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

Playing God and Playing Ghosts No.80 Five Days·【Two in One】Zhong Sheng: "My little master, what are your orders?"

Jiang Xun looked at the scene in front of him in a daze, and Jiang Yiming threatened to go to the pen fairy?

He turned to Xue Yang and asked, "He? Binded a pen fairy?"

Xue Yang nodded.

Jiang Xun couldn't believe his eyes, and looked at Jiang Zhang again. Jiang Zhang looked at him calmly, and said to him: "After you came back from the last program, didn't you keep asking me what happened in Baishui Town?"

Jiang Xun nodded, but every time he asked, Jiang Zhang would change the subject.

He froze, and now he reacted.

No wonder Jiang Zhang's attitude and evaluation of Jiang Yiming were completely different since he came back that time, and even told him to pay attention to his words when he usually speaks.

Jiang Xun turned his gaze back to Jiang Yiming.

The shouts of "Jiang Lin" and "Huang Xiaobo" stopped abruptly, and a black miasma invisible to ordinary people gushed from their seven orifices.

Yu Minghao only saw the two people suddenly collapsed and turned into charcoal dust with two human silhouettes on the ground.

The silver thread that was originally wrapped around the necks of these two people suddenly lost its target, and suddenly became lively again, looking for the target everywhere, but was firmly controlled by Jiang Yiming's red rope, so he could only reluctantly Struggling and moving.

Seeing this, Xue Yang and the others hid behind Jiang Yiming with some fear, and were in awe of this silver wire, which was sharper than a military dagger.

The two groups of miasma rose into the air, and gradually merged together, covering a small piece of sky above the forest, as if a mountain rain was about to come, and black clouds were pressing down on the city.

Jiang Yiming's expression remained unchanged, and a flash of understanding flashed across his eyes.

He was still thinking about it. In his previous life, he traveled all over the country, and he had never heard of such a thing as a pen fairy. At first, he was curious about new things, but now he saw that it was just a bunch of resentful spirits gathered in one place. , Just pretending to be a ghost.

Yesterday when they climbed to the highest point of this deserted island, they could already see that the feng shui here is different. It is this natural feng shui, so that the souls who died in vain here lost their direction and all gathered in this deserted island. The island, over time, has condensed into a force.

The soul is trapped, and after a long time, hostility and resentment will be born.

The reason for borrowing the title of pen fairy is probably because Zhang Xiaoduo and his party played with pen fairy during the time when they were trapped on the isolated island.

These collections of undeserved souls can smell people's fear, and they move upon hearing the wind, waiting for an opportunity to claim human life.

The so-called playing pen fairy game is probably just to slowly enjoy the fear of these trapped living people.

Jiang Yiming slightly raised his head to look at the sky. At this moment, the sky was covered by the miasma, and the countless resentful souls hiding in the miasma were faintly visible, flickering, or swam to Jiang Yiming's side suddenly, as if they were What to test.

Yu Minghao only felt that the air at this moment was so dull that it was hard to breathe, and there was no trace of hot wind, which made people irritable and depressing for no reason.

He didn't know what to do at this moment, the two pools of charcoal dust in the shape of human figures on the ground looked like someone who had been lying here and was burned into charcoal.

He couldn't bear to look away, looked at Jiang Yiming, and saw that the other party slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, a stern light flashed across those caramel-colored eyes, the corner of his clothes was windless and automatic, and a touch between his fingers The red rope is particularly eye-catching.

Yu Minghao had the illusion that he was far away from Jiang Yiming, out of reach, obviously the other party was within his reach.

The miasma gas twisted and sank gradually, a large cloud of black gas came to the ground, twisted and spit out a human form.

Yu Minghao blinked, and saw a piece of white paper floating down from the air, and a piece of paper that was as tall as a person was thinly attached to the ground. When he took a closer look, he found that it had been cut into the shape of a villain, with its eye sockets gouged out. It was empty, almost the same as the little paper man they found in the campfire before.

Except that there is no name written on it, and the size is much larger than the four in the fire camp.

"This is..." Just as Yu Minghao opened his mouth, a gust of evil wind blew over, and the paper figurine inflated like a balloon.

Yu Minghao stared, watching the paper man stand up after swelling, his facial features wrinkled into a ball, and he couldn't even tell the difference between his eyes, eyebrows and mouth.

But in the next second, under the eyes of everyone, this paper figurine showed a face that was almost the same as that of Jiang Yiming.

Jiang Yiming stood face to face with it, more like looking in a mirror.

Yu Minghao looked back and forth several times, felt a sudden in his heart, and muttered in a low voice: "Isn't this too similar?"

