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

Playing Gods and Playing Ghosts No.30 Nine Days

Before the old mayor recovered, he saw a yellow talisman between Jiang Yiming's fingers, and the cinnabar on the talisman shone faintly, as if it was flowing.

Jiang Yiming sneered coldly, his body shook, and his words were full of sarcasm: "The yellow talisman is not used like this. You are old, so you may not really know how to use it."

——He obviously still remembered the doubts he had when they first met.

Jiang Yiming jumped up on the seat, exerted force on his waist in the air, turned half of his body, pointed his fingertips in the air, and the yellow talisman was unbiased, and it was sticking to the gossip mirror.

He landed lightly, with force in his fingers, the ancient coin lock slipped from his cuff into his palm.

As if the ancient coin was conscious, what Jiang Yiming thought in his mind was the direction the ancient coin was pointing to.

The two ancient coins were inserted into the trunks of the two poplar trees in the hall, and the surroundings of the trunks were scorched quickly, as if scorched by real fire.

As soon as Jiang Yiming landed, he felt a chill on his cheeks. He jumped away subconsciously, and in mid-air, he turned sideways 180 degrees in a posture almost impossible for ordinary people. cheek, cutting off a lock of curly hair on his forehead.

——If it weren't for the little lock of hair at the foot, no one would realize what happened just now.

Jiang Yiming's expression became serious, and the ancient coin passed across his fingertips, cutting a bloody mouth.He leaped in the air, exerting strength with his fingertips, the blood drop condensed into a round blood drop, which accurately and quickly hit the yellow talisman on the mirror.

The cinnabar on the yellow talisman seemed to be stimulated by blood beads, the cinnabar shone brightly, and the whole talisman started to tremble with the gossip mirror, making a sound like "cracking, cracking, cracking".

"I... Did I see something?" Yu Minghao swallowed, and asked cautiously in a low voice.

Qin Haiqing remained silent. After so many years of filming, he finally got it real.

The gossip mirror began to have broken lines, and within a few seconds, they all scattered and fell to the ground.

Xie He and the others backed away in a hurry, almost being splashed by the glass.

A howl like a strong wind and the scream of an evil ghost flashed across the ear, stinging the eardrum severely.

The old mayor's eyes widened in shock, his fingers trembled, and he pointed at Jiang Yiming for a long time without holding back a word. He rolled his eyes and fell to the ground with a "clang" and passed out.

Jiang Yiming gave the old mayor half of his attention, and when he saw that he was still breathing, he looked away again.

The ancient red thread lock in his hand was wrapped round and round around his wrist, making his wrist white and skinny, giving people a vague sense of beauty of power.

"This is just now?!" Yu Minghao exclaimed in a low voice, looking at Jiang Yiming in disbelief, as if he was hanging Wia, the neatness and gorgeousness made people dumbfounded, and just a few seconds ago the The screeching sound of the explosion made him feel like he was watching some kind of holographic ghost movie.

"Is this a good show made by the program group and everyone?" Yu Minghao still couldn't believe it, and tried to find the three views of socialist youth to explain the scene in front of him.

He rubbed his eyes hard, and saw Jiang Yiming rushing out, holding a yellow talisman in each hand, and suddenly slapped it on the tree trunk.

"Heaven and earth are boundless, the universe borrows the law, exorcises evil spirits, protects life and protects body, wisdom is clear and peaceful, the mind is peaceful, the three souls are eternal, the soul is not lost, and urgency is like a law!" With a sound, they stand in a row.

The red ropes are as thin as needles, and they are connected in series one by one, like swords, each piece is straight and as hard as a rock.

He grasped the seven-coin magic sword with his backhand, and slashed at the tree trunk with one sword!

The center of the trunks of the two poplar trees split open, revealing the hollow and decayed cores, and the rhizomes were faintly visible.

He picked apart the rhizome with a sword, and with a low shout, the trunks burst open one after another, and the soil splashed out, revealing the bones buried underneath.

Yu Minghao gasped: "It's a bone!"

"It's really buried at home... Of course I can't sleep well!" Qin Haiqing couldn't help but glanced at the old mayor, cursing with a sullen face.

Jiang Yiming also picked up the soil under another tree, revealing another pile of bones.

He pinched out two pieces of talisman paper again, but they were plain.

He raised his hand, and two pieces of plain talisman paper floated in the air, swinging down slowly.

The yellow talisman destroys spirits, and the plain talisman saves ghosts.

At the same time, Jiang Yiming quickly read: "Lingbao talisman, tell the nine heavens; kill demons and bind evil, save thousands of ghosts. Hurry like a law!"

The last syllable of his talisman fell, and the plain talisman papers each fell on the two piles of bones, sparking fire, and the flames engulfed the two piles of bones in an instant.

Looking at the two piles of flickering flames, Yu Minghao seemed to feel a little sense of security. He poked his head out from behind Qin Haiqing and Xie He and asked, "This, is this cremation?"

Hearing the words, Jiang Yiming looked at Yu Minghao, raised his eyebrows slightly at Yu Minghao's remarks, nodded after thinking for a second, and said, "That's right."

He stood by the firelight, his eyes became brighter and brighter. He looked at the two poplar trees that were gradually being burned. In the firelight, the figures of two young girls seemed to be walking towards him.

Yu Minghao held his breath, he couldn't see it as clearly as Jiang Yiming, he only vaguely felt as if he saw two silhouettes, flickering in the firelight, he couldn't help turning his head to look at Xie He and Qin Haiqing : "Have you seen it?"

