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

Playing God and Playing Ghosts No.30 Two Days The Tricked Young Master Jiang: You Picked the Wrong Persimmon

Jiang Yiming was the first to notice something was wrong with Minghao.

He was lying on Yu Minghao's right side. Yu Minghao woke up the moment his breathing became rapid. He suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head to look over.

He habitually kept quiet, for fear of alarming the enemy, but after he looked around, his eyes were helplessly fixed on the walkie-talkie beside Yu Minghao's head.

The switch of the walkie-talkie was turned on at some point, and there were intermittent breathing sounds from inside.

He propped up half of his body and reached for the walkie-talkie.

The walkie-talkie was in Jiang Yiming's hands, and it was ringing conscientiously, which was a bit different from the walkie-talkie that disappeared suddenly during the day.

Jiang Yiming raised his eyebrows, flicked his fingers to switch off the intercom, and the sound of breathing stopped.

He raised his hand, hesitantly paused on Yu Minghao's shoulder, he still didn't pat him on the shoulder to comfort him, but just knocked on the empty bed next to Yu Minghao: "Don't pretend to be asleep when you are awake, open your eyes and see, It's just a prank by the show crew."

Hearing this, Yu Minghao froze, opened his eyes slowly, his eyelashes were still trembling, and then saw a walkie-talkie in front of his eyes.

Jiang Yiming turned on the walkie-talkie, and the breathing sound that had sounded against Yu Minghao before appeared again. He turned it off, and the surroundings returned to silence.

Yu Minghao: "..."

Jiang Yiming snorted with a half-smile, and poked the intercom with his slender and beautiful fingers: "The program group originally planned to give me this intercom, that is to say, I was the one who wanted to prank me?"

Yu Minghao reacted, he looked at Jiang Yiming, for some reason, he felt that the tone of the other party's words was a little dangerous.

Jiang Yiming glanced at Yu Minghao, then at Xie He and Qin Haiqing who were lying down, and let out a light sigh.

His voice was lowered, but it was clearly captured by the microphone in the live broadcast.

Jiang Yiming's gaze turned to the camera, and he said slowly, "What? Because I'm the least famous of the four, I'm the best bully? The most suitable for being tricked to make a program effect?"

"Then you really picked the wrong persimmon." Jiang Yiming laughed, his eyes were smiling, no anger could be seen, and even his tone of voice was clear and soft.

But the more this is the case, the more Yu Minghao feels that he is not to be messed with.

Seeing Jiang Yiming snap the switch, he released the aura of pinching and exploding the walkie-talkie.

[I actually heard a hint of threatening the program group? 】

[I feel the aura from an [-]-line body! 】

[Based on my 20 years of experience in real estate sales, I think Jiang Yiming has a lot of background]

【Hahaha It's a good thing I didn't go to bed, or I would have missed it!I like Jiang Yiming's tough bar! 】

[This program group is also absolutely terrible, heavy rain, abandoned houses, spider webs, and fragmented "female corpses", is this already miserable enough?Why do you want to engage in such a horrible prank! 】

[For a while, I don’t know whether I should feel sorry for Mingming who was targeted by the program group, or the innocent Yuyu who was scared for no reason hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

【And I was laughing so loudly hahahahaha】

The threatened program group——

"Who?! Who is it?!" Xue Ke held her head and screamed in horror, "Who came up with such a bad idea to scare Young Master Jiang!"

"Who can't you scare? Why did you pick the tricky young master Jiang?" Xue Yang sighed.

"Participate in a variety show, why not participate if you can't afford it?" The prop team leader said indifferently.

He sat on a small stool and took a sip of instant noodles. On another low stool in front of him was a small induction cooker, frying luncheon meat. The aroma radiated out, making everyone's stomach growl.

He took a piece of meat to eat, and said as he ate: "Speak for yourself, here, Yu Minghao, fans of traffic, can you afford to provoke a new variety show? Xie He and Qin Haiqing, two old artist seniors, combined age You are about to be 90 or [-] years old, do you have the nerve to make trouble?"

"Aside from Jiang Yiming, who else can do it?" The head of the props team analyzed clearly.

Xue Ke sat next to the team leader with a dark face, and lowered his voice: "Do you think we can offend the precious grandson of the former commander Xia Weihe?"

The prop leader sprayed instant noodles from his nose.

"That's why you call Young Master Jiang?!" The prop team leader only knew one thing and didn't know the other, he just thought it was some rich second generation, or the young master from the high-level in Taiwan.

Xue Ke's face was as dark as a big bat: "Also, he is the second son of the Jiang family's leading invisible wealthy family—I mean, the real wealthy family, the generational wealthy family, the kind with family heritage, nothing Nouveau riche, a glass giant who has only been rich for 40 to [-] years."

"...Didn't you say it earlier?"

"Didn't you ask earlier? Who knew you were going to do something 'bad' to Young Master Jiang!" Xue Ke scolded.

The props team leader covered Xue Ke's mouth: "I don't! I'm not! Don't talk nonsense!"

After being tormented by the program group, Jiang Yiming's few drowsiness disappeared. He motioned Yu Minghao to change places with him. He sat up leaning against the wall, facing the prop female corpse opposite.

The "female corpse" drooped her head and sat by the window.

Because of the torrential rain just now, it was drenched all over, its hair was messy and wet tightly against its face, and the cold moonlight cast it down, making the female corpse's face even more terrifying.

Because of the previous accidental fall, its jaw was thrown out, and its empty mouth was wide open. The details were as realistic as a real person.

A flash of light flashed in Jiang Yiming's mind—why does it have no tongue?So much thought has been put into this prop that no pointless details are wasted.

Seeing that Jiang Yiming was always looking at the opposite side, Yu Minghao half-raised his upper body curiously and wondered and looked over: "What are you looking at?"

