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Who wants to face you? ?

When the hanged ghost saw Lan He, the reverb was not in the mood, and the ghost fled crying and howling. Lan He was caught and dragged back. Without saying a word, he was beaten first, and then strangled his neck with a chain: "Look, you can't play this way, don't you want to set someone else?"

The hanged ghost never thought that he was hanged and hanged again, and he could be hanged again for the neck...

He rolled his eyes upwards and went to see Lan He as much as possible, with his hands clenched furiously: "This great lord, I misunderstood a game, I don't know it was you covering it."

Lan He dragged him to Song Futan: "The **** suddenly cried just now, and I almost...cough, I was more surprised. I think it must have been learned from this guy!"

That sound is exactly the same. However, Song Futan is no more, where did he go without being remembered, but how did Lao Qin provoke him?

"Why did the family in front of you provoke you, what did you do to go to his house, and you were hanged there?" Lan He asked.

Generally, the hanged ghost hangs in the place where he hanged himself, but Lao Qin introduced that he lived in that house for most of his life. Why didn't he make trouble before, and now something happened suddenly, and looking at this hanged ghost is not like new death.

"That, the one that raises birds?" The hanged ghost didn't dare to move. "My grandfather Mingjian, I didn't die there, but the old man robbed me of money before I went to fight him, but he still robbed him."

Speaking of which, the hanged ghost is a bit depressed.

"What's the money?" Lan He asked.

"I just lost money in the sky," said the hanged ghost. "Recently, when there is paper money scattered on the street, I will come out and pick it up. You said he was a big living person, grabbing money from me..."

Lan He and Song Futan felt a little weird. Now it was not July and a half, how could there be paper money on the street. To say that in July and a half, there will be some sacrifices to the lone souls and wild ghosts.

Lan He thought of it and asked, "Is it after burning?"

The hanged ghost nodded: "Yes."

In other words, it is not real paper money, but it has also been circulated into the underworld.

Lan He asked again: "Is there an incense?"

Hanging ghost: "Uh... I haven't found it anyway."

"I know, let's go." Lan He slowly loosened the hanged ghost, and beaten it anyway. "See you later and hide away."

The hanged ghost talked with a smile: "Have you asked me yet?"

The chain should be overcast, but he didn't wear a uniform, and his face was born. In the past, this character was not seen in Beijing.

Lan He threw the hat away and hugged him in his arms, signing up coldly: "Dongyue Yinsi, everyone is here."

——If it's not a name, it should sound more fanciful in his tone.

But the hanged ghost didn't pay attention to this, but still gave a shock: "I blame me for hurting my eyes when I hanged, I didn't recognize the lord!"

It turned out that he was the boss of the big house. Although he only took office this year, he quickly broke out of his fame. The hanged ghost has also seen his eye-connected drama, and it even feels honored to be locked in his throat... Archer walked backwards a few steps before it floated away.

Lan He saw that he had gone away, and then said: "I think it must be Hu Si. She grabbed a lot of money from the four gates and sprinkled it on the street. These ghosts who had been waiting for peace also came out."

Once out, there is no guarantee that there will be various disputes, and there is something like Lao Qin. Anyway, the more chaotic the capital is, the happier she is, and everyone is looking for her recently. With such a stir, she can distract many people.

Song Futan also thought of this, "You can open a few more rituals to attract the wandering soul."

Hu Si can sprinkle money and food, so many people in the capital eat hell, and also sprinkle, and incense, at least a considerable part can be gathered in various temples and Taoist temples.

"Well, you have to mention Lao Bai... and Teacher Qin, will you talk to him?" Lan He said.

Song Futan nodded.

...

Lao Qin was originally sitting in the room. He wanted to soak in hot water. Try to sleep better tonight, but listen to the scriptwriter Xiao Song come back. When he called the door, he quickly put on his slippers and went out.

It was strange how to fold it back again. After opening the door, Lao Qin looked out at the alley street lights outside, "Yo, is it too dark to go, I will find a flashlight for you. This black light is blind, you can't just walk west. "

In this alley, haunted things happened a long time ago, especially the exit to the west, and there were many turns. Some people walking there at night felt unclean. Before the lights were installed and the lights were bright, many people in the alley did not go west.

