All the heavens, starting from the Yinyang Road in Gangzong

Chapter 58 The Beginning of Negotiations

After listening to the words of the two, Ting felt a wave of turmoil in her heart. She didn't expect that these Hong Kong people really had some skills to know that there was something wrong with their headgear.
She has always had a secret in her heart, the eldest sister in the headgear is a good ghost, she has been there (she thought she was protecting her.)
Just when Ting was going to say that the headgear had long been lost.

After entering this dressing room, Zhou Junwei, who felt the slight heat from the charm on his chest for the first time, knew that he had found the right place.

"We don't want to destroy it, but we just want to use the headgear it wears to become a line of communication with our friend in the theater. I believe you also want to hear what it thinks?"

Ting looked at Zhou Junwei's face, as if she was judging whether what he said was true or false.

Zhou Junwei, who could see what she was thinking, smiled softly: "You should have heard that professional things should be done by professional people, so I think you should let us have a try."

Ting remained silent, Zhou Junwei's face became silent, and he said seriously: "Miss Ting, let me tell you, ghosts are not something to joke about, nor are they some beautiful things that you imagined in your mind that can arouse your sympathy.

It’s okay if it dies at the end of its life or dies naturally. At most, its feelings are very weak, like a very lonely person. Except for the loved ones, it treats everyone else as strangers at most. If you don’t offend it, it won’t offend you. .

But if this ghost died in an accident or was killed by others, then its heart is definitely full of resentment, except for a very few people who care very much, it will be full of hatred and jealousy towards everyone else in this world , etc. negative emotions.

If it is compared to a person, it is a mental patient who has serious criminal tendencies and endures pain that ordinary people cannot understand. Such a person is definitely not because you have helped them, or you have good intentions for them, so you will accept them. "

It was the first time Mengcha heard about the specific situation of ghosts. He originally thought that ghosts were similar to ordinary people, but now he couldn't help persuading him in a cold sweat: "Ting, it's better to listen to the professionals, even if you don't do it for yourself. Think about it, and think about the rest of the crew."

In fact, there is no need to talk too much, after hearing Zhou Junwei's words, Ting was already startled, and the hairs on her body couldn't help standing up.

Even though she still didn't quite believe the Hong Kong man's words, she didn't have the courage to keep hiding the headgear any longer. She pointed to the cabinet under the far right of the dressing table: "The headgear is in the cabinet."

Mengcha immediately wanted to take it, Zhou Junwei quickly stopped him: "Don't take it with your hands, pick it out with a stick."

Hearing this, Mengcha's expression suddenly became sluggish and terrified, because he thought of a terrible thing, and couldn't help but stammered and asked: "Master, there are five people in the crew who have taken this A headgear, except for the four you asked us to stay, and the female producer who had a sudden myocardial infarction, will we die one by one like in some horror movies because of taking the headgear?"

Seeing Mengcha's panic-stricken appearance, although Zhou Junwei didn't know if it would develop like that, he was afraid that he would run away indiscriminately in panic and cause unnecessary trouble, so he comforted him: "Taking the headgear will only make your The yang energy is a little low, so it won't be like in a horror movie, one by one will die, don't worry, as long as we finish this ceremony at night and explain it clearly to it, we will be fine."

Mengcha lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head and came up with another idea: "I'm willing to pay a sum of money, you are here to do things, how about I go to the temple to wait for your news at night?"

Zhou Junwei shook his head: "Only some lonely and wild ghosts are afraid of temples. The slightly stronger ghosts are not afraid of temples at all. The temple will make them feel a little uncomfortable at most. They will only get hurt when they touch the statues in the temple."

According to Lin Li's own guess, this world is too small, too little to accommodate supernatural power, and the power of gods and Buddhas all over the sky is too strong, if it penetrates even a little bit, it may cause harm to this world, so simply let this world natural development.

Mengcha couldn't believe this: "If this is the case, the ghosts are not unsolvable. The existence of ghosts will definitely be known to everyone, because ordinary people like us will die if they touch them. By the way, does the government have the ability to destroy them?"

Zhou Junwei continued to explain: "Don't think about it, the chance of ordinary people wanting to run into a ghost is even harder than buying a lottery ticket, and there is a person who wants to become a powerful ghost, but also needs a special fate, and even one Powerful ghosts need many rules if they want to harm people, and in the end, if they dare to harm people indiscriminately, they will be arrested by ghost officers."

Mengcha understood Zhou Junwei's meaning, that is, while they were very unlucky, they encountered a ghost with a special fate, so they encountered such a dangerous thing, and it was not so easy for this ghost to harm them.

As for the matter of wanting to call the ghost messenger, he didn't say it again. This is not the world of novels and movies. The ghost messengers are all little Luoluo, and they are all good people with kind hearts.

To put it bluntly, the job of ghost messengers has never been to save people, and it is too easy for them to make an ordinary person become a ghost. For such a powerful existence, ordinary people are no better than an ant How much, and how would he care about the life and death of ordinary people, unless he can get benefits.

Meng Cha, who wanted to understand, had a completely different attitude from before, and said with a little humbleness: "Then it all depends on you, Master, I will go out now to supervise how they arrange it, this is not a joke thing."

……

The originally sunny weather suddenly turned cloudy after seven o'clock in the evening, and it looked like it was raining.

Now the living room of the house rented by the crew has become a huge mourning hall. In the center of the mourning hall, there is a headgear where the photos are placed. Behind the headgear is a mirror at the height of a person. The two sides of the front of the mourning hall are densely packed with paper for sacrifices. Taste.

Zhou Junwei called all four members of the crew to him: "We will invite it out at 12 o'clock in the evening, and then you will be responsible for burning all kinds of sacrifices to it. Remember to be sincere."

"Ming...understand."

"learn."

"Oh."

"Master depends on you."

Watch their fearful, indifferent, casual attitude.Zhou Junwei emphasized again: "When it comes out at night, don't scream in fright, otherwise it will make it angry, and everyone will be in trouble."

Mengcha looked at the eyes of the three people next to him with a ruthless look. He would do anything to save his life, and then he firmly assured: "Master, don't worry, I will take care of them."

11pm.

Chen Dachang stood on both sides with Dezi, and began to recite the spirit chapter of breaking the prison.

Zhou Junwei and Huang Jiawen lit a handful of green incense and inserted it in front of the headgear.

Zhou Junwei first took a few deep breaths, intending to show a more serious attitude than he used to talk to serious mental patients in the clinic.

(End of this chapter)