After wearing the book, I relied on yin and yang feng shui to bend the king of hell [Entertainment C

While thinking about how many dishes would be enough to eat, He Yu took out from the refrigerator, and finally took out all of them, only to realize that the four people who came over were all looking at him helplessly.

He Yu tilted his head to express his doubts: "Can you cook?"

The four shook their heads together.

He Yu: "..."

Thinking about it, it's true, these few are young people, basically entered the entertainment industry right after graduating from university, it's normal that they don't know how to cook.

He Yu recalled the time when he was huddled in a rented house and fried vegetables before wearing books.

"Let me do it," he washed his hands and pushed a few people out, "wait obediently."

Four people: "..." There was a hint of my mother's breath.

He Yu put on an apron over the hoodie, prepared the dishes one by one and put them on the round table. After a few people turned around and came back, they saw a large table of dishes.

He Yu put the pot into the bucket and filled it with water. He was going to wash it later, and placed bowls of rice in front of everyone who was already seated.

"Eat while it's hot," He Yu untied his apron and sat down, "There's not enough in the rice cooker."

Several people looked at a table full of hot meals: I'm afraid it's not enough to eat without staple food.

After eating, He Yu rubbed the note in his pocket with the hidden mission, and seeing that it was twelve o'clock, he quietly left the sofa to search everywhere.

When he reached the second floor, he glanced at the well-lit windows at the end of the corridor. Today's weather is bad, the sun hasn't come out all day, and it will probably rain again in a while.

It was a pity that this round of searching found nothing, and he returned to the living room with his head down. Xu Silu and Zhao Xiao had already finished washing the dishes.

He Yu said hard, sat back on the sofa, quietly looked at his phone, to see if there were any remaining matters related to the company that he had not dealt with.

Halfway through, Ge Miao, who was really bored, leaned over, hooked his shoulders and sat beside him: "What are you doing, brother Yu?" He wanted to lean over to look at He Yu's phone.

He Yu was a little dazed by the violent vibration of the sofa, and his phone was tilted towards Ge Miao.

What Ge Miao saw was the documents and messages sent to him by He Yifang:

He Yifang: Boss, the planning department has recently decided to sponsor a TV series. The contract has been preliminarily drawn up. You can just fax it with your signature. It's not urgent.

Ge Miao: "..." Panic, I am panicking now.

"Then what," he sat upright, "show me Boss Hehe."

He Yu didn't react to the sudden change of attitude, and blinked there.He doesn't know too much about the details of the contract, but it's always okay to show outsiders, right?

He clicked on the contract, roughly guessed what Ge Miao was interested in, and showed him who Party B was.

Ge Miao looked at the name of the TV series written on it, and rubbed his eyes several times to make sure he read it correctly: "This TV series... the male lead seems to be me if I remember correctly." The same shrank and didn't move.

He Yu: "..." What's there to be afraid of?I am not a devil.

Ge Miao participated in that TV series because he thought the script was good, and his agent also said that the show had a chance of being a hit. Who knew that two days later, he was notified that he was short of funds and was currently seeking sponsorship.So at this time, Satan's company's help is particularly important.

He Yu looked at Ge Miao, who looked like a child who was aggrieved and begged his parents for a new toy, and sighed: "Don't be like this, did I say I wouldn't sign it?"

Ge Miao breathed a sigh of relief.

A few curious people next to me have been staring at it from the beginning, remembering all the things that have been temporarily forgotten after a day of experience: Their Brother Yu is not only Brother Yu, but also may become their financial father at any time. Today is Ge Miao, I don't know whose turn it will be tomorrow.

After Ge Miao made a fuss, he wandered off to another place. He Yu continued to look at his phone, and after half a day of mental preparation, he clicked on Weibo. The popularity of yesterday's hot searches was still on the rise.

The official notice is that the live broadcast will continue as usual today, and none of the five guests who participated responded, making it impossible to understand what it means.

Let's talk about hype, people seem to be okay after the incident; if it's not hype, how confident is the program group that such a horrible thing will never be paid attention to?

Even the marketing accounts put down the keyboards in their hands, and at best explained what happened last night.

He Yu decided to forget about it in a month or two, and then brushed up his super chat.

A fresh Weibo that was posted not long ago caught his attention.

Gold Medal Feng Shui Yin Yang Mr. V: [He Yu last night was completely the method of exorcising ghosts passed down by his ancestors, I have to admire it. 】

Afterwards, he introduced the specific drawing method and use of each talisman in the live broadcast at length. There were many things he didn't know, and he added his own understanding after splitting the talisman into parts.

At the end, I did not forget to add: [This is a rare genius who is rarely seen in a thousand years! 】

He Yu looked at the million-plus fans of this porn blogger: "..."

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He Yu couldn't laugh or cry after watching it, but the key is that the blogger was right.

Out of sight and out of mind, he turned off his phone.

A bright light flashed in front of his eyes.

He reflexively searched for the source of the light, and saw Lu Yiran raise a hand slightly: "Sorry, sorry, I was watching this just now."

He Yu looked over and saw that Lu Yiran was holding a letter in a transparent folder in his other hand, which was the clue he found yesterday: the farewell letter.The light was accidentally reflected on He Yu's face just now.