Even now, older people don't like to go. If the lights are broken, they won't be happy to go around. The darker the place, the easier it is to hide dirty things, as the old people often say.

"It's okay, I just wanted to ask you a question. What have you dreamed of recently? What did you dream of?" Song Futan asked.

Old Qin was stunned, and then said quietly: "I... I'm embarrassed to say, maybe I have some thoughts. At night I always dream of picking up money outside. I only pick up the big one, but I'm happy But I bowed my head all night. I woke up with neck and waist tired and could not cry. What's wrong, you ask this?"

Song Futan directly said: "Don't pick it up in the future, it is to grab money with ghosts."

——It’s not that he didn’t know how to be euphemistic, or that he deliberately made reality. This matter had to be fully explained. Clicking it would break the matter.

Old Qin dumb.

He was not angry, but muttered: "What do I say... what do I say..."

"Then I will go first." Song Futan nodded slightly, striding into the darkness without fear.

"Oh, thank you!" Lao Qin shouted, "Be careful on the road."

It's really young, I'm not afraid of being so dark.

"I shouldn't have a dream tonight." Where Lao Qin couldn't see, Lan He floated a few inches off the ground, beside Song Futan. Hey, so floating, he is almost as tall as Xiao Song.

In the dark hutong, because of Lan He's side, Song Futan became more at ease and less tired of darkness.

"My script is almost the same. I can watch the script next week, in my dad's studio." Song Futan said.

"Okay," Lan He asked curiously, "Yes, you haven't said it yet, what did the script write?"

Song Futan: "...Ghosts."

Speaking of this, Lan He remembered that Xuanguang never seemed to write such subjects. Although it is now known that he often sees ghosts, "Is there any ghosts? What kind of ghosts are there, is there our Dongyue Yinsi? Is it based on the material? Real experience?"

Song Futan: "..."

When Song Futan wrote, he didn't know that Xiaolai was alive. Now, he is bothered by Lan He's reaction after he knows it, and has some expectations, "...it is based on reality."

"Well, don't spoil yourself, I want to read the script!" Lan He was a little excited. "And, I can't let Song Dao think I talked to you about the characters in advance. Isn't it cheating? I can read it myself!"

Song Futan laughed dumbly.

Song Futan sent Lan He to the door of the community, and Hu 79 just went downstairs to take out the garbage. Lan He lived alone, and when he went out, only she and the autistic hedgehog were left, which was equivalent to only him. Unlike the Yang family in the past, it was lively and lively, and people from the village came and went.

So even though this garbage doesn't have to come down in person, Hu Qijuan took the opportunity to walk out and wander around, eavesdropping on the neighbor's chat, recruiting a cat or a dog.

"Come back. When will you go to Miaogan Mountain?" Hu Qijuan said, she wondered, as long as she didn't go to Miaogan Mountain, she could still go out and play with her.

"Not necessarily, I heard behind." Lan He said.

"Oh..." Hu Qijujuan's eyes fell on the birdcage. "Little queer, did you buy it for me?"

Lan He: "This little Song's is for fun and cannot be eaten."

"I didn't say I want to eat it," Hu Seventy-nine snorted. "Bring me to play for a few days. I'm bored. I asked you to leave your phone to play with the landlord. You don't want to." ."

Lan He: "I'm afraid that you can use my mobile phone to charge money to play games. It's not easy to go back. Social news only says that minors who charge money randomly can be refunded, and that centenarians who charge money randomly can not be refunded."

Hu Seventy-nine: "..."

Hu Seventy-nine: "Then give me the queer!"

Lan He looked at Song Futan.

Song Futan asked: "Will you raise a sparrow?"

Hu Seventy-nine didn't speak, only patted his chest, and he seemed confident. Lan He believed that he was a Humen in Beijing.

"Then you raise it for a few days, it will be dirty, be careful." Song Futan handed Lan He.

Hu Seventy-nine reached out and opened the curtain: "What..."

The bird said to her, "Let's die..."

Hu Seventy-nine: "..."

Hu Seventy-nine: "Look I won't give you right here!!"

"Then next time I record, I will bring you again." Lan He got out of the car and beckoned to Song Futan, "Goodbye."

"...Goodbye." Song Futan also waved, and now speaking these two words seems to have a special meaning.

