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

Pretend to be a ghost No. 230, fifth day Jiang Yiming: "I'm not joking."

Although the young man in front of him was young, he looked only in his twenties, and it sounded ridiculous and exaggerated to say that he was the ancestor of Feng Shui, but now, no one would question him face to face.

After all, everyone saw that scene with their own eyes.

Looking at the few people from the Bureau of Motion Management who came back in despair, they all looked pale and were terrified. The situation at the scene must be more thrilling than what they saw from a distance.

Everyone looked at Jiang Yiming, and the people from the Bureau of Motion Management removed the field manager from the off-road vehicle and asked, "Then what should we do now?"

"Turn him over and show me." Jiang Yiming said, took a step forward, and squatted down.

Yu Minghao frowned, feeling that the distance between Young Master Jiang and the field manager seemed too close, which was not safe.

He nodded the young master's shoulder, worrying like an old mother: "Keep a safe distance?"

"It's okay." Jiang Yiming waved his hand.

The animal-like hair that grew out of the field manager's body was in clumps and was about to fade away, and the human face became more and more clear.

He didn't look anything out of the ordinary except for the hair that sticks too much out of his skin.

Even the nails that Assistant Yu Minghao mentioned before have changed back. There are only cracked nails, and mud and sawdust in the gaps between the fingers, which proves that what the assistant said earlier is not an exaggeration.

Jiang Yiming opened the field manager's hand. The back and palm of the hand were wrapped in gauze like a rice dumpling. It seemed that there was nothing serious, but there was always an unpleasant smell in the air.

Jiang Yiming asked his assistant to bring a pair of scissors, and cut off the tightly wrapped gauze, revealing the entire hand of the field manager.

The people around gasped one after another—there was only a small bite wound, festering and pus, and the periphery of the wound had turned black, and the original flesh color could not be seen.

"Didn't Xiao Zhang say that he went to get an injection and bandage? Why did the wound rot like this!?"

"Ouch, I think I saw a bug."

"My mother, no wonder I've always smelled a strange smell on the set these two days, it's this smell!"

"Hands are so rotten...why doesn't he say anything?"

Yu Minghao also had a look of being unable to bear it, leaving aside his assistant and ran to the outside to take a few breaths of fresh, cold air before he felt relieved.

He returned to the crowd, and returned to Jiang Yiming. At some point, Jiang Yiming had a small art knife in his hand. He saw the tip of the knife twirling on Jiang Yiming's finger, and cut directly into the field. In the skin and flesh of the necrotic palm.

The people around gasped again, their faces trembled, their eyelids trembled slightly, but they still didn't wake up.

The anesthesia seems to work well.

Jiang Yiming glanced at the movement of the scene and saw that the scene was still in order, so he took out a thing shaped like a small triangle bag from the inner pocket of his clothes, but it was wrapped in yellow-purple paper, and the paper was covered with cloth. It is full of scripture-like little tadpole characters.

Jiang Yiming murmured softly: "There are three strange suns, moons and stars in the sky, and the ghosts and gods are frightened all over the sky. This disciple is called the Patriarch Sanmao. Why don't gods ask for it, why don't ghosts be frightened, and be as urgent as a law!"

He read lightly and quickly, and the people around him could barely hear what he was muttering, but they saw the small triangle bag between his fingers suddenly burst into a small flame, which swished to the old man. high.

With a flick of Jiang Yiming's fingers, the small triangular bag that was lit with samadhi landed on the field manager's wound, and it was burned to ashes in a blink of an eye.

The scene manager who had passed out suddenly opened his eyes, roared in pain, and his eyes were wide open.

When the people around saw this, they screamed in surprise, and without Jiang Yiming saying anything, they hurriedly backed away several meters.

"He-he-he eyes!" someone in the crowd stammered and screamed.

The scene manager opened his tightly closed eyes, revealing a pair of bright yellow eyes with slender black pupils, which looked like the eyes of a beast.

His strength also skyrocketed suddenly, because of the pain, the other hand tried to push Jiang Yiming away.

Seeing Yu Minghao, he immediately went up to help.

However, Jiang Yiming moved faster than him, suddenly turned over and straddled the court attendant's waist, his two long legs clamped the court attendant's arm, and his strength was stronger than the opponent's. Can't make money.

Yu Minghao let out a light "excuse me", and after he realized it, he quickly asked, "What can I do for you?"

At this moment, the people on the side also realized that the people from the Bureau of Motion Management hurried back to the off-road vehicle: "I'll bring another tranquilizer gun!"

"Damn, this dose of anesthesia can even make a big wild boar faint for an afternoon, why does it lose its effect so quickly on him?"

"Don't say there's nothing left, load up the anesthesia bomb and give him another shot."

"No need." Jiang Yiming dropped a word lightly, and then freed a hand, clenched into a fist, and the protruding knuckles twitched quickly and hard on the side of the frantic field manager's neck.

The field manager rolled his eyes and passed out again.

"This time I can live in peace for a long time." Jiang Yiming said, looking at the crowd scattered a few meters away, only Yu Minghao stood closer.

He raised his eyebrows and beckoned someone to come over: "Come and help me turn on a light, the light is too poor at night, take a good look at the bloody hole, see if there is anything coming out, and bring me a transparent cup."

"What?" Yu Minghao asked, handing Jiang Yiming a glass.

On the set, a staff member ran to bring a lamp, and when the lamp was turned on, it made people dizzy for a moment.