Jiang Yiming glanced at him when he heard the words, and was slightly dissatisfied with Minghao's words: "Too similar? Blind? The one on the opposite side has big eyes, looks like a vase, has no connotation, and is comparable to a finger of mine. ?”

Yu Minghao immediately received the message and quickly shook his head: "It's not as good as it is."

Only then did Jiang Yiming withdraw his gaze, hummed softly as if venting his anger, and then looked at the paper figure on the opposite side, and saw "Jiang Yiming" on the opposite side looking at him, slowly grinning, his eyes gradually Bleeding, blood flowed over the bridge of the nose and both sides, it looked really scary.

Jiang Yiming paused for a moment. He didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but he actually felt that his eyes were astringent and painful.

He raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes, lowered his head and glanced, his fingertips were blood red.

Jiang Yiming frowned, and cursed secretly, he was careless.

He heard Xue Yang, Yu Minghao and Jiang Zhang shouting his name nervously, as if he was dying.

"Don't shout, I'm fine." After he finished speaking, he bit the tip of his tongue, and there was a mouthful of blood in his mouth, and the burning pain in his eyes disappeared a lot.

The blood on the tip of the tongue is the most refined and righteous essence in the human body, which can drive away evil spirits.

"Your eyes...!" Xue Yang almost screamed. He never expected that Young Master Jiang would be tricked. If something happened to Young Master Jiang here to save them, how could he tell other people after he got out? Someone explain?

Besides, Xue Yang just saw Young Master Jiang's eyes dripping with blood, and the light in his gentle caramel-colored pupils seemed to have become dim and lifeless. Cried.

Jiang Yiming ignored Xue Yang's screams, the burning pain in his eyes had cooled down a lot, but his eyes seemed to be covered with a bloody veil, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

He simply closed his eyes, using his synaesthesia to feel the changes in the surroundings and capture the other party's position.

The opposite "Jiang Yiming" with bleeding eyes still kept his bloody eyes open, tilting his head slightly, as if he was a little puzzled by the behavior of the young man in front of him.

It slowly raised a smile, and walked up to Jiang Yiming step by step, almost face to face with Jiang Yiming.

It almost whispered, with a voice that only the two of them could hear, and said with malice: "I found it, it is you. I smell the sin that cannot be washed away in the depths of your soul. You are the same as those two boys. All damned."

Jiang Yiming closed his eyes, and when he heard it's words, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and then he shouted in a cold voice, and shot like lightning.

All the ancient coins in his hand flew out, but they didn't shoot at the thing standing in front of him face to face. Instead, he raised his hand and swung his wrist back. The ancient coins brushed against the ears of Xue Yang and Yu Minghao. The sideburns shot straight behind them.

Both Yu Minghao and Xue Yang froze, not daring to vent their breath, they turned stiffly and looked behind them.

Not far behind the two of them, there was a person standing there at some point. It was a copy of "Liao Xian". The big tree passed out.

Jiang Yiming's unexpected attack made the replica in front of him disappear in smoke. "Jiang Yiming" was actually a bait used to interfere with his judgment, and "Liao Xian" who was placed in the rear was the real weakness and integrity.

He closed his eyes, without being disturbed by visual confusion, and made a correct judgment.

Jiang Yiming spat blood on his thumb, and there were still a few wet and dried yellow talismans in his pocket. If it were other Feng Shui masters, they would have been thrown away as waste, but he didn't care. Fu Shang vigorously draws the Fu order.

As soon as the Fu Ling was completed, a purple-gold light flashed on the yellow paper, so fast that it was like a hallucination, and flew up into the air as if it had its own consciousness, sticking to "Liao Xian"'s neck one by one.

"Monsters and demons, listen to my orders and cut them off!" Jiang Yiming sneered coldly.

Jiang Xun stared at the scene in front of him dumbfounded. It was the first time he saw Jiang Yiming like this, and he never thought that he would see such a scene in his lifetime.

When "Liao Xian" was beheaded under the squeeze of those thin yellow papers, Jiang Xun also rolled his eyes and fainted limply.

"Liao Xian" quickly turned into a few clusters of scattered souls, sporadically rampaging in this small forest, and Jiang Yiming collected them all one by one.

After Jiang Yiming dealt with all this, he glanced at the other people who were fine, and heaved a sigh of relief. The ensuing fatigue and weakness wanted to engulf him pervasively.

He pinched the center of his brows, said nothing, and stood there leaning against a tree with a calm face.

He glanced at Xue Yang and the others indifferently, and said: "You guys take people back first, I saw a speedboat by the sea, did you drive it?"

Xue Yang nodded.

"You guys go back first, this person needs treatment, and I'll take a helicopter back later." Jiang Yiming pointed to the weak Liao Xian and said.