"I see, Kid Jiang set those two piles of bones on fire without any kindling." Qin Haiqing said with a straight face, "The prop master of my crew must really want to have a long talk with him."

Yu Minghao: "..."

He looked at Xie He again: "Mr. Xie, did you see it?"

"I saw it. It's not unusual. When Mr. Jiang came back to my house, he lit a fire in the bathtub filled with water."

"..." What strange things are you talking about!

"Didn't you see there are two silhouettes there?" Yu Minghao couldn't help asking clearly.

Xie He and Qin Haiqing looked over together: "What?"

Hearing what Yu Minghao said, Jiang Yiming looked over in surprise: "Can you see it?"

Ordinary people usually can't see ghosts. Take the situation in the rehearsal room last time as an example, ghosts can only be noticed by people through a medium such as a mirror, unless the ghost itself is strong enough to appear. It's another matter.

Jiang Yiming can't always see these things, and the talisman paper can help him enhance his power of seeing, so that all evil spirits can be revealed.

However, there are also a small number of people who are born with light characters and can see things that ordinary people can't see. Yu Minghao seems to be one of them.

When Jiang Yiming saw Yu Minghao nodding his head and showing him an expression that was about to cry, he wanted to laugh inappropriately—the least courageous person is the most likely to see unclean things, God still likes to play tricks on people so much.

"So, what is that?" Yu Minghao couldn't help asking, both scared and curious.

"It's just what you think." Jiang Yiming said, as if playing a charade.

Yu Minghao shrank back again.

No, I didn't think about anything.

Jiang Yiming's eyes turned back to the two fire lights, and the two girls walked in front of him in a blink of an eye.

Bai Zhi was the same as what he saw last night, she didn't have much resentment towards others, she just stood there flatly, the white gauze skirt on her body was only a little bloody at the bottom of the skirt.

The previously shattered gossip mirror did not seem to have caused her the slightest damage.

Jiang Yiming completely expected this.

The old mayor's claim that he doesn't understand Fengshui is not a lie, and his claim that the Eight Diagrams Mirror can attract ghosts is not an empty statement.

It's just that he couldn't see ghosts, he only felt something was there, so he wishfully thought that the gossip mirror collected the two dead souls, Baizhi and Yingzi, but in fact, it collected those who died in vain.

The yellow talisman he used earlier and the mantra he recited were not so much borrowing yang as inviting ghosts.

The old mayor only knew a little bit of superficiality, so he rashly intervened in it, and finally dragged himself down, and let those innocent souls who died in vain die unhappily.

Baizhi is one of the souls trapped here. The bones of her and Yingzi are buried under the poplar tree. The poplar tree is a natural yin tree. Although it is not as good as the five yin trees, it is still enough to attract yin energy. Near here, can't leave.

Bai Zhi walked one meter in front of Jiang Yiming, took another step forward and was stopped by the fire. She stopped and looked at Jiang Yiming, with a hint of pleading in her eyes, and a sound like a leak in her mouth. It's a bit blurry:

"Help me. Help me find that rope, and that pair of scissors, burn them, and help us get away."

Jiang Yiming understood, and after he nodded in response, the two figures completely disappeared in the firelight.

The fire climbed up the poplar tree, licked every branch and every green leaf of the poplar tree, and burned it cleanly, but avoided every tile and brick in the whole house without any deviation.

Jiang Yiming walked towards Qin Haiqing and the others. Except for Yu Minghao who seemed a little dazed, the other two seemed to accept it pretty well.

He smiled at the two of them and asked, "Are you okay?"

——Mainly ask Qin Haiqing.

"...There is no physical trauma, but mental healing is needed. Generally speaking, it is acceptable." Qin Haiqing said after a pause.

Jiang Yiming laughed when he heard the words, pointed to Xie He and said, "Then your reaction is much better than Xie He's first time seeing me, and your golden tongue almost got knotted."

Because of Xie He's eloquent hosting style, he has won the Golden Tongue Award for hosting for several years in a row, but now Jiang Yiming used it as a joke.

Xie He lowered his head helplessly and smiled: "That's because Mr. Jiang directly opened a black hole in front of my materialism."

Jiang Yiming grinned.

He turned to Yu Minghao again, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What about you? It was detected that you have mental trauma, from one to ten, please mark your trauma level?"

"Level eleven." Yu Minghao said expressionlessly.

Jiang Yiming squinted his eyes: "It seems that there is no cure."

Yu Minghao choked, and turned his head to seek psychological comfort from the filming directors: "What about you? What about you!"

The filming director refused to speak.

Jiang Yiming walked to the gate and opened it to let in the evening sunlight.He turned his head to look at the few people behind him who were still there: "Aren't you leaving? Do you like this place?"

"Let's go." Yu Minghao took the lead.

Jiang Yiming remembered, and said to the filming directors: "Remember to contact the program team and take this old man out."

Jiang Zhang nodded.

As soon as he stepped over the threshold, he heard the sound of helicopter propellers turning from the sky. He raised his arms and half-covered his eyes and saw a helicopter slowly landed at Baishui Lake.

"The program team actually drove a helicopter to rescue us!?" Yu Minghao opened his mouth in surprise, "But I don't think this helicopter can take away the eight of us..."

Jiang Yiming narrowed his eyes slightly, and raised the corner of his mouth, "It's not the program group." It's Rapunzel.

After he finished speaking, he looked at Yu Minghao again, and swallowed the remaining half of the sentence in a good mood:

What's more, I didn't intend to keep your position.