Little Young Master Jiang crouched so badly that he stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, and frowned slightly.

Yu Minghao immediately moved the lamp away with foresight, and asked people to take it away in disgust: "This is causing trouble, take it away."

After he finished speaking, he immediately pulled out the flashlight of his mobile phone, pointed it at the man's wound, and asked, "Is this light okay?"

Jiang Yiming nodded, and used an art knife to open a little wound. The pus-filled liquid mixed with blood flowed out thinly. He looked like he was looking for something.

Yu Minghao held his breath and watched from the side. After squatting for two or three minutes, he didn't see anything.

Jiang Yiming looked up at him: "You can't squat anymore?"

Yu Minghao immediately smiled flatteringly: "No, I'll change my foot."

The surrounding onlookers, or the group performers, or the staff, or the director team all twitched their mouths, and some of them didn't see it--the top-tier stars are so stupid.

Tang Xianli covered his eyes, just like that, didn't he mean to sink into the bottom of the river?

"Speaking of which, what are we looking for?" Yu Minghao asked in a low voice.

Jiang Yiming "hush" him, and lazily said: "Don't make noise, wait."

Yu Minghao immediately fell silent, not daring to speak.

Seeing this, the others quieted down one by one. Although they didn't understand why, they also stared blankly at the wound on the field manager's hand.

What are you waiting for... As time passed by, everyone was thinking about this question in their hearts.

Look at Jiang Yiming again, he doesn't seem to be nervous when he is lazily, it seems that it shouldn't be a big deal, right?

Young Master Jiang is a little sleepy, and his eyelids are almost closed. Thanks to the strict supervision of Rapunzel and his own nanny and bodyguard, as well as the active cooperation of Director Tang, since he joined the group, he has never been later than twelve o'clock in the morning. slept.

At this point in time, the standard has been strictly exceeded.

Suddenly, Young Master Jiang, who was about to doze off, suddenly opened his eyes, stretched out a hand, and said, "It's about to come out, the cup."

"Here it is... oh, here it is." Yu Minghao looked down, and saw the glass dangling on the ground, he quickly handed it to Jiang Yiming.

Jiang Yiming turned the cup down, half-touching the wound.

Unknowingly, the wound has almost stopped bleeding and pus, and the festering carrion on the side, as well as the triangular bun that caught fire just now, seemed to be burnt together, clean.

Not long after Jiang Yiming finished speaking, everyone saw a yellow-brown insect like a puddle of ooze, with countless small feet, slowly opening the flesh and blood of the wound, from the flesh crawled out.

Among the onlookers, some could not bear the nausea and ran to the side to retch.

When the bug completely escaped from the wound and crawled out of the wound, its movements immediately became quicker, and it was about to jump out in a jiffy, but Jiang Yiming suddenly covered the glass and was trapped in it.

"What is this?" Yu Minghao wrinkled his nose in disgust, and quickly asked his assistant to take over.

"Grass ticks, the kind without shells." The person from the Bureau of Motion Control next to them saw it at a glance and said.

Jiang Yiming twitched the corners of his mouth, taking it as a default.

The relationship between this thing and the yellow skin is like an epiphany. People who are fostered by this thing will start to change from their appearance, gradually tending towards the yellow skin, and then gradually, even their behavior and living habits will completely change. Yellow skin.

Just ask the old hunters in the old forests in the Northeast, seven or eight out of ten will talk about the yellow skin, and they will say that the yellow skin is very evil, and once it is entangled, it is life for life.

This so-called life-for-life exchange actually turned into this appearance.

It is considered early to discover the field affairs like this. This is just a gradual change in the appearance, and it can be contained.

Jiang Yiming asked people to burn the "grass tick" together with the glass, and the sound of the glass bursting in the fire was clear and crisp.

He stood by the fire, the flames reflected Jiang Yiming's face flushed slightly.

"If the bug comes out, will people be all right?" A person from the Bureau of Motion Control asked on the sidelines.

Hearing the words, Jiang Yiming turned his head to look at the other party, and said casually: "After the field manager wakes up, kneel down in the direction that the yellow leather man left, and apologize."

After he finished speaking, he flicked his finger, and threw an ancient coin into the fire, which coincidentally pressed on the "grass tick", making it unable to move until it was roasted into a puddle of water , did it again, and it was completely dead.

The people from the Bureau of Motion Management thought Jiang Yiming was joking, and laughed in agreement: "It's really all right? It's so strange. Could it be this tick?"

"I'm serious." Jiang Yiming glanced at the man, then glanced at the ancient coins in the fire, thought about it and still didn't take it back, it was disgusting.

Movement Management Bureau: "..."

Apologize?

Only the people who were there that day and saw how the field manager pulled out the little yellow skin were shocked and understood what Jiang Yiming was talking about.

Those people looked at each other in blank dismay, no one knew how Jiang Yiming knew about this.

Someone boldly asked: "But Xiao Zhang saved that thing, he saved that..."

"Holding and dragging, without any love and pity for living beings, is this considered salvation?" Jiang Yiming interrupted, "A charity out of morality, benevolence and righteousness..." He paused and sneered.

"Huang Pizi is very spiritual. He can distinguish who should be repaid and who should be repaid," he said.

The person next to him widened his eyes: "You really know! But...you weren't there at that time?"

"I said before, there are no secrets in the world that I don't know." Jiang Yiming clicked his tongue, "Keep this in mind, I'm not joking."

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