"What about you?" Yu Minghao asked.

"I have other things." Jiang Yiming said, "Just leave it alone, it has nothing to do with you, you leave with them."

Yu Minghao frowned, and looked at Jiang Yiming worriedly: "Your eyes... I am worried that you are alone on the island."

Jiang Yiming raised his hand and touched his eyes. Although he has not fully recovered, it is only a matter of time.

He raised the corner of his mouth and joked: "Even if I'm really blind, I'm better than you. Besides, I don't need to take care of you alone. I can handle this island more than enough."

Yu Minghao choked, as if he had heard the subtext of being a hindrance.

He looked at Jiang Yiming, and felt that Jiang Yiming seemed a little different from usual. Usually, Young Master Jiang also likes to choke people, but he never pokes people's hearts. This sentence is not what Jiang Yiming usually says.

"Are you all right?" Yu Minghao had no choice but to ask again and again.

Xue Yang, who was taking care of Liao Xian at the side, also raised his head and looked worriedly at Young Master Jiang when he heard the words. Young Master Jiang's eye sockets were bleeding so much just now, how can he be all right?

Jiang Zhang frowned, looked at the circle of disabled people on the ground, and said, "Teacher Jiang's personal self-protection ability is stronger than all of us, as you can see from just now, if we stay here, it will be a drag on Jiang. teacher."

"...That's right. Of course, Young Master Jiang's ability goes without saying. If you encounter a situation that Young Master Jiang can't handle, even if we are here, we will be of no use. If Young Master Jiang is alone, you have to protect yourself and escape. , and simply neat, don’t worry about us.” Xue Yang thought for a while and nodded in agreement.

He looked at Jiang Yiming, and subconsciously felt that Jiang Yiming was there, as if he had a sea-fixing needle, which immediately stabilized the hearts of several of them.

How could something happen to Jiang Yiming?He is so good.

Xue Yang thought about this, and helped Liao Xian up by a ghost: "Then we will take people back first, and the helicopter is still waiting for you at the old place."

"En." Jiang Yiming replied lightly, still leaning on Dashushu, not even bothering to spend a little bit of strength, and nodded slightly as a compliment.

Yu Minghao stayed at the end and looked at Jiang Yiming worriedly. If he didn't really know that it was useless for him to stay, maybe there would be a moth, otherwise he would definitely not leave.

He murmured: "Then see you at the end of our program group, come back quickly."

"Understood, so long-winded." Jiang Yiming sneered and told him to leave quickly.

Then Jiang Lin and Huang Xiaobo.

Jiang Lin and Huang Xiaobo were standing beside Jiang Yiming, Jiang Yiming looked at them, Jiang Lin looked at him persistently, shook his head and said: "Those people are useless to stay, but we can contribute to some extent. "

Jiang Yiming raised his eyebrows, as if asking what he could do.

Jiang Lin said, "Although I am not as good at drawing Fu Ling as you are, I have practiced since I was a child. I can draw the basics, let alone how Xiaobo can help. Let us stay and help you."

Just now when he saw Jiang Yiming using a talisman, he could tell at a glance that Jiang Yiming was unpredictable.

He has been practicing talisman since he was a child, and the ancient book handed down by his family says that when drawing a talisman, one must have a peaceful mind without any distracting thoughts, and the talisman paper must be neat and clean without any wrinkles, otherwise the talisman will be easily destroyed.

Using cinnabar as the brush and ink, attracting the purple energy of the rising sun to the east, the pen is drawn in one go, and if the talisman is radiant, it is a top-notch talisman.

It is also said in ancient books that the highest state is to be able to abandon all external material conditions, and keep the talisman and ink in the heart, no matter what talisman paper, pen and ink is used, or what kind of energy is drawn, it can be used to form a talisman order.

That is to say, Fu Mo is in his heart, ordering the gods and ghosts.

Obviously, Jiang Yiming did just that.

Jiang Yiming didn't object after hearing the words, but he wanted to lean here to rest for a while, now that someone was in the way, he didn't want to be noticed by Jiang Lin, so he simply stood up straight, exhaled, and adjusted to his body. Weakness.

He turned to Jiang Lin, and briefly stated his plan: "I'm going to find Zhang Xiaoduo and the bodies of the two boys, as an explanation to the family, and to prevent the souls of these two people from being trapped here for a long time. Became something like that."

Jiang Lin had no objection when he heard the words, and nodded in response: "Okay, then Xiaobo and I can also help you."

Although Jiang Yiming's eyes were still blurry, he was still able to distinguish the direction, and he walked to the camp where Su Xiaorong had a particularly intense reaction before.

"It should be right here." Jiang Yiming said, his heels lightly rubbing the freshly opened moist soil under his feet.

