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The autumn's tiger was abnormally hot. I sat at the entrance of the clay shop, using the fan in my hand to cool down. At this moment, a person was walking towards me with a smile.

This person, Xiao Cihu, invited a few idols in my shop. I heard that he was a producer from a film and television company with a big body, wearing a cotton hemp shirt, and had a string of 18 stars and moon portraits in his hands. He looked just like a middle-aged, greasy man.

Xiao Cihu casually found a horse and sat across from me, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth, he smiled and said:

"Brother Qin, we haven't seen each other for awhile. We almost thought of my brother to death."

When I heard him say this, I thought to myself, "Scram! If there's nothing to do, I won't come here. If there's nothing else, a dignified producer will come to my place."

However, it was still a business after all. I opened my mouth and smiled.

"Brother, look what you're talking about. If you have anything to say, just say it to me. I'll do my best to help."

The moment he said that, Xiao Cihu immediately put away his smile.

"It's hard to tell at a glance." Xiao Cihu shook his head a few times, then said:

"Recently, our company has been filming a supernatural online drama. It has only just started, and the actresses inside the studio have nightmares every night, and they dream about dirty stuff."

This is not the first time I have heard that the theatre is haunted.

In order to avoid the crowd watching, most theaters would choose a place with fewer people to view the scene. In this world, once there were very few yang qi, they would descend, and since the daily events were fake and fake, there was a lack of order in the world, so it was very possible that ghosts would live in this kind of place.

Thus, before the filming crew started, they would usually invite a statue of Emperor Guan Sheng back as an offering.

Old Master Guan was the Martial God of the God Realm, and the reason the filming crew invited him back was obviously because they hoped for him to get rich and make a fool of himself. But aside from that, Emperor Guan Sheng was also the Demon Emperor of the God Realm, with his idol in the theater, Hundred Evils didn't dare to enter.

However, in order to achieve such an effect, one had to truly open up the saint statue.

Xiao Cihu immediately replied:

"I specifically sent someone to go to Shan Xi Yun City to invite him. Furthermore, I invited a Taoist priest to perform an opening ceremony, but it was still useless."

I nodded. There was no need to think about whether there was a problem with the deity statue or Xiao Cihu had been deceived.

Xiao Cihu rubbed the Xingyue Puti on his hand, looking as if he had just eaten a fly's feces, and said to me with an anxious face:

"Brother Qin, you have to help me, we spent a lot of money to get the female protagonist for this movie, if this goes on, she will have to give up. If that's really the case, not only will our company pay heavily, even I won't be able to survive."

The reason why he said that, I had a rough idea of what he was thinking. The reason why I came to this place should be because I wanted to find the workmanship of my god and ghost duo for help.

Legend has it that in the late Ming and early Ming dynasties, when the Central Plains were burnt to ashes, this ghost who had achieved great success and died under the blade and soldiers, in the name of hundreds of millions of souls, in order to rest in peace after Emperor Nanking ascended the throne, Liu Bowen had picked a hundred people from the smiths to undergo the secret technique of the mysterious machine to make wooden molds made out of clay.

These clay statues were made from the sculptures of gods and ghosts. divine sculpture s could reach up to the heavens, and were specialized in creating solemn images of myriad gods.

Although that was what he said, the secrets and uses of the technique were not limited to just that. Liu Bowen knew how powerful the technique was and did not reveal it to the craftsmen.

After the craftsman comprehended it, he took off his craftsman's books and specialized in learning this door, and passed this skill down to his descendants, it was called the supernatural sculpture.

I am called Qin Yi, the descendant of this craftsman, so I do not dare to be proficient in this technique, but I do understand it a little. Back then, it was my Grandpa that passed this skill down to me, and after he passed this skill to me, my Grandpa once reminded me to not use the supernatural sculpture lightly.

After all, this kind of thing borrowed the power of ghosts and gods, while at the same time doing business with ghosts and gods. After using too much of it, it would easily change one's lifespan.

On the surface, I promised my Grandpa, but if I were to live off of the deity statue, I wouldn't be able to earn much money at all. After my Grandpa left, I would no longer have the control of my hometown, so I started to make money from this.

Money was too important these days. Earning money was the way to go.

When I heard Xiao Cihu's words, I had already made a decision in my heart, but I didn't say anything. If you want my help, you must first see Xiao Cihu's sincerity.

Xiao Cihu had long been panicking in his heart due to this matter. He took out a bank card from his pocket and spoke with an anxious expression:

"Brother Qin, don't keep me guessing. There is a deposit of 10 thousand yuan in here. If you help me out here, I still have 10 thousand yuan."

It wasn't difficult for me to create a scene with a ghost, and I still had 20 thousand yuan, so I was quite satisfied and took over the business.

I told Xiao Cihu not to be so anxious. First, let me take a look at the theatre, and let me see the specific situation before I knew what it looks like.

Xiao Cihu didn't say anything else and drove towards the theater.

As soon as the car left, it rushed out of the city and drove for a good hour.

That position was far enough from where he was before. There were mountains all around him, and the plants were extremely withered. There were only a few crooked trees growing in the crevices of the rocks.

Xiao Cihu's theater was currently being embraced by these few mountains and it was extremely dark. After noon, even sunlight would hardly shine through.

In my opinion, even if this place doesn't cause any trouble, it would make one's hair stand on end if they were to stay here.

On the other hand, Xiao Cihu wanted this kind of atmosphere to be in when filming this kind of internet drama. With regards to the current standards of these movies and TV dramas, I couldn't really give a proper evaluation of them, so I went straight to the point.

"I want to take a look at that Saint Monarch statue in front of you all first."

Xiao Cihu immediately nodded his head and brought me to the backstage of the film crew. The Sacred Emperor's statue was placed in the backstage of the film crew in a huge shrine, and the incense burner in front of the idol was even lit up with incense that was as thick as a finger.

Xiao Cihu walked to the deity statue and immediately bowed respectfully, but the moment he kneeled on the praying mat, he was pulled up by me.

"Stop bowing, this is not Emperor Guan."