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

Pretend to be a ghost No. 210, Day [-]. [Countdown ends. Part [-]] Young Master Jiang: "But who told him to meet me (￢_￢)"

Zhang Hanyu was so frightened by what Jiang Yiming added later that he withdrew his hand. As an artist, good skin is the foundation, otherwise he would be ridiculed to death.

The little girl rubbed her hands with lingering fear.

Seeing this, Jiang Yiming twitched the corners of his mouth, and said, "Although that thing is nothing to be afraid of, this is still not the place for you to stay."

Hearing this, the two young men nodded in agreement and looked at Jiang Yiming expectantly—is this going to send them back to a safe place?

"Go back where you came from, don't wander around." Jiang Yiming narrowed his eyes.

Young Master Jiang is like a human being, how could he not understand the meaning in the eyes of those two young people?But he didn't show affection at all, and the second half of the sentence directly shattered the fantasy of the two young people.

When the two heard what Jiang Yiming said, their eyes froze, and they froze in place as if they didn't realize it.

Jiang Yiming didn't care what the reaction of those two people was, he turned around and planned to leave.

He looked at Zhong Sheng next to him, reached out and lifted the bandage on the man's back twice, and asked in a low voice of concern, "Is the wound not stretched?"

Zhong Sheng smiled and pulled Jiang Yiming's hand.

She's trying to mess with him.

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"Let me tell you, someone with delicate skin and tender flesh like you is especially attracted to certain things. Follow me closely." Jiang Yiming threatened seriously, and while talking, he turned his arm towards Zhong Sheng crutches, implying that Zhong Sheng had better hug him tightly.

Zhong Sheng smiled secretly in his heart, nodded with seriousness on his face, hooked the young master's arm, and said, "Then I will do this."

Young Master Jiang glanced at Rapunzel's hand from the corner of his eye, and nodded when he was satisfied.

Neither of the two paid any attention to the person behind them. It was quite exciting to talk about a tryst. It would be more appropriate if there were not piles of white bones around.

Compared with the trepidation of the latter two, Jiang Yiming and Zhong Sheng can be said to be a little too leisurely.

—Except for two people, they look somewhat embarrassed now.But in fact, the wounds on their bodies were no longer serious. If the medical staff inspected the scene, they would be surprised that the wounds on Zhong Sheng's back were nothing like the hideous ones they looked.

After walking back and forth in this darkroom several times, Jiang Yiming already had a vague map in his mind, and he knew the structure of the darkroom clearly.

It's like an elevator shaft dug out by a drunk builder, a downward space, but sloping.

Maybe Zhang Hanyu and Fang Xia didn't notice the difference between the environment when they first entered this space and the environment on the left and right sides they have gone down a little bit now, but for Jiang Yiming, it is a familiar and sensitive person. -Sense of displacement space.

The dark room descends from the third floor outside the villa, presenting itself like a slope. The slope is not large, but if you feel carefully, you can still feel the overall downward trend.

This feeling of slowly going deep into the bottom is like penetrating into the depths of hell, especially in a dark and lacking light place, which is particularly uncomfortable.

But this is not critical.

When Jiang Yiming and Zhong Sheng strayed into this darkroom for the first time, they followed Zhang Xihan to the third floor, and the darkroom at this height is like an open and empty hallway, without much stuff.

And as they went deeper, the space gradually became wider.Not only did the huge projected monster chase them, but piles of white bones appeared on both sides of the aisle, reflecting the phosphorescent light.

The layout of the entire darkroom is like a "you" character. The darkroom on the third floor is a lonely vertical column on the top of the "you", and the more you go down, the more "rich and colorful".

The "you" typeface, in such an environment like an underground palace, is mostly used for tombs.

Coupled with this mountain of white bones, Jiang Yiming even thought of the idea of ​​the burial pit.

Jiang Yiming thought of these things almost instinctively: This place is like a tomb hidden in the residence of the living, where the living and the dead live together.

——Such speculation is really jaw-dropping.

But Jiang Yiming couldn't find an explanation that was more in line with the facts at hand.