Jiang Yiming didn't know where Zhang Xiaoduo was, but he did know where the two boys were buried.

If his predictions are correct, he has already sent the group of resentful souls away, Zhang Xiaoduo should have recovered his sanity, and the most likely place the other party will return to may be this camp.

——Even though this is the depth of their nightmares, it is also the only place where the four of them get together, and it is Zhang Xiaoduo's only spiritual sustenance on this deserted island.

Hearing this, Jiang Lin immediately greeted Huang Xiaobo and the two of them to make a move.

Jiang Yiming leaned under the big tree and licked his slightly dry lips: "Then you guys will help."

"Yeah, Mr. Jiang, you are resting!" Jiang Lin responded immediately. In his eyes, Young Master Jiang should do those professional and high-end jobs. This kind of "digging graves" is not difficult manual work. Just do it.

Although...he had never engaged in this kind of work, and the two of them didn't have any good tools.

Although he agreed with one gulp, he stood there in embarrassment at the moment, not knowing where to start.

Jiang Yiming didn't care. He half-closed his eyes and dozed off against the tree stump.

As if the feeling of being hollowed out was like a shadow, he frowned slightly and didn't say anything. Anyway, even if he said it, no one could help him, it was just that there were two more young people in a hurry.

Jiang Yiming sighed in his heart. At this time, he missed Rapunzel very much.

If Zhong Sheng was here, he would definitely be able to see through his bragging rights at a glance, and then force him to rest, contributing his shoulders, or his back——Master Jiang, who has experienced both, said that the comfort level of the back is the best.

In other words, Young Master Jiang wanted a humanoid pillow.

I don't know if the longing was too strong, Jiang Yiming rested there with his eyes closed leaning against the tree stump, when he vaguely heard Zhong Sheng's voice.

He opened his eyes suddenly, then closed them lazily.

——Impossible, why is Zhong Sheng so free?Is it possible to still watch his live broadcast every day?Fly over as soon as you see him encounter a situation?The presidents in idol dramas dare not act like this.

——Until the familiar voice sounded again, this time it seemed closer.

Jiang Yiming suddenly opened his eyes, without the cultivation of a wealthy young master, he said "fuck" in a low voice.

He suddenly turned around and looked around, and finally became irritable at this moment, disgusted with his temporarily poor eyesight, seeing everything was foggy and blood red.

He could only tell where Zhong Sheng and the others were by the sound.

"Mingming!" This time, Zhong Sheng's voice was closer.

Jiang Yiming also heard the footsteps and wind of the other party striding towards him, he lowered his head subconsciously, and wiped the corners of his eyes twice with his hands like an afterthought, not sure if the two bloodstains were wiped clean, and whether there was any remedy for this Make it useful.

"I thought I was hallucinating." Jiang Yiming's shoulder was held by Zhong Sheng, and it hurt a little. He raised his head slightly, opened his eyes to look at Zhong Sheng, and the corner of his mouth curved into a warm arc, teasing in a warm voice road.

Although in fact, he could only see a vague outline of a human figure, a very detailed image of Zhong Sheng frowning at him had already appeared in his mind.

Without Zhong Sheng opening his mouth, Jiang Yiming also knew that "No, No, Disagree" and "Why did you make yourself like this again" were definitely written on Zhong Sheng's face.

He felt that his head was fixed by Zhong Sheng's big hand, and his fingertips lightly brushed the corners of his eyes, and he trembled slightly.

He noticed that Zhong Sheng's breathing was light and a little unsteady, and this realization made Jiang Yiming's breathing stagnant, as if his heart was being held by a big hand, throbbing sourly.

Jiang Yiming turned his head away in embarrassment, coughed lightly and said, "Don't be in a hurry to train me, this time I was careless, I will self-criticize. The last thing I need now is to be trained, at least not at this time Is it ok……"

He was interrupted by Zhong Sheng before he finished speaking, Zhong Sheng pressed him into his chest, and said in a low voice: "I didn't want to train you, I found you with great difficulty, and I'm not willing to train you now, but sooner or later, you won't be able to escape." Lose."

Jiang Yiming laughed softly, which made Zhong Sheng's chest itch.

"Very tired, aren't you? Let's rest, I'm here." Zhong Sheng put a little force on his chest, holding Young Master Jiang on his chest and forbidding to look up or look around.

He looked down at the young man with his eye sockets in his arms, his chin lightly resting on the soft curly hair, "Young master, what else can I order?"

"Go to Zhang Xiaoduo, and help Jiang Lin and the others bring the two boys home." Jiang Yiming relaxed completely, leaning against Zhong Sheng and closing his eyes, and said in a sticky nasal voice.