His gaze met the blank gaze of the female corpse, and Yu Minghao was shocked, feeling as if he was being stared at by the other party. He quickly withdrew his gaze, and asked with a mournful face, "Why are you staring at it in the middle of the night?"

【Curious about what Jiang Yiming is looking at...】

[This direction...should be the prop female corpse that frightened them before, right? 】

【No wonder Yuyu has such a crying emoji hahaha】

【But don't you think...Jiang Yiming staring at the female corpse without saying a word... is more scary...】

[Don't ask me why I want to watch this variety show in the middle of the night, not only to be scared by the guests and program crew, but also by the barrage upstairs]

[I don’t feel it if I don’t talk about it upstairs, but when I talk about it... I get goosebumps]

Jiang Yiming ignored him, got out of bed, strode past the camera lens, walked to the female corpse, and squatted down to check.

"No tongue..." he whispered to himself.

He thought of the script Qin Haiqing got.

[The girl was beaten and cried every night by bamboo sticks, until one day, the crying stopped abruptly, and no one saw the girl again. ]

At first, he thought it was an allusion to the murder of the girl.

If the prop in front of him is the victim in the script, then the girl may not be dead in Qin Haiqing's script.

Her tongue was pulled out, and she was unable to speak, and her tiny mosquito-like cries and moans could not be heard outside the house, so they were naturally ignored.

As soon as Jiang Yiming murmured, the wide-open window was blown shut by the sudden strong wind, and then creaked again, slowly returning to its original position.

Yu Minghao shuddered, startled.

Jiang Yiming suddenly turned his head and looked out the window. There was only a pile of straw outside the window, and the night looked peaceful and unthreatening.

He looked away, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the open glass window.

He paused, and his eyes instantly became sharp.

In the reflection of the glass window, behind the pile of straw, stood a thin figure of a woman. She was wearing a nightgown like a white gauze, which was completely different from the clothing style of the people here.

Jiang Yiming's pupils narrowed, and he could see more clearly—the woman only had one foot, and the other side of the skirt was empty, and it seemed that she would lose her center of gravity and fall when the wind blew.

With her back to Jiang Yiming, the haystack was blown up by the wind, covering the woman's figure for a while.

When the wind stopped, the figure of the woman was completely gone.

Jiang Yiming's face darkened, thinking of the mess of daily necessities they found in the house earlier - only a sock with one foot - they were still looking for the other one at first, thinking that it was hidden somewhere, maybe there were clues hidden in it, But now he understands why: the girl has only one foot.

Xue Ke is an old fritter.

Jiang Yiming returned to the bed without saying a word.

Yu Minghao swallowed, and he was sitting opposite Jiang Yiming, seeing Jiang Yiming's unusual reaction just now, but he didn't dare to ask, for fear of hearing the answer that he didn't need to sleep all night.

But on the other hand, he was extremely curious.

He raised and lowered his head hesitantly, stretching his neck like a baby bird waiting to be fed.

Jiang Yiming glanced at him: "You want to ask?"

Yu Minghao nodded hesitantly.

Jiang Yiming: "It's okay to ask, but are you sure you really want to hear it?"

Yu Minghao: "..." Well said.

Yu Minghao pursed his lips, looking hesitant.

It's just that Jiang Yiming didn't give him much time to hesitate, and after a glance at him, he knew that the other party was at war with each other, so he lay down and fell asleep on his own.

Yu Minghao was mentally prepared, and was about to ask, but when he turned his head, he saw Young Master Jiang hugging the quilt with his eyes closed, curled up on his side, his curly hair fluffed against his cheek.

Yu Minghao subconsciously lowered his breathing.

Clever!cute!

Don't ask!

Yu Minghao tiptoed back to bed, carefully controlling his long hands and feet so as not to wake people up.

【I!curious!What kind of riddle is this one or two! 】

[Why is the camera not moving!I don't know what Jiang Yiming did or saw when he ran over! 】

【Because I just went to sleep with the filming director on vacation】

[Scratching my heart and lungs to know what happened!Thinking about Yu Minghao's little expression, I feel it!There is something big! 】

[Big event +1! 】

[Although I know in my heart that it may be the effect of the show, but... this is a live broadcast!Is Yu Minghao's acting skills so good! 】

[?Thousands of fish meal are on the way]

No matter how uncomfortable the audience in the live broadcast room is, they should still sleep. Even the program crew went to rest in shifts, leaving only four staff members staring at the surveillance video, eyelids fighting and their heads heavy. , knocked and knocked in a daze.

No one noticed that in the monitoring screen outside the hut, at three o'clock in the middle of the night, the dogs in the village who were tied by chains somehow broke free from the chains and gathered from all directions.

Dozens of dogs gathered outside the house, bowed their bodies, as if they would pounce on and tear open the wooden house anytime and anywhere.

It's just that none of them have redundant movements, they seem to be competing with something.

Pairs of ears stood up vigilantly, and all the dogs' heads turned towards the hut in unison, looking ferocious and gloomy under the moonlight.

Just looking at the picture on the surveillance camera makes people shudder.

Dozens of dogs stood in a stalemate outside the house for more than ten minutes, and finally seemed to have lost the battle. They hung their tails between the two legs and left in despair.

Xie He and the others lying in the room didn't feel anything, they were sound asleep and even snored.

After the dozens of dogs left the house, Jiang Yiming quietly opened his eyes, and the yellow talisman in his hand was silently reduced to ashes.

Afterwards he slept until dawn, Jiang Yiming was woken up by Xie He, Qin Haiqing smiled and said from the side: "Young people can sleep, sleep so soundly, I am a little envious."

Jiang Yiming smirked twice without smiling.

You snored loudest last night.

Young master Jiang straightened his clothes to hide his achievements and fame.