In the setting of the plot, the parting letter was left by the little girl’s boyfriend—that is, the scumbag before leaving, and it was filled with hypocritical sweet words.

It's scumbag and hateful. It's clear that he won't come back after getting the money, and he's tied people's hearts firmly.

In an astonishing coincidence, the little girl confirmed to He Yu that there was indeed this thing, and it was almost the same as the props prepared by the program group.

It was so coincidental that He Yu couldn't believe it.

After chatting for a few more words, He Yu reopened Weibo, and he squeezed into another trending search: #贾玉被宁水大师赞起#

He Yu stared at this trending search wordlessly for a long time.It wasn't until the npc came to assign tasks in the afternoon that he limply got up from the sofa.

Nothing happened the whole day the next day, and no ghosts appeared in the live broadcast at night because of He Yu's careful cleaning, and the side effect was obvious - He Yu's closet was almost full.

He even considered whether to buy a small house to raise it if he brought it back.

"Jizhong..." He Yu lay on the bed, thinking about the reminder of the hidden mission.

The middle of the day generally refers to noon, does this refer to the time when the sun rises to its highest point?

He Yu murmured in his heart, there are dark clouds today and the sun hasn't risen yet, the weather forecast should improve immediately tomorrow, let's check it then.

On the third day, there was no live broadcast today, so He Yu didn't rush to clean up the ghosts that might appear in the corridor early in the morning, and slept until ten o'clock.

On the last day, other people improvised to cook a meal for Brother Yu, who worked the hardest, so four young people who couldn't cook huddled together in the kitchen. When He Yu came downstairs after washing up, he saw a table of dishes.

Because it is made according to the recipe on the Internet, it is more or less passable.Except that some were too salty and some were too bland, He Yu taught himself how to control the taste while eating.

This afternoon was their last search time. After dinner, they had to vote for "Person Possessed by Ghosts", which felt similar to finding a murderer.

After dinner, before twelve o'clock, He Yu glanced out the window. It was cloudless today, and the warm autumn sun was covering the already heated glass.

He walked up to the second floor and stood in front of the window at the end. The sun was shining directly in. He Yu took a closer look and found a thin piece of transparent paper pasted on the window with hollows on it.

Taking two steps back, as expected, the sun projected the hollowed out characters on the retro wooden floor:

"Don't come here for half a year old, and you will have tens of thousands of knots every inch of your intestines."

A line of poetry is reflected.

He Yu still has some understanding of ancient poetry. He was a liberal arts student before wearing the book. After recalling it for a while, he spit out two words: "Lovesickness."

Lovesick because of parting.

parting……

This is like a reply letter, a reply letter to the person who will not come back, a reply letter to the person who wrote the parting letter hypocritically.

He Yu took a picture of the floor and left silently.

The answer is clear.

There was no suspense in the deciphering at night, Lu Yiran was that person, of course the possession or something was fake, but it was the first night of the live broadcast that he got the note "You are possessed".

After spending three days and two nights together, everyone felt somewhat emotional. After the filming was finished, everyone left one after another. He Yu stayed silently and asked Yan Zhen to come over tomorrow morning.

Lu Yiran stayed with him, he lived too far away, it was getting late, and the assistant couldn't arrive within two hours, so he might as well stay another night and leave tomorrow morning.

He Yu couldn't sleep well. There were too many coincidences in this variety show. First, it perfectly reproduced the reason why the little girl committed suicide, and then every clue and object was real.

It's as if... it was deliberately arranged by someone.

Yan Zen came early the next morning, and He Yu had just woken up, getting up in a daze, being urged by Yan Zen to wash up.

When He Yu came back with a towel and a toothbrush cup, Yan Zen, who was wearing work clothes, was admiring the cabinet, holding the black ball sealed in a charm with black patterns on the day of He Yu's live broadcast, stuffing it into his sleeve.

"Can it be raised?" The familiar question appeared.

Yan Zen: "..." You can raise it, and one day of raising it will reduce your lifespan by one year.

He insisted that he couldn't, and He Yu hesitated before compromising.

He Yu followed Yan Zen who was wandering around the house, the light from the window made the black dress look like an ink painting bathed in sunlight, the cuffs reflected bright yellow light, and the gold silk pattern that was not obvious on the body was undoubtedly revealed.

He Yu couldn't help touching it with his hands, the texture of silk was smooth and soft.

Yan Zen: "..." It's okay to touch, but can you not touch my waist.

He shuddered with an itch.

He Yu suddenly remembered what happened yesterday, and told Yan Zen about the bunch of coincidences.

The two walked to the attic and then came down. Yan Zen asked the little girl a few questions casually. Since He Yu was staring at him with a bunch of unknown spells, he had to be as approachable as coaxing a child.

Yan Zen's goosebumps finally subsided, and she dragged He Yu to a corner downstairs, frowning slightly, her originally delicate brows became serious: "Indeed, there is a problem with this matter."

The author has something to say:

Don't come to the half-year-old's music and books, every inch of the intestines is tens of thousands of knots. ——Tang Wei Zhuang "Ying Tianchang·Don't Come to Half-year-old Music and Book Absolutely"