Lan He also thought, good bye, once goodbye, I don't know when to see you again, now goodbye, but there are really many goodbyes.

Lan He carried the bird cage and took Hu 79 to the elevator. Someone shouted outside, and he quickly pressed the elevator.

"Thank you." I don't know when the occupants who moved in brought in an Alaskan dog. Alaska is a sled dog, and he was very big. Once he entered, he happily sniffed Lan He and his bird cage.

"Sorry, don't be afraid, it's just blind enthusiasm..." The owner dragged the dog to the side, and the dog was still not happy, wrestling.

"It's okay, I'm not afraid of dogs." Lan He also reached out and touched Alaska's head.

Hu Seventy-nine glared at Alaska.

"Wang..." Alaska snorted and squatted weakly back to his master, resting his head on his master's lap.

the host:"……"

God, when did this stupid and daring dog show such a sentiment...

He couldn't help but ask: "Does your family also have dogs?"

"No." Lan He glanced at his boring squat at his feet, and his size was even smaller than that of Alaska, Hu 79. The fox is a canine, but Hu 79 has complained that some people treat them as dogs. dog.

Master: "I thought it was raised, and it must be a terrible big dog, otherwise it wouldn't be able to smell you and you might be afraid of it."

Hearing the words, Hu Qijuan squeezed aside, Alaska whimpered and shrank back.

Lan He: "........."

... She's quite proud of her expression. Did you just hear the word "Great"?

.

"Yan Jing's Time" is not recorded in these days, Lan He stayed at home to fold some ingots and make some incense, but instead of alimony, he was ready to burn them in unison at that time, attracting wandering souls to call them No trouble in the city.

Due to the reminders of Lan He and Song Futan, Lao Bai and other improper notices, even in the past few days, major religious sites in Beijing have also set up large-scale religious meetings to recite scriptures day and night to attract dead souls.

Including Ying Shao, who is next door, and both of his brothers and sisters were looking for the earth to worship the lone soul.

In addition to breaking the ingot, Lan He also fulfilled his promise and did what he could-so many activities, he worked with colleagues to maintain the order of the ghosts.

The masters in the capital also had the privilege of seeing the legendary impermanence, grimacing, "coming all over", not loving incense and good food, and had a good relationship with a recent Northeast Gu master.

And more importantly, he is very prestigious in the Underworld Capital Realm, and many ghosts have shown fear for him. Even the well-known old Bai Bai and Yan San have great respect for him.

The mages have guessed whether Lan He has some background below, at least at home... no, there is nothing missing in the grave, so don't need money, just eat it, the conditions can be seen.

Basically, you want to have a good relationship with the prefecture, so you are very attentive to serve human delicacies.

Lan He took the opportunity to taste all the foods everywhere, and think they were delicious, and they also took Lao Bai with them.

Because of this opportunity, Lan He also met some colleagues, whether it was in the same prefecture, Yin Si, or the Yin Yang in the Chenghuang Temple, he used to deal with Lao Bai and Yan San.

"Go to Tianchangguan tonight. Yesterday they prepared the crystal shrimp and crab buns for me. It was so delicious!" Lan He called on a bunch of Yin Yang, they went to the Taoist temple that Lan He said with their hands on their shoulders. The red lanterns are all in a row.

Although the ghost messengers eat a lot of meals and love food with incense, it’s okay to try the food.

...

Cheng Haidong had just finished working, took off his heavy equipment, put a plaster on his waist and walked back. His remote and expensive home was not far from the shooting location, wasting a lot of taxis, maybe no one was carrying it, and he was tired of walking. He wondered if he could find a shared bicycle to ride on the road.

It was easy to find. Cheng Haidong was riding on the streets with few people and cars. He couldn't ride too fast with his physical strength. He only watched the traffic lights in front turn green.

"Moving bricks, hey, moving bricks, hey, hey." Cheng Haidong just sang a few words, and saw the traffic lights jumped to red. I thought the traffic light setting here is too unscientific. How can I use this time? Fortunately, At this time there were few people and cars.

But riding a bit further, Cheng Haidong discovered that it was not a red light at all... No, it was also a red light, but it was a red lantern. There are still a few words on the lantern: Yincao Difu.

