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

Pretending to be a ghost No.80 Four Days·【First Update】Jiang Yiming: "Aren't you going to play a pen game with me? Just play like this. It's time to start."

Yu Minghao complained with red eyes, he has always been timid, but he is born with light characters, so being targeted by the pen fairy is really a normal operation.

Jiang Yiming had nothing to say when he heard the words, he glanced at him amusedly, and then looked at the ancient coin that Yu Minghao was holding in his palm. Fairy trick.

"Why did Pen Fairy scare you? Did he ask you to play games again?" Jiang Yiming asked.

Yu Minghao nodded aggrieved with red eyes.

"Nothing new." Jiang Yiming commented.

Yu Minghao rubbed his chest and thought, the idea is not new, but there is a fairy.

Pen Fairy Scary has a soul.

"But since you ran into it, it means that we have approached Bixian's territory, and we are not far from Xue Yang and the others." Jiang Yiming said.

Jiang Lin nodded in agreement.

He looked at Huang Xiaobo beside him with some worry.

Ever since Huang Xiaobo set foot on this deserted island, he seemed a little restless, not at all obedient and quiet as usual, and always lowered his head, absent-mindedly looking for something.

Jiang Lin was afraid that his nephew would do something unexpected when he really met Shang Bixian.

Jiang Yiming also noticed Huang Xiaobo's abnormality. He looked down, and Huang Xiaobo's fingers seemed to be twitching unnaturally.

"It's like drawing a picture." Jiang Yiming said.

Jiang Lin let out a soft "Huh". After being told by Jiang Yiming, he found that Huang Xiaobo's movements seemed to be a bit like he was usually drawing.

He scratched the back of his head, thinking that there was no pen and paper here for Huang Xiaobo to draw.

Jiang Yiming stopped, and was not in a hurry to find Xue Yang and his party. Instead, he found a tree branch on the spot, and cleared a small piece of land for Huang Xiaobo, poured a small bottle of water down, and it became wet and muddy. .

He handed the small tree branch to Huang Xiaobo, indicating that the other party would use the tree branch as a substitute for the pen, and the mud as the canvas

Jiang Lin wanted to explain a few more words for Jiang Yiming, for fear that his nephew didn't understand what the other party meant, but Huang Xiaobo didn't want Huang Xiaobo to understand it all at once. Draw quickly on the ground.

It was the first time for Yu Minghao to see Huang Xiaobo painting, and he was a little confused.

He looked at Jiang Yiming, then at Jiang Zhang, who was just as dazed as Jiang Zhang.

At this time, painting?

But he looked at Jiang Yiming, Jiang Yiming would not waste time on insignificant things, there must be his reasons for doing so.

It's just painting... It's a bit confusing, and it feels a bit child's play.

During the little time that Minghao struggled, Huang Xiaobo had already finished the painting.

A few scattered trees were drawn on the ground, surrounded by three small figures, and a particularly large cloud of black air rose in the air, and one of the small figures' face was also covered with black mud.

Looking closely, the little man with black mud on his face was kneeling on the ground, with his head half bowed, the neck and shoulders were almost separated and broken, and there was still something like a wooden stick in his right hand.

After Jiang Zhang saw it clearly, he was suddenly speechless. He counted the villains on the painting, and the number was exactly the same as that of Xue Yang, Jiang Xun, and Liao Xian.

He also knew that when these people went to the desert island, each of them brought an extra baseball bat for self-defense.

Jiang Zhang only felt a chill on his back, and an unspeakable fear gradually filled his heart.

He looked at Jiang Yiming, and Jiang Yiming gave him a silent look without saying a word.

Jiang Zhang's heart sank immediately.

He has filmed two episodes of Jiang Yiming's program, so he knows Jiang Yiming's ability and the meaning of his words and deeds.

Now Jiang Yiming met his gaze, but did not make any explanation aloud. There was only one reason left - his guess was correct.

Jiang Zhang glanced at Yu Minghao who was still in a daze, and at this moment he was a little envious of Yu Minghao who didn't know anything. Ignorance is the happiest thing.

Jiang Yiming withdrew his gaze, and said lightly to Ming Hao and Jiang Zhang, "Let's go."

Yu Minghao blinked suspiciously, and asked wonderingly: "Let's go now? What does this painting mean?"

"It means that if you walk more slowly, the painting will come true." Jiang Lin urged, he knew that whatever Huang Xiaobo drew would always come true in the future.

——The incident with Young Master Jiang was an accident, and he still doesn't know whether it has anything to do with Huang Xiaobo's later paintings.

