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

Pretend to be a ghost Chapter 120: Ninth Day Jiang Yiming: Arrogance comes from ignorance

I thought the problem was with Teng Qinghua's two ice buckets, but unexpectedly, Jiang Yiming searched all over the two ice buckets and found no abnormal reaction.

Unable to find out the cause of the problem for a while, Jiang Yiming temporarily put this matter aside.

He came to the set today because of another more important thing. He wanted to find a bait that was safe and sure that people could take the bait, and lure Ma Mengqi out of the water completely.

Ma Mengqi needed a physical body, so he made a physical body for Ma Mengqi,

In the special caravan of the props group, all the props that the crew will use for filming are piled up.

Among them are several realistically crafted corpses.

When he was on the set before, he heard Teng Qinghua say that the corpse props they made were absolutely expensive props. Just one of them cost them more than [-] yuan. I bought insurance on purpose.

Now one of these props is in Zhong Sheng's arms.

Young Master Jiang helped up a male corpse and asked Zhong Sheng to hold it steady.

The dignified president, wearing an expensive suit, is holding...an expensive prop corpse. Judging from the price, it seems to be a good fit?

The props in the props group can be regarded as complete, and everything Jiang Yiming needs to use is available here.

He lowered his head and made preparations, while explaining to Zhong Sheng: "I am now planning to add a little popularity to this prop, so that Ma Mengqi can be more easily hooked, and mistakenly think that it is a real and usable body. Ma Mengqi will bear it now. His greatest pain is that his body is deteriorating faster and faster. His most urgent thing is not to take revenge or find a replacement for the dead ghost, but to find himself a body that can be replaced."

As he spoke, the yellow talismans in his hand had already taken shape, and he used the yellow talismans to vaguely paste the outline of a person on the ground.

Jiang Yiming looked at Zhong Sheng, and saw Zhong Sheng hugging the prop, as if he was hugging someone, he couldn't help but burst out laughing, seeing Rapunzel's uncomfortable face, but still obediently let him be human

"It's hard work, let's put him down." Jiang Yiming put his fist to his mouth, covered up his smile, and coughed lightly.

Zhong Sheng put the props on the ground in the circle of human figures circled by yellow talismans, and glanced at the young master with a teasing smile on his face, there was nothing he could do about him.

"Then what?" he asked.

"It's a bit like making living corpses that no one knows about in western Hunan, but the biggest difference is that mine is a prop, and others are real." Jiang Yiming said, "The yellow talisman is actually a medium prop for gathering energy. , rather than a tool that can trigger any effect, some people always think that different talisman papers can induce lightning, exorcise evil spirits, etc., but it is actually a misunderstanding."

"The final value and function of the talisman paper is related to the Feng Shui master used, such as the current one." Jiang Yiming looked at Zhong Sheng.

He held another yellow talisman in his hand, and his eyes were half closed: "The soul is easy to be at ease, but the heart is hard to be at ease. Returning to rest, resting calmly and stopping thoughts, the water of a clear mirror, the wind of no dust; if you want to repay the three thousand dharma vows, call it Huangquan, all souls are quiet, order!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the talisman paper held between his fingers suddenly burst into white flames, and the circle of yellow talismans on the ground seemed to respond, and the white flames ignited methodically one after another. Dead bodies surrounded it.

The white flames are not hot, and even have a slight chill.

The talisman paper burned up in the blink of an eye, but there was not even ash left.

Zhong Sheng had hardly seen Jiang Yiming do these things in front of him. Those words that sounded like a bible to him, sang from Jiang Yiming's mouth, with a touch of ancient precipitation and solemnity, revealing an unbearable feeling. Pondering over Yan Qing's sense of mystery.

The prop man lying in the firelight had his chest rise and fall a little, as if he was breathing lightly.

Zhong Sheng opened his eyes slightly, Jiang Yiming smiled slightly and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's done."

"This is not a living corpse, nor is it any other Gu's work. It just uses some tricks to make him look like a living body." Jiang Yiming knelt down and propped up the corpse with a slightly heaving chest. lift up.

Seeing this, Zhong Sheng took it over, and at Jiang Yiming's request, he placed the person upright in the corner of the prop pile, and drew a curtain to block the thing.

"Looking at your reaction, it shouldn't be a problem to deceive people with the naked eye, but Ma Mengqi, to a greater extent, should be attracted by the talisman energy in the body of the prop introduced just now. This should be the bait." Jiang Yiming clapped Clap your hands, "Just wait for a chance later to let it let down its guard and come over."

He said, looking at Zhong Sheng: "Maybe I need to borrow some people from you—well-trained, obedient, fearless and courageous in the face of danger."

Jiang Yiming put forward specific requirements one by one. After all, there must be someone on the set, and we can't evacuate cleanly like now.

He had to create a daily atmosphere, but if there were ordinary people in the crew on the set, it would be easy to mess up.

Maybe when he saw Ma Mengqi tearing off the rotten flesh and trying to squeeze his skin into the prop, one or two screamed and his legs were weak, which hindered him instead.