"...I lean." Cheng Haidong shuddered, and as his courage slowly subsided, he also saw that after the red light, he followed a dozen red lights fluttering and dangling. If you look closely, the lantern is clearly a group of ghosts wearing black or white or blue clothes!

In contrast, it is the words on their lanterns, some are Yincao Difu, some are Dongyue Yinsi, and others are the Capital City God Temple...

This is not the first time Cheng Haidong has seen a ghost, swallowing a spit, trying to calm down and learn from his friend Lan He. It's a pity that the physiological response can't be concealed, his legs tremble, and he can't ride a bicycle softly, and almost no one even brought a bicycle to the ground.

The jingling movement also attracted the shadowy men, the faces of the dead people looked over one after another, and Cheng Haidong froze for a moment.

At this moment, in the middle of the shadow, there was a ghost floating, covering his face, and his hat saying "Come all came", and came to Cheng Haidong.

Cheng Haidong recognized it at once. Wasn't this the impermanent man who saved himself once?

I go, I deserve to be the son of heaven! Cheng Haidong thought.

"Master Blue, it's me!"

"I know it's you." Lan He said.

He hasn’t seen Cheng Haidong for a while, he’s busy. Who knows he ran into here, and he passed by when he didn’t see it. Cheng Haidong also made a movement, “Seeing the transit of the yin, you still want to attract us ?"

Cheng Haidong confessed: "I'm not careful..."

"Well, for the sake of having a relationship, hurry up, or rush into my brothers, but it will be unlucky to go back." Lan He urged, the living person touched Yin Yin and rushed to it. , Basically will be unlucky, not to mention so many.

"Thank you, Master." Cheng Haidong scratched his head. "Yes, recently, it seems that there are many large-scale pujas in Beijing. Are you busy with this too?"

After a meal in Lan He, it seems that some citizens have noticed that the recent Fa conference is unusual, but such a thing, there is no need to tell Cheng Haidong, so as not to scare him, so he imitated the appearance of Lao Bai and said coldly: " There are so many people who are willing to spend money on things, what a blame."

"Oh... I just haven't seen so many **** differences together." Actually, I saw the **** difference for the second time, but there is no such scene in the legend.

Cheng Haidong always feels that he is a son of a natural choice. Why doesn't the NPC reveal more information? Is there really no big thing to happen?

Lan He: "You think too much. We are going to build a team today and go mountain climbing."

Cheng Haidong: "............"

Lan He: "Come on, don't look back."

Cheng Haidong's legs were still soft, and he pushed the bicycle and walked forward, but he still said blankly in his mouth: "Vanchang Tuanjian also climbs mountains..."

...

Large-scale meetings were held in various places in Beijing, and some people, including Cheng Haidong, did notice, and vaguely felt that there were more strange things heard in Beijing recently. The bell of Juehui Temple rang once before. ...

But for most people, this kind of guessing is just another weird talk. Not everyone is so unlucky. Like Cheng Haidong, he saw a group of gangs crossing the road to build a group.

On that day, Lan He went to Song Qiyun's studio to find Song Futan. He habitually let Hu 79 and Yi Ping be better at home before leaving. He did not worry about the bird. Hu 79 was well fed. , Mainly telling Hu 79 to stop stealing Yiping’s glasses, and Yiping also don’t want to keep Zhahu’s heart...

Due to the nature of the work, Song Qiyun’s office location does not spend much time each year, and so does Song Futan.

When Lan He entered the office, only Song Futan was inside.

"Song Dao hasn't come yet? I thought I was late." Lan He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him. Although it was not the first time to see Song Qiyun, the chat script was still very special.

Song Futan looked at Lan He's small animal like a probe and ran in again, with a smile in his eyes, "I'm waiting for you here."

"Teacher Xuanguang has been waiting for a long time." Lan He usually jumped a bit more in the underworld, and Song Futan was the only living person who knew his identity, so he often showed up in front of Song Futan.

He jokedly handed over his resume and introduced himself: "I am Dongyue Yin Xiaolai, 250 years old this year, good at hooking, origami, fighting..."

Song Futan also said in harmony: "What dreams do you have?"

Lan He: "I want to visit Dongyue one day..."

Song Futan: "..."

Lan He: "Poof hahahahaha!"