If this is a sacrificial pit, then beyond the surrounding bones, it should be the central tomb, where the real owner of the tomb is buried.

With such a concept, Jiang Yiming seemed like a fish in water—after all, to be honest, this was his former job as a master, and it was something he was familiar with.

It's hard for Jiang Yiming to imagine that it's already the 21st century, and something familiar from the previous life appeared in front of his eyes again, which made him think that the experience of the previous life really lingered.

But because Zhong Sheng was by his side, the body temperature from the back of his hand made him clearly aware that there was a person standing by his side all the time, who neither regarded him as a savior nor a disaster, and even that person was willing to go Be his savior.

——Everything is different from the previous life.

Jiang Yiming knew that he was going through some kind of change—this unexpected experience made him face up to the past that he didn't want to recall again and again. This gentle but strong gesture pulled him out of the horns.

This kind of change is of course good, but Jiang Yiming is not familiar with it. He needs time to adapt, and he needs to endure pain to adapt. This kind of change is like cutting off rotten flesh in order to rejuvenate - those memories are of course rotten flesh .

But Jiang Yiming is sure that he will adapt to the changes.

Jiang Yiming is naturally extremely proud of his abilities and talents as the great master who raised his hand to touch the dragon's veins and covered the world with prosperity in his previous life. He has never been ashamed of his abilities and talents.

Even in this life, he is still proud and conceited, and occasionally behaves like a little bastard, making his teeth itch with anger, but no one knows that Jiang Yiming in this life is always here because of the shadow of the past. He dared not sleep in the middle of the night—he was actually afraid of the abilities and talents he had always been proud of.

But now, it seems that something is different.Such power is no longer a shackle of fear—use it, fear it, not possess it.

As a result, Jiang Yiming now seems to be strolling in the garden, and no longer regards those annoying and clumsy young people as responsibilities that he must bear-in the past, he always felt that these responsibilities and pressures, even pain, were He had to bear the compensation and atonement for those villagers who died, but it was different now.

Young Master Jiang began to free himself, but this was not a good thing for other people, after all, their life-saving straw no longer felt that they had to be their life-saving straw.

After all, Jiang Yiming is not the kind of person who wants to pursue the truth to the end.In his eyes, the troublesome matter in front of him has already been solved, so he doesn't need to worry too much. It's like he has let go of a worry. At this moment, Jiang Yiming even has the leisure to look at other people. It's lively.

He doesn't need to know who these bones were and why they died, and he doesn't need to know what schemes Chen Hening is planning, what's in this dark room tomb...or whether there are other people involved in this matter. and.

——Jiang Yiming only needs to make this villa peaceful. As for the bones found here, there will naturally be professional people to take over.

To tell the truth, if it wasn't for the fact that they are always locked up here, and they are not allowed to leave, the current Jiang Yiming wouldn't even bother to intervene in this matter.

After passing through the sacrificial pit, it should be the central tomb, which is the purpose of his entering the dark room this time.

Jiang Yiming drew a map in his mind and calculated, but he didn't notice that the two young people who were supposed to leave behind him came up again.

"We, can we follow you? We don't talk much, we don't matter much, and we just follow behind you." Zhang Hanyu boldly asked.

Jiang Yiming frowned, his thoughts were interrupted, and he turned his head to look over.

Fang Xia was standing next to Zhang Hanyu, and when she saw Jiang Yiming looking over, she quickly nodded in agreement: "We have a little way to go in, I am afraid that we will encounter something when we go back, why don't we just follow you, we have mutual understanding Take care."

"Take care of each other?" Jiang Yiming bit his voice, not in a good temper, he raised his eyebrows and looked over, "Or should I take care of you two?"

It can be said that he didn't give any face.

The two young men Fang Xia and Zhang Hanyu froze in place, shy and embarrassed, as if the last fig leaf had been ripped off, maybe they didn't expect Jiang Yiming to speak so bluntly.

Fang Xia blushed, murmured and bit the bullet, and just said: "Please let us follow!"

Jiang Yiming couldn't bear this kind of stubborn people, he gave a "tsk" and waved his hand impatiently: "Forget it, keep up."

