Chapter 967

The flower dance shadow immediately asked, "who?"

We also turned on the flashlight to the door. The other party was also blinded by the light, so we first surrendered and removed the light to let us see that it was a man of about 30 years old.

Judging from the guy's clothes, he wasn't from a mountain village, so I asked, "are you a member of the crew?"

"Yes, yes, who are you?" He seemed to recognize that we didn't have a local accent and asked a rhetorical question.

As soon as we heard that we were from the crew, we all removed the flashlight. I told him that we were local, but we lived in other places for a long time and came back to visit our relatives years ago. The guy was very talkative. He took out a cigarette and handed it to me and xuangen. Xuangen didn't smoke and shook his hand. I caught one and took out a lighter to light it for him.

Don't look at this simple cigarette receiving and lighting, which immediately shortens the distance between each other. Everyone sat on the slate and chatted.

This guy's name is Zhang Yan. He is the art of the crew and sets scenery and props. Although I don't know the crew, I also know that these are three important departments. How can I be alone? The guy said with a smile that his crew is a grass-roots team. The whole play will only invest hundreds of thousands. How many professionals do you expect to raise?

Not only can't afford to invite people, but also can't afford to spend the money to stay in a hotel in the town. The director and actors make do with living in the village. He did three jobs alone. When he was short of manpower, he asked logistics and actors for help. Then he took out a mobile phone, smiled and said that although the team was small, the heroine he was looking for was very beautiful. It was also that the director fooled a naked model without access. I heard that it was still the unspoken rule given by the director.

Xia Yuye, huawuying and Lingzhu were not interested in beautiful women. Xuangen and I both stretched out our heads and looked at his mobile phone. The above is the picture taken today. A woman is hanging. After zooming in, the actress was really beautiful, which made my friends very unhappy. Your uncle's director, such a good cabbage makes you arch. My brother condemns you on behalf of all men. But then again, if I were to be a tour guide, would I dive?

This is a serious and ethical issue. I would never do such shameless things. But send it to the door and let you dive? I suddenly found that as long as I'm a normal man, I won't refuse, will I? As long as you can't die, it doesn't seem like a big deal whether you want to face or not.

Cough, it's far away, and it's deeply dirty in my heart.

I asked him what he was doing in this room at midnight? Zhang Yan said that in order to save money, he had to arrange scenes in the ghost cave all night.

Zhang Yan smoked three cigarettes and got up and went back to bed. He locked the door when he left. I was a little depressed. The key to his home was always in the hands of others. We can't get into the old house. It's just an excuse to go to the ancestral grave in the back mountain. Who went to the grave in the middle of the night? Didn't you blow your head!

We turned off the lights and waited here until twelve o'clock in the bitter cold mountain wind. Hua Wuying whispered on the road that it's best that the pinch of hair is still there. She wants to take good care of the grandson and vent her hatred.

When the onion God heard it, he climbed out of his bag, lay on my shoulder and asked, "how do you want to fix him?"

"I'm still thinking." Two girls scratch their heads.

"Why don't I help you pull his hot urine?" The onion God smiled obscene.

The flower dance shadow frowned and looked disgusted, but then said happily, "OK, just fix him!" The two goods just hit it off.

We went down to a place dozens of meters away from the mourning shed and shrank behind the corner to observe the situation below. The lights around the mourning shed are all bright, shining the flat land as bright as day. But it is surprisingly quiet. The quieter it is, the more people feel full of death.

Needless to say, there must be relatives in the mourning shed. Most of the villagers returned to the town. The snoring from several houses speculated that some people should be left on duty at night.

So I asked the onion God and ice language to scare away these people separately. The onion God said sweetly, "sister ice language, where do we start?"

After listening to this sentence, I almost fainted. You have lived for thousands of years. You actually call someone else's sister. Do you want to face?

Ice language glanced at it coldly and said, "you go to the mourning shed, I'll go to the house." Then the ghost flashed and disappeared.

The onion God threw his mouth: "it's too bad to let this great God go to the spirit shed. How scary..."

I couldn't bear it. I slapped it down the hillside. His uncle, you have the face to say that you are afraid of the Lingpeng?

They both went down for a few seconds, only to hear screams in several rooms and under the spiritual shed. A dozen people ran out of the house and hurried down the mountain. The relatives of the wake ran away in filial piety clothes, which made the brothers suddenly find out that what they did this time was very mean?

Among the escaping crowd, we saw Bai Jian, who was about to run out of our sight. The onion God fell from the sky in time, pressed the boy to the ground and pulled a bubble of hot urine with the smell of onion on his head. Without being frightened, the boy took a puff. All the others were running for their lives in a hurry. Regardless of his life or death, the villagers ran away all at once, leaving only dizzy Bai Jian lying on the slope, motionless like a dead dog.

I proudly snapped my fingers and walked down in front of my head. Unexpectedly, Lingzhu scolded behind me: "small people succeed!"

I have a bitter smile in my heart. My friend doesn't care about it like you. I'll go back and settle accounts with the old boy after autumn.

In the shed, there was a mess, a lantern smashed, a censer and a fire pan tilted, and sand, incense and paper dust everywhere. The smell of burning paper and Baijiu was everywhere in the air, which was the unique smell of death. Every time I smell this smell, I feel unspeakable desolation in my heart.

Xia Yu said with a little fear: "the body is moving again!"

I nodded, picked up the incense burner, put it on the table, lit three incense sticks, inserted them in the incense burner and said respectfully, "old village head, I'm Bai Yu. I'll give you incense. I hope your spirit in heaven can rest in peace. I found that your body is different, so I want to open the coffin for inspection, and the old man will make atonement! "

"Don't be so wordy, open the coffin!"

Er Niu liked this job best. She ran over and opened the crystal coffin cover. Suddenly, a cold wind gushed out from the inside, which made her shiver.

Lingzhu hurriedly said, "get back, there's a ghost in it!"

The flower dance shadow listened to her, looked down and was stunned. She only heard her say, "is the old village head a man or a woman, a young man or an old man?"

The question is fresh enough. Of course, the old village head is a man and must be an old man. Otherwise, how can he call the old village head? But I immediately reacted, was the body in the coffin transferred? So a dart rushed to the coffin and looked down to see that there was a woman lying inside!

Although the woman's face is pale without a trace of blood, she looks very beautiful. I seem to have seen it somewhere. At this time, xuangen also came and said in surprise, "isn't this the actress?"

I was shocked. Yes, the old boy has a good memory for women. This is the actress. But how did she run into the crystal coffin of the old village head and die?