Fortune-telling and ghost-catching are too cruel, I’m being targeted by the country

Jiang Wan, whose head was held by Qin Yisheng, struggled wildly.

However, after the golden light poured into her body, she became quiet, and her ferocious and twisted face looked dull and lifeless.

Jiang Wan looked at Fu Jiuqing in front of her with ghostly eyes, and her pupils shrank suddenly.

Her throat seemed to be blocked and she made a strange sound.

"Small……"

Jiang Wan blurted out a word and stopped immediately as she remembered something.

He helped Jiuqing bend down and looked directly into Jiang Wan's eyes as he gradually regained his senses.

She asked clearly: "Jiang Wan, who hurt you?"

Jiang Wan's blood-stained lips moved and she said in a weak voice: "Yes, Zhao, Zhao Shan..."

After saying the name of the culprit, Jiang Wan's whole body trembled.

She suddenly burst out with great strength, broke free of the ropes binding her hands and feet, and slammed into the wall on the left.

He was so strong that he was clearly seeking death.

Fu Jiuqing took her arm without thinking.

A ball of black mist and evil energy popped up from Jiang Wan's body and hit Fu Jiuqing's face.

The next second, the two of them entered an illusory space where the scenery was distorted.

They were standing in an endless long corridor, surrounded by rooms decorated like a high-end hotel, with different room numbers marked on the doors on both sides.

Jiang Wan raised her hand and banged her head hard, and asked in a confused tone, "Where is this?"

Fu Jiuqing squinted his eyes and stared at one of the rooms filled with a strong black mist and ghostly atmosphere.

With a clear voice, she said coldly: "This is the spiritual world of the dead."

Jiang Wan regained her senses and asked in surprise: "Is it Zhao Shan?"

Fu Jiuqing released the hand that was tightly squeezing her arm, and raised his ears to listen to the sounds in the air.

She frowned and asked, "Did you hear anything?"

Jiang Wan blinked her watery fox eyes and listened carefully to the voice coming from the past.

"No, don't do this, I'm afraid."

"You have already entered my room, and why are you pretending to be a chaste and fierce woman! Be obedient, and you will get what you want..."

Later, the voice became smaller and smaller.

Jiang Wan said uncertainly: "The voice sounds a bit familiar, like someone I've met before."

Fu Jiuqing noticed that her voice had become coquettish and looked sideways at Jiang Wan.

This glance made her cold eyes tremble slightly.

Jiang Wan's facial features changed, and her gentle eyes turned into aggressive fox eyes.

Her majestic and dignified appearance has become charming, delicate and full of aggression, making it difficult for people to take their eyes away.

The most obvious thing is that Jiang Wan's facial profile is vaguely similar to Fu Jiuqing's.

Sensing her probing gaze, Jiang Wan subconsciously turned her head to avoid it.

She resisted the tendency of body consciousness, touched her face, and asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Fu Jiuqing closed his eyes in deep thought and took the lead to look away.

She said in a cold voice: "It's okay."

Fu Jiuqing raised his feet and walked forward, and the ambiguous voice became clearer as he got closer.

"You just said the voice was familiar, did you remember who it was?"

Jiang Wan, who was following behind, listened to the increasingly clear sounds, with a surprised expression on her face.

Just as she was about to answer, a heartbreaking scream came from the room in front of her.

"what!!!"

It was a woman's miserable cry.

Then there was a muffled growl as the man's throat was blocked.

Jiang Wan's fox eyes were slightly stunned, and she blurted out: "Damn! They were having so much fun!"

The words she spoke in a coquettish voice gave people the impression of a cheerful personality, without any trace of her former gentleness.

Fu Jiuqing seemed unaware of anything and kept moving forward.

The two quickly arrived at the door of room 5666.

Jiang Wan listened to the sound of fierce fighting inside, and said with a smile in Fu Jiuqing's ear: "I just heard it. The woman inside is Zhao Shan, and the man is the deputy director of the Republic of China anti-Japanese drama that I starred in. , that old man is already sixty, and Zhao Shan is really not picky about food."

Her contemptuous and disdainful tone gave people the feeling of tearing away the disguise and revealing her true nature.

Fu Jiuqing nodded lightly, and raised the corners of his lips with satisfaction at Jiang Wan's change.

She reached out and pushed open the door in front of her, and the scene inside the room was exposed to the two of them.

In a room decorated like the retro style of the Republic of China, there is a European-style bed with exquisite workmanship and a red gauze hanging around it.

A foot wearing a cyan embroidered shoe stuck out, looking ghostly and full of yin energy.

Through the thin gauze curtain, you can see a stooped and fat figure inside.

The other person lowered his head, leaned his shoulders unnaturally, and hummed a relaxing tune.

"Director, I regret it!"

"Let me go, there's no need to add drama!"

Through the gauze curtain, Zhao Shan shivered like she was being tortured.

Heiying was still busy and said with an evil smile: "I have informed the screenwriter to revise the draft overnight. It's too late for you to say you regret it now!"

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Shan burst into heart-wrenching screams again.

Fu Jiuqing and Jiang Wan looked at the blurry scene unfolding in the room with expressionless expressions.

Neither of them are ignorant, inexperienced women.

They could tell at a glance what the assistant director and Zhao Shan were doing.

"Wow!"

From the European-style bed, a shiny silver chain was thrown out.

Jiang Wan looked at the things on the ground, with a gossipy light in her eyes.

She took Fu Jiuqing's arm and walked into the room, complaining: "They don't seem to be able to see us, go in and see what's going on.

I have long heard that this assistant director is very good at playing. Many female celebrities have a shadow of him. His method of playing is clearly to play people to death. "

Jiang Wan quickly came to the bedside regardless of the two people in the room, regardless of the entanglement between you and me.

She reached out and lifted up the red gauze curtain.

"Fuck!"

Jiang Wan took one look and let go of his hand in fear.

Fu Jiuqing lowered his eyes and stared at the cyan embroidered shoes on Zhao Shan's feet.

The voices of the assistant director and Zhao Shan in the gauze began to become abnormal, and it seemed that they were about to end.

Fu Jiuqing didn't know what Jiang Wan saw, so she cursed uncontrollably, and a wind blade popped out from her fingertips.

A corner of the red gauze tent was blown up by the wind, and the unsightly scene inside came into her eyes.

The assistant director himself is over sixty years old. Even if he borrows the help of drugs, he may not be able to do it.

But I can't stand it, this old guy is very good at playing.

Playing is still mentally satisfying.

He treated Zhao Shan like a toy and used other means to manipulate her.

The messy items scattered on the quilt embroidered with golden phoenixes and brocades all left traces on Zhao Shan's body.

They were like instruments of torture. Zhao Shan's face turned pale when she saw them, and she obviously had a shadow on them.

"It's too dirty, I'm going to wash my eyes!"

Jiang Wan was so disgusted that she replayed the messy scene she just saw in her mind.

She was really going to vomit.

I will never be able to look directly at similar food again.

Fu Jiuqing's delicate eyebrows frowned slightly, obviously feeling uncomfortable with the scene he just saw.

She stared at the feet wearing cyan embroidered shoes that were placed beside the bed, a stern look flashed in her cold eyes.

Suddenly, Zhao Shan let out a high-pitched, painful scream, like a thousand arrows piercing the heart.

The torture personally inflicted by the assistant director was finally over.

The space where Fu Jiuqing and Jiang Wan were was distorted, turning into thousands of fragments floating in the void.

The next moment, they appeared in a new and unfamiliar environment.