Zhang Hanyu was overjoyed, her eyes lit up, she and Fang Xia quickly took two steps forward, and followed Young Master Jiang closely, like two little tails.

Zhong Sheng didn't have any opinion, and didn't care, he just looked down at Young Master Jiang who was neither impatient nor refused.

He knows best the tenderness of his little master hidden under the shell.

After the group arrived at the center of the underground palace with the word "you", Jiang Yiming stopped.

He looked around, and the place he could see was full of bones, and the place that should be the central tomb was so clean that there were only stone slabs and nothing.

Zhang Hanyu and Fang Xia were also looking around. The more they looked at the two young people, the more they looked familiar. Fang Xia said "ah" in a low voice: "This is the place in the photo frame..."

"That's right, that's right, this place is indeed more like where he is standing." Zhang Hanyu nodded vigorously, and at the same time couldn't help but move closer to Jiang Yiming and Zhong Sheng.

Jiang Yiming frowned and looked at the two of them.

Fang Xia and Zhang Hanyu immediately realized that they had violated their promise not to speak out, and quickly shut their mouths tightly.

"What's the photo frame you're talking about?" Jiang Yiming asked aloud, seeing the nervousness of the two, the corners of his mouth twitched speechlessly, so there's no need to be so afraid of him?

"It's the photo frames in Chen Hening's room, each with the same scene, and he is standing here!" Zhang Hanyu said hastily, "We accidentally came in from Chen Hening's room."

Jiang Yiming looked at Zhang Hanyu suddenly.

"Chen Hening?"

Zhang Hanyu eagerly stood on the stone slab, lowered her head slightly, leaned her neck to one side, and showed Jiang Yiming what she saw on the photo frame: "Chen Hening is in this posture... Huh?"

She was taken aback for a moment, and blinked her eyes: "There is a line of words over there? One thought of life, one thought of death, often repeated, life and death are fearless..."

"What do you mean?" Zhang Hanyu looked up, wondering.

"This place is so dark, you can still see the words?" Fang Xia also looked at Zhang Hanyu's angle, but couldn't see anything.

"Yes...you can only see it by standing here? Come and try!" Zhang Hanyu hurriedly pulled Fang Xia to stand up.

Sure enough, Fang Xia saw it too, and opened her eyes wide in surprise.

When Jiang Yiming heard Zhang Hanyu read this sentence, he already understood.

In fact, Chen Hening had told him a long time ago, but Chen Hening was confident that no one could guess his answer.

"Some people seem to be dead while they are alive, and some people are dead but live forever, and their shadows are everywhere." Jiang Yiming sneered, no wonder the place that should be the central tomb is very clean, only Such a thing.

Just as he guessed before, the relationship between Chen Hening, the soul here, and this house is like merging with each other.

From the point of view of feng shui, the center of the underground palace has always been the place where the strongest thoughts of these souls gather.

Chen Hening voluntarily turned himself into a bridge carrying these souls, and in exchange for some kind of inevitable existence, the memories of these souls, even the memories that these souls can spy on as psychics, have become shared, even if these people have become Became bones, they are still "alive" in a certain sense through this house and Chen Hening.

This should be the reason for Chen Hening's secrets hidden in the underground palace, setting up images, and intimidating and disturbing uninvited guests.

He is conceited and believes that he is perfectly arranged, extremely smart, no one can break his secret, and at the same time has a strong desire to express - he, a poor little wretch who was abandoned by his relatives since he was a child, has such an extraordinary talent, even He is using such a talent to carry out such a shocking and unprecedented thing, but no one knows about it—such contradictory thoughts are probably the ultimate reason for the current situation.

Jiang Yiming stepped on the slate, kicked the slate with his toes, and smiled.

"Indeed, he's pretty good, very smart, and he played around with people from the very beginning." Young Master Jiang raised the corner of his mouth, and a yellow talisman ignited out of thin air between his fingers, but it was a bright white flame.

The flame fell between the ditches of the stone slabs, and immediately spread like a spark.

"But who told him to meet me." He lowered his eyes, covering his eyes full of sarcasm, watching this underground palace, which was almost as bright as day in the blink of an eye.