soul collector

Tang Xiu could still remember Han Yang's amazed eyes when he first saw him dance with his mask masked, and he could also recall the gloomy expression on the man's face that forcibly concealed his displeasure after knowing his true identity.If Han Yang knew his identity from the very beginning, then during the two-month competition schedule of "The Unknown Dancer", that man really performed his tricks exquisitely and seamlessly.

A deep intuition stuck in his heart, Tang Xiu hesitated to speak, and only heard Jiang Qiao ask: "Where are you? Is it over?"

"Well, it's over." Tang Xiu turned his head and glanced at the mansion. Most of the lights had been turned off, and only some staff members were left cleaning the venue.The ancestor took off his sweater and hat, took off the mascot hanging around his neck, put it in his pocket, and walked back.

"Are you on set?"

"exist."

"Zhang Zhongzhong should go back earlier than me. Please help me keep an eye on him and see if there is anything wrong with him."

Jiang Qiao asked, "What happened to him?"

"It's weird. I kept it until the end but I didn't seem to get an autograph. I'm very frustrated."

Jiang Qiao groaned, "Why are you back? I'll find someone to pick you up."

"No need." Tang Xiu sighed, "I'll find a place to change my clothes first, what I'm wearing is messed up."

When the ancestor changed back to his daily private server and returned to the crew, it was already dinner time. Wu Zimo was pulling Chris out to have some skewers. Chris was a little lazy and unwilling to move, so Wu Zimo shook him vigorously.

As soon as he met Tang Xiu, Wu Zimo restrained himself a bit, smiled with a row of big white teeth and said, "Senior, do you want to go for a string together, and then go to sing K, today is the weekend."

"I'm not going, I'm a little tired." Tang Xiu casually glanced around, "Where's Zhongzhong? Didn't he go with you?"

"He." Wu Zimo paused, subconsciously looked at Chris, Chris whispered: "He doesn't seem very happy."

"What's wrong?" Tang Xiu asked.

"Dejected, I went back to my room alone."

Wu Zimo waved his hand to ease the atmosphere and said: "It's normal, we play with us, and he probably has a little pressure in the first week of joining the group."

Tang Xiu nodded and walked towards the room, just as Jiang Qiao came out in the corridor.

"How about it?"

"It's very frustrating. As for whether he got the signature or not, he doesn't know. After all, he doesn't know that I actually made the ticket."

Tang Xiu lowered his eyes, "Then I'll go and see him."

"Why do you care so much about his pursuit of stars?" Jiang Qiao hesitated, "We might as well start with Han Yang. What do you suspect now? Do you suspect that Han Yang is a soul collector? Just ask. If He’s not, and he doesn’t understand, so he just forgets about it.”

Tang Xiu glanced at Jiang Qiao. There was no one around. The ancestor slowly took a breath and said in a low voice, "I always feel that something is wrong."

"What's wrong?"

Tang Xiu looked at the ground, "Intuition tells me that he is the soul collector, so there is no need to ask."

Jiang Qiao was confused when he heard the words, "Then what is your repressed point?"

Tang Xiu raised his eyes, "Soul collectors shouldn't be this kind of people. All the actions and stances of people in cultivation are for the sake of cultivation, and Han Yang—he has already lived like a mortal. A person with the ability of a soul collector mortals, very terrible."

Jiang Qiao was taken aback when he heard the words, and paused for a few seconds before hesitatingly said: "But... which group doesn't have a few scum? I think it's normal."

"It's not normal, it's not normal at all." Tang Xiu shook his head, and after saying a few words, he suddenly turned around and walked quickly into the room.Jiang Qiao was startled, turned his head to see that no one was there, and immediately followed.

The door of the room was closed, and the ancestor sat on the bed, burying his face in his hands.

Jiang Qiao was stunned for a full minute without saying a word.

Tang Xiu like this was something he had never seen before.In his cognition, this exhausted and dazed state seems to have absolutely nothing to do with the person in front of him.

Jiang Qiao sat down next to Tang Xiu lightly at a loss, and after a while, stretched out his arms to circle the old ancestor.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked quietly.

Tang Xiu didn't raise his head, the voice came from between the fingers of his palm, a little muffled.It's like explaining, but also like organizing your own thoughts.

"The most fundamental law between heaven and earth is time. Everything in the world, good and evil, success or failure, honor or disgrace, cannot escape the word time. Eternal existence is the existence of anti-truth, or in other words, the only thing that can last forever is the truth itself." Tang Xiu paused. "The reason why soul collectors can enjoy the exclusive privilege of longevity is because we are exercising the truth for the heaven and the earth, and we are the embodiment of truth. This group can gradually die out, but it cannot be changed. Just like many younger generations who like to live a happy life, but never He has not forgotten his mission as a soul collector."

Tang Xiu slowly raised his head and looked at his palm, "From the appearance of the successor to Han Yang, I'm really a little confused."

Jiang Qiao digested it for a long time, then suddenly sighed, "Do you think that you are the oldest person with heavy responsibilities?"

"Probably." Tang Xiu rubbed his temples, "Han Yang must be clarified. If it is confirmed that he is a soul collector, then maybe..." Tang Xiu paused, "We should be the first person in ten thousand years. Once, clear the portal."

"To kill someone?" Jiang Qiao was stunned when he heard this.

The old ancestor's face was still gentle, but there was a hint of firmness deep in those black eyes.

"If he is no longer the incarnation of truth, and wading into the muddy waters of good and evil with his own desires, even if he only commits minor evils, he should never exist in the world again." Tang Xiu paused, "As a mortal, he has no Fault, but he can only be a mortal from now on, follow the law of life and death, do you understand?"