Facing big stars with a lot of traffic, he was not at all embarrassed. After all, he had reached the level of the head of the props team. No matter which crew he was in, those stars had to call him Mr. Jiang.

Seeing that Yu Minghao didn't react much, he was stretched out and pushed, signaling him to move quickly.

After hearing this, Yu Minghao was dumbfounded. He opened his mouth and didn't know what to say, and was pushed forward by Jiang Lin subconsciously.

"Wait, how did it come true?" Yu Minghao asked after recovering.

Jiang Lin ignored him.

Yu Minghao looked at Jiang Zhang again, only to realize that Jiang Zhang's face was unbelievably pale, as if he was frightened by something.

Seeing this, he choked back on the words on his lips, and immediately didn't dare to ask any more questions, for fear of asking some answers that he couldn't bear.

The group continued to walk forward, only then did Yu Minghao realize that the thick fog that had surrounded him had quietly dissipated, and the forest showed its original appearance.

Even though it was midsummer, the woods were a bit shady, and the further they walked in, the more they could feel the cool air pervasively, as if it could soak into the bones.

They walked for about 10 minutes, and when they pushed aside the broad banana leaves that blocked their view, they saw Xue Yang and Jiang Xun bent over their knees in embarrassment, panting, looking exhausted.

A short-cut man standing in front of them held a baseball bat in his hand, his eyes were as sharp as a tiger's wolf, but his face was covered with sweat, and there was an obvious bloodstain on his waist.

"elder brother!"

Panting for breath, Jiang Xun suddenly saw Jiang Zhang push aside a clump of leaves and appeared in front of his eyes, and couldn't help but yelled.

As soon as he made a sound, "Jiang Lin" and "Huang Xiaobo" both turned their heads to look at him.

Yu Minghao's face turned pale again, not because of the strange expressions on the faces of those two people, nor because the real Jiang Lin and Huang Xiaobo were right beside him, but because he noticed that the two people in front of him turned their heads 180 degrees, But the body is still facing Jiang Xun and the others.

Jiang Yiming heard Yu Minghao whispering in his ear: "Normal, normal, normal, this is the normal operation of bumping ghosts, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

Jiang Yiming was overjoyed, his beautiful caramel-colored eyes were bent into crescents, he didn't pay attention to the two abnormal people in front of him at all, instead he turned his head and teased Yu Minghao: "I've made progress."

Yu Minghao choked, but didn't tell Jiang Yiming that his two long legs were still shaking.

"I've seen a lot by your side." Yu Minghao was afraid of returning home, so he didn't forget to say something to Jiang Yiming.

Jiang Zhang and the others quickly ran to Xue Yang's side. Jiang Zhang held Jiang Xun by his arm, and frowned as he looked at Jiang Xun's body, as if he had gone through a fierce battle: "Are you okay? Liao Xian, you..."

"I'm fine." Liao Xian interrupted Jiang Zhang and waved his hand.

He shook his body a little weakly, probably because he saw so many people coming, he felt relieved, his feet became weak, and he almost knelt down, but Jiang Yiming pulled him up unexpectedly.

"Don't move!" Jiang Yiming shouted.

Immediately, everyone on the scene fell silent, no one spoke, and even subconsciously held their breath.

Seeing Jiang Yiming's sullen face, his white and slender fingers with well-defined joints stroked the back of Liao Xian's neck little by little.

Liao Xian shuddered, subconsciously wanting to shake a few times, a little unaccustomed to being touched by a man like this.

Jiang Yiming held down Liao Xian's movement with his palm, and gave a soft "tsk" impatiently.

Liao Xian did not expect that this young boy who looked like a little boy had strength that should not be underestimated. The hand holding his shoulder made him lose his strength all of a sudden, and he couldn't lift his energy at all.

Jiang Yiming's fingers left Liao Xian's neck very quickly, but they seemed to be hanging in the air as if he had pinched a silk thread. He half-closed his eyes and groped upwards with his fingers.

Suddenly, Yu Minghao took a breath and blurted out Jiang Yiming's name.

There was a bloodstain inexplicably on the tip of Jiang Yiming's finger. The wound was still deep, and it condensed into a drop of blood in a blink of an eye.

The blood drop did not fall, but hung in the air miraculously.

Seeing this, Jiang Lin took a closer look, only to see a faint silver thread hanging in the air, almost transparent, if it wasn't for this drop of blood, none of them would have noticed.

A cold light flashed in Jiang Yiming's eyes.

He turned his wrist suddenly, and saw a red string tied with ancient coins slipping out of his cuff, Jiang Yiming held the silver thread with one hand, and smoothed the string of ancient coins on the red string with the other.