He needs some group performers who can pretend not to see the abnormal scene and calmly follow the arrangement.

Zhong Sheng nodded slightly, and replied: "Yes."

Jiang Yiming was relieved when he heard the words, and he looked at the corner where the prop was hidden, and said, "I hope it can stay here peacefully and not be discovered by others."

"Ok?"

"If someone finds that the dead body of the prop is breathing, isn't that a ghost story?" Jiang Yiming gave him a sideways look.

Zhong Sheng laughed.

"Okay, I've almost finished all the things to be arranged here, let's go back." Jiang Yiming glanced at the props, gathered the things together, and planned to leave with Zhong Sheng.

When passing by the work shed that Teng Qinghua had built before, Jiang Yiming subconsciously glanced there, and saw figures passing by there.

He frowned slightly, and exchanged a glance with Zhong Sheng: "Why is there still someone on the set?"

The two walked over, only to see a man wearing heavy black glasses sitting in the shed. His skin was very fair and a little puffy. He was sitting in the shed, his fingers were dancing on the computer keyboard, and the sound of typing was very rhythmic. soon.

"Mo Langqing?" Jiang Yiming raised his eyebrows slightly, he didn't expect the original author to come here.

He walked over, looked away at the other party's computer, and saw that Mo Langqing subconsciously raised his hand to block it. He smiled, looked away lightly, and asked, "Why are you here? All the screenwriters have gone back to the hotel , are you not with them?"

"It's quieter here." The man raised his glasses and said, "What about you? Why are you here? And this one is..."

"My friend, I haven't seen what the set looks like, so bring him here to see." Jiang Yiming smirked, obviously Mo Langqing didn't tell the truth, so he didn't have a good attitude to make excuses to explain, and he didn't mind if the other party would will see through.

Mo Lang choked, looking at Zhong Sheng's expensive clothes and extraordinary temperament, even if he didn't know who this person was, he knew that such a person would not come to the set to "see and see".

Jiang Yiming knocked on the table, just as he was about to remind him, his expression changed slightly. He subconsciously touched the place where the ancient coins were hidden on his wrist, and narrowed his eyes suddenly.

——Ancient coins reacted here.

"Don't come to the set if you have nothing to do, don't you know that work has been suspended recently?" Jiang Yiming calmed down, straightened his clothes as if nothing had happened, and asked indifferently.

"I heard, but the studio is not closed yet, so I thought..." Mo Langqing subconsciously explained.

Jiang Yiming interrupted him impatiently, raised his eyebrows and said: "Then the studio is closed now, I have the final say."

Mo Langqing was startled.

"Take your things and leave the set." Jiang Yiming said.

Mo Langqing's face was a little ugly, he looked at Jiang Yiming, Jiang Yiming had a cold expression on his face, and he reluctantly nodded: "Then I'll go first."

"By the way, what were you writing just now?" Jiang Yiming raised his hand to stop Mo Langqing from closing the computer, and looked at him and asked.

"...It's nothing, it's just an updated content serialized on the Internet." Mo Langqing laughed dryly, but the next second, before he recovered, the computer was snatched by Jiang Yiming with cleverness, and he didn't know why , It was clearly in his hand one second before, but the next second he was pushed by Jiang Yiming, and it was in his hand.

"Who knows that the water ghost's ability will become stronger the longer it stays on the shore. Not only can it move freely in the rapids that took its life away, but it can also skillfully hide in various waters. Where there is water, it can go with the trend. It hides everywhere, traps everyone in its giant web. And it is like the spider that weaves this giant web, Standing at the highest point, countless compound eyes are quietly looking at all its prey."

Jiang Yiming read out the latest update posted by Mo Langqing on the Internet, his face darkened, and he looked at the man: "You wrote this?"

"You take what we personally experienced in the crew as a plot?" Jiang Yiming looked at him coldly, his voice was so cold that it could drop slag.

Mo Langqing's face was embarrassing, he grabbed the computer, and the expression on his face was also not good-looking: "It's just to use the material."

"That's all?" Jiang Yiming clenched his fists suddenly.

No wonder he wondered why Ma Mengqi's ability suddenly changed. It turned out that Mo Langqing used these accidents in the crew as plots.

Mo Langqing's chapter update content, how many netizens are online at the same time?

How much will the total amount be achieved within 24 hours?

This is a real event. Since Ma Mengqi exists, he will grow stronger because of his belief in the power of existence. This is similar to Buddhist temples.

Regardless of whether this level of "belief" is positive or negative, Ma Mengqi's ability will change accordingly.

Zhong Sheng held Jiang Yiming's wrist. If it wasn't for this, a bruise might appear on Mo Langqing's face in the next second.

Mo Langqing was taken aback by Jiang Yiming's rare gloomy appearance, and quickly ran away with the computer.

Jiang Yiming took a deep breath, sat down and pinched his eyebrows, his face was full of fatigue, not because of physical exhaustion, but because of the deep powerlessness born from the bottom of his heart.

He murmured in a low voice: "Ignorance leads to arrogance, arrogance leads to contempt, and lack of awe leads to tragedy. How can someone understand?"