Song Futan also laughed, "Have you ever been to Dongyue?"

Your dream of Dongyue Yinsi Xiaolai is to go to Dongyue. Song Futan wants to rub Lan He's head hard.

"Really, I also suddenly remembered that I have never been to Dongyue, whether it is between the underworld or the sun." Lan He laughed, but actually had the opportunity to want to see it.

Speaking of which, it is rumored that Mr. Xuanguang doesn’t like to go out, and I don’t know if he is interested in traveling or not...

In fact, we can go together, Song Futan is thrilled, but Lan He is also busy recently...

At this time, Song Qiyun had pushed the door in, "Lanhe is here."

Lan He stood up immediately, "Director Song."

"It's okay, you are sitting, how nervous." Song Qiyun was very easy-going. "Relax, it's okay, let's take a look at the script. This hasn't reached the formal preparation stage, and nothing has been settled. And I don't know Fu Tan and Did you say that this character is more difficult to find, but you happen to be very fit, so just relax."

This is not at all the stage of casting, but only because of the particularity of this time, only when you set up a small one can you start the others.

Lan He glanced at Song Futan. He remembered that Song Futan said that the role was very suitable. "Well... I was a little worried that I was not competent."

"I don't think so," Song Qiyun smiled, "I think you are very similar to Xiaolai!"

Lan He was confused, "Ah?"

Song Qiyun: "Oh, Xiaolai is the name of the protagonist, I think your temperament is very similar to him..."

Lan He: "........."

Come here? ? Lan He turned his head blankly, but saw Song Futan looking sideways out of the window without seeing his face, but Lan He felt strongly that he should be smiling.

Song Qiyun shook everything out: "I originally said that Xiaolai didn't have pear vortex, but then Fu Tan saw you and changed his mind, saying that there can be."

Lan He: "........................"

What can be there is already there!

Lan He came back, and whispered: "Teacher Xuanguang, you don't tell me, it's "Xiaolai"!"

Song Futan has a low cough, which is a rare embarrassment: "You said you want to see for yourself, I wanted to tell you last time."

Lan He was ignorant at first, and now he wanted to laugh after being surprised. Xiao Song took him as the protagonist prototype! Even the name Xiaolai was even used directly. No wonder he would say that this role is suitable for him.

It is estimated that when I first wrote, I didn't know that he was still alive. After he was away from his soul, he became a character in Xuanguang's pen.

So Song Futan would use it because he left a deep impression on him at first...

Song Qiyun didn't know anything yet. He was looking down at the printed script. He only heard the two of them talking about it and introduced it: "The painter Luo Renren, one of the eight monsters in Yangzhou, is called a five-point talent, five points. Guicai is the best at making ghost paintings. He once made a painting called Ghost Picture. The hero of the story, Xiao Lai, accidentally entered the world of Ghost Picture, came to Hades and experienced all kinds of ghosts."

It is a ghost, but it reflects the world. Ghosts are like human beings, the only people who act like ghosts in people's hearts, jumping out of the ordinary, even absurd.

Song Qiyun handed the script to Lan He, glanced at Song Futan, and said strangely, "What are you smirking for?"

Song Futan: "............"

Song Qiyun exaggerated, but he just thinks that his son's laughter frequency today is too high compared to the usual arc, is he so happy to find Xiaolai?

Song Futan shook his head, the embarrassment at the bottom of his heart also disappeared, looking at Lan He intently, he had opened the script.

Lan He held the script and took a closer look. When he saw Xiao Lai's appearance, the stay time became longer. His fingers pinched the edge of the paper and tightened up unconsciously.

In Song Futan's description, the little coming under the dawn of the dawn made Lan He see somehow his heart beat faster and faster. The author wrote by hand, is he close to the world in Song Futan's heart...

Lan He took a quick look at Song Futan, he and Song Qiyun were looking at themselves, "Huh? How do you like being young?"

In front of Song Futan, Lan He was not very embarrassed, "I saw him playing, okay..."

Song Qiyun immediately said: "How can it be okay? Lan He, I have great expectations for you, you think carefully, we are super good since we were young! You have to look at him with this mood, experience the intention of the screenwriter, feel His cuteness!"

Song Futan: "............"

Lan He: "........."

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