Jiang Qiao was stunned for a while, then nodded.

In fact, he was still a little dazed. The old ancestor was sitting there full of Buddha spirit, but what he said was to clean up the door.

After being silent for a long time, Jiang Qiao swallowed, "Well, don't be impulsive, let's check again."

"Ah."

"If it is true, when do you plan to do it?"

Tang Xiu thought for a while, "I don't know, I went to the battlefield thousands of years ago, but I didn't kill anyone. I think maybe we should follow him for the rest of our lives. If he doesn't do great evil, we will wait for his life to end. Time to finish him."

"What does it mean that life should end?"

"After completing the practice of this life and obtaining the life of the next life, it should be regarded as a mortal's life."

"Oh, okay." Jiang Qiao felt in his heart that this day was really exciting. Ever since he met Tang Xiu, it had added too many thrills to his life as a director.

The room was silent when there was a sudden knock on the door.

The door was ajar, but Li Ziping saw Jiang Qiao and Tang Xiu sitting upright through the crack of the door, so he pushed the door in and said, "Director Jiang, have you received Han Yang's invitation?"

Jiang Qiao was taken aback, "What invitation?"

"A job invitation." Li Ziping said: "It's kind of weird, Han Yang Studio suddenly sent me a job invitation letter, wanting Tang Xiu to join the MV of the title song of his new album, I see that the proposal says 'MV The director has already invited Jiang Qiao, so I'm here to ask you."

Jiang Qiao and Tang Xiu looked at each other, and Jiang Qiao sighed, "Just now the assistant said he wanted to call me, so that's probably all."

Li Ziping clicked his tongue, "Didn't you say that he was indifferent to Tang Xiu in the "Unknown Dancer" program group? This person is a bit strange. Besides, Tang Xiu doesn't have time to shoot any MV, so I just replied ?”

Tang Xiu suddenly said, "When will we shoot?"

"Ah? Are you really tempted?" Li Ziping glanced at his phone, "Next weekend. The time is really rushed, and every day here is very tiring. I suggest you don't. MV is not very popular now. Seriously, if you want to cooperate with Han Yang, I can help you dig up a small video of the interaction with the mentor during "The Unknown Dancer" on Weibo, and fry it, it will be better than making an MV."

Jiang Qiao suddenly said, "It's okay, the crew can have some free time here, I should accept this cooperation, and Tang Xiu should accept it too."

Li Ziping was taken aback when he heard the words, and was about to ask something, but Tang Xiu turned his head back again, his brows were slightly condensed, as if he was preoccupied.

Jiang Qiao waved his hands at Li Ziping and told him to leave first.

During the contract signing stage, both parties did not come forward. Until the contract was signed, Han Yang's studio did not make any publicity for this cooperation.Jiang Qiao had people staring at Weibo all the time, without the slightest sign of trouble.

The drunkard's intention is not to drink, maybe there is no need to ask for proof.

Another weekend, when the entire crew was still drowsy in the morning, Tang Xiu and Jiang Qiao had already boarded the car and were about to leave for Han Yang's studio.

After Tang Xiuren became popular, it was no different from before. The Wannian ancestor had no real pursuit of material things. The local pick-up car was a temporarily rented white bread, which can be said to be extremely simple among artists.

So much so that when the car drove out, the fans who were squatting outside the crew never thought that there would be Tang Xiu in the car.

As the car passed by them, Tang Xiu glanced through the glass, feeling a little unsure, then turned his head to look again, until he saw the signature on the back of one of their hoodies - it was the one who sneaked into the crew to find his signature a few days ago fan.

The old ancestor sighed, "Stop."

The white bread stopped, and after a while, a man wearing a black mask and a long white trench coat came down and walked slowly towards the two little girls.

It was past seven o'clock in the morning, and the little girls had been waiting all night, and they were already so tired that they sat on the curb together and fell asleep.

One of them vaguely heard footsteps in a daze, and then a tall figure seemed to stand in front of them, covering the morning light.

Trying to wake up for the last time, she opened her eyes, and then let out a cry after seeing Tang Xiu clearly.

The companion was taken aback, stood up all of a sudden, and looked around in bewilderment.

Tang Xiu sighed, a little helpless, "Didn't you say last time that you would go back when you got the autograph? And squat here all night again?"

The little girl opened her mouth excitedly, and I didn't come out for a long time, and finally she only said, "I like you."

Tang Xiu couldn't help laughing, "Thank you for your liking, but you have to take care of your health."

"it is good!"

Tang Xiu turned to the girl next to him, "And you, take care of yourself too."

Unexpectedly, the girl blushed a little and scratched her head, "I'm her roommate, but actually I... I'm here to wait for someone else."

It would be embarrassing if it was placed on other artists, but Tang Xiu seemed relieved when he heard the words, and smiled, "Who are you waiting for? I can help you get an autograph."

"Really?" The girl's eyes lit up, "I'm waiting for Zhang Zhongzhong! Can you get my autograph for me?"

Tang Xiu smiled, "Okay." He borrowed the phone from the girl casually while talking, made a call to Chi Long, and pressed the phone off after the connection.

"I have work today. I will ask my assistant to contact you after I get my signature later. You two should go back quickly."

"thanks, thanks!"

Tang Xiu watched the two little girls run away with a smile on his lips.He turned around and took two steps in the direction of the car, then suddenly turned around and glanced at the backs of the two little girls.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the voice of Zhang Zhongzhong's fan seems familiar.