Nine Heavens Respond to Yuan's thunder and universalize Tianzun!"

After he finished speaking, Teng Qinghua heard a thunderous sound in his ears.

This bang of thunder was muffled and heavy, as if it had exploded right next to his ears, making him feel blurred for a while, but in the next second, his mouth and nose could breathe again.

Teng Qinghua sucked in a sharp breath, gasping for air, choking before catching his breath, wanting to cough out his lungs.

As soon as Jiang Yiming supported Teng Qinghua, the fat director almost slid off the chair and lay on the table, dying, with one hand still holding Jiang Yiming tightly, and he would not let go.

When Zhong Sheng arrived, what he saw was his young master being held tightly by the fat director, and the president's face turned cold.

Jiang Yiming saw Zhong Sheng from a distance, coughed lightly, and waved his hand as a signal.

He lowered his head and said to Teng Qinghua: "You can do it, why are you holding me back?"

"Just now, did you see it just now? Master, Great God, I will never leave you half a step, is that Ma Mengqi, right? He must have come to look for me, if it wasn't for the film I made back then , he will not die, he must hate me..."

Teng Qinghua was so frightened that he grabbed Jiang Yiming and started rambling on, speaking in a hurry and fast, without giving Jiang Yiming a chance to interject.

It wasn't until Zhong Sheng came over and stretched out his hand to separate the fat director's ten fat short fingers one by one that Teng Qinghua stopped talking and looked up with tears in his eyes.

Seeing that it was Zhong Sheng, the director choked back the "Your heart is so cruel" that came to his lips.

Isn't it only natural for Mr. Zhong to come to ask for someone?

"What's going on?" Zhong Sheng asked.

Teng Qinghua looked at Zhong Sheng and then at Jiang Yiming, wondering if he could speak.

Seeing this, Jiang Yiming lifted his chin slightly: "Say it."

Teng Qinghua swallowed his saliva, pointed to the two ice buckets with his fat and short fingers, and said, "These are the two ice buckets. The water in the ice bucket seems to be conscious, and it will entangle itself."

Zhong Sheng frowned when he heard this, and looked at Jiang Yiming.

Jiang Yiming also said earlier that that thing is not powerful, at least it cannot control water. If it could control water, they would have been dragged into the water in the rapids of the mountain stream.

And now, I don't know if that thing has become stronger, or because of other reasons, it looks like it can control water.

Jiang Yiming obviously knew that he didn't say anything more about this matter, but said to Teng Qinghua:

"The sentence I read just now, you remember, if you encounter a situation when you place an order, you can recite this sentence silently in your heart if you can't make a sound, and if it still doesn't work, bite the tip of your tongue. After a few pauses, I took the opportunity to run by myself."

The sentence Jiang Yiming yelled just now is the treasure of Tianzun, which can illuminate the avenue of heaven's heart on the top, and help the people in the dark world. When encountering injustice, going to places with yin energy, and encountering demons and ghosts, you can recite it.

And there are few words, so it is not too difficult for laymen to memorize them by rote.

Hearing what Jiang Yiming said, Teng Qinghua suddenly felt that he was at the end of the road. If he was ordered, he could only rely on self-protection to see if God would give him his life.

The fat director was about to cry, and looked at Jiang Yiming helplessly: "Is there no other way?"

"Didn't you ask for something consecrated? Take it out and bring it with you." Jiang Yiming said.

Trembling, the director took out the opened necklace from his neck, and saw that the amulets on the necklace were all black, and he looked at Jiang Yiming: "Wear it, wear it..."

As he spoke, he subconsciously grasped the consecrated necklace with a little force, as if he felt a sense of security, but suddenly he felt his neck loosen, and when he looked down, he saw that the red string of the consecrated necklace was broken.

Teng Qinghua: "..."

Jiang Yiming: "..."

"I didn't spend a lot of money to ask the host to congratulate me." Jiang Yiming said.

Teng Qinghua looked at Jiang Yiming in panic and aggrieved, and said in a low voice, "I didn't think it was really necessary...Then, great god, master, what should I do?"

"Recite the name of Tianzun Treasure, I will teach you. Recite it well, don't forget the words in fear, even the gods can't save you." Jiang Yiming said.

The fat director whimpered and nodded: "I must know it by heart."

"If you have nothing to do, don't stay on the set. You can't go back to the hotel to cut the scene? There is also an air conditioner." Jiang Yiming pushed people away.

"...At the beginning, I was discussing the follow-up plot with a few screenwriters, and I didn't bring the equipment back to the hotel, so I came to the set." The director was like a student being questioned by a teacher, and the answer was particularly comprehensive and well-behaved.

After Jiang Yiming heard this, he couldn't say anything more, so he nodded his head slightly: "In short, the work has been suspended for the past two days, so that these people on the set don't come to the set if they have nothing to do, and don't look for trouble."

Even if the young master's tone was bad, Teng Qinghua didn't think there was a problem.

To be honest, he still feels guilty when he sees Jiang Yiming. He feels that such a series of things are caused by them. If he had heard Jiang Yiming earlier, these things would not happen now, let alone Not to mention that Jiang Yiming was so cursed on the Internet.

Especially Jiang Yiming is still the young master of the Jiang family, it's simply...

The director regretted it in his heart, but it was of no avail. The only thing he could do now was to treat Young Master Jiang's words as a golden order and abide by them word by word.

Teng Qinghua nodded in response, and immediately yelled at everyone else on the field to go back.

"Aren't you going back?" Teng Qinghua was about to leave, but seeing that Jiang Yiming and Zhong Sheng hadn't left, he asked after a pause.

When Teng Qinghua asked this question, Jiang Yiming was squatting in the temporary work shed and looking at the two ice buckets.

The ancient coin touched the ice bucket, but he didn't react much. He pinched the ancient coin and felt it inch by inch.

Just like an EMF signal device can feel changes in magnetic fields, his ancient coin can also sense things in another world.

Hearing Teng Qinghua's question, Jiang Yiming didn't bother to explain to him, still turned his back to Teng Qinghua, raised his left hand perfunctorily to make a "2" gesture, and replied even more perfunctorily: "Space for two people."

The director suddenly opened his eyes wide, was taken aback for a moment, then turned and left silently.

understood.

Zhong Sheng stood by and guarded. Hearing Jiang Yiming's words, he paused for a moment, and then smiled helplessly.

He raised his head and glanced in Teng Qinghua's direction, meeting the director's knowing eyes.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, not intending to explain.

Seeing Zhong Sheng look over, Teng Qinghua thought it was a signal to chase someone away, so he picked up his equipment wisely and slipped away.