The blood-stained fingers wiped the ancient coins, and the ancient coins immediately buzzed and trembled, as if responding to Jiang Yiming.

A string of ancient coins was affixed with silver wire, and the almost transparent silver wire immediately made a piercing rubbing sound, like a steel wire passing through metal. The sound was almost against Liao Xian's scalp. He was about to jump up, but was held firmly by Jiang Yiming.

"What's the matter?!" Liao Xian asked in a panic, unable to move.

"Jiang Lin, Xue Yang, you two distract those two fakes, don't let them get in my way." Jiang Yiming ignored Liao Xian, kept moving his hands, and told his two acquaintances coldly.

After receiving the order, Jiang Lin and Xue Yang were stunned. Although they didn't know how to distract the fakes, they did their best.

Yu Minghao looked up at "Jiang Lin" and Jiang Lin's dealings, and at the silver thread wrapped around Liao Xian's neck. It was as sharp as a saber. He didn't know how to explain it. He opened and closed his mouth for a long while. In the past, he choked out a few words: "...It's okay, with Teacher Jiang around, I can't die."

Liao Xian: "...?"

I saw that the silver thread, which was barely visible at first, became charred little by little because of the ancient coin.

This time, everyone could clearly see the silver thread.

No one thought that this thing would unknowingly wrap around Liao Xian's neck in full view, and the other end of the silver thread was tied high up on the tree, with no end in sight.

The silver wire was as sharp as a military dagger, and Jiang Yiming was cut with a bloodstain just by rubbing his finger on it.

Yu Minghao didn't dare to imagine that if Jiang Yiming hadn't supported Liao Xian's leg just now, with the weight of the fall, Liao Xian's head and neck would probably have been severed by this piece of silver thread.

He shivered, and suddenly remembered the painting Huang Xiaobo had drawn before - a man kneeling on the ground with a stick in his hand, his neck and shoulders were almost severed.

——If Jiang Yiming didn't support Liao Xian... No wonder Jiang Lin told him that if he walked slowly, the painting would come true. This time he fully understood.

No wonder Jiang Yiming would rather spend his time letting Huang Xiaobo stop there to draw. It turns out that Jiang Yiming had anticipated that something unexpected would happen?

He suddenly stared at Huang Xiaobo and Jiang Lin with wide eyes. Huang Xiaobo still had an idiot look on his face, but Jiang Lin didn't respond at all, which made Yu Minghao feel that the other party had long been familiar with it.

The others were also terrified. No one thought that such a thing would be wrapped around Liao Xian's neck, but no one noticed it.

Jiang Yiming raised his index finger and middle finger together, holding the ancient coin between his fingers, using the finger as the handle and the ancient coin as the blade, he raised the knife and dropped it.

He heard a string of inaudible words whispered from his mouth, the tone was strange, but extremely pleasant, as if the gurgling spring water had washed away all the dirt.

With a crisp breaking sound, Jiang Yiming suddenly swiped in the void, grabbed it with his left hand, and saw the silver thread wrapped around Liao Xian's neck wrapped around Jiang Yiming's wrist with his backhand.

Yu Minghao let out a low cry, and jumped up nervously.

Jiang Yiming didn't panic at all, and as expected, he led the silver thread to wrap the red rope.

Then, Yu Minghao saw Jiang Yiming's mouth slightly raised.

Yu Minghao calmed down immediately, he was too familiar with Jiang Yiming's expression - this was trying to play tricks.

Jiang Yiming spit out a word lightly: "Go."

The silver thread wrapped by the red rope was so lively that it was almost uncontrollable. The red rope was like a worried big brother, twisting it firmly and flying towards "Jiang Lin" and "Huang Xiaobo".

After the silver thread was attached to "Jiang Lin", it quickly entangled it without distinguishing between the enemy and the enemy. Under the guidance of the red rope, it climbed up the neck of "Huang Xiaobo". The ground stopped in place, not daring to move.

Jiang Yiming squinted his eyes slightly and looked over, his fingers wrapped around the red string moved slightly, controlling the silver thread to gradually draw deeper, gently cutting through the surface texture.

However, the other party's wound did not ooze a little blood, but it still seemed to be in pain, and the howling of the two startled a bird in the forest.

"Aren't you going to play the pen fairy game with me? Just play like this. It's time to start." Jiang Yiming said lightly.

Yu Minghao blinked, and only then recovered from the sudden turnaround.

He savored Young Master Jiang's words, and felt that 90.00% of what Young Master Jiang said was threatening.

He has never seen anyone threaten Bixian in turn...