There are little zombies at home

"What did you call me just now?" Zhong Jing completely forgot that he and the little zombie were still in a cold war, and his expression was both surprised and happy.

"Gold!" The little zombie shouted loudly, and the two rows of white teeth were forced together.

"No." Zhong Jing quickly interrupted the little zombie, and taught, "It's Jing, read it to me, Jing."

"Jing?" The little zombie tilted his head, finally pronounced Zhong Jing's name correctly, and screamed excitedly.

Zhong Jing felt a little guilty when he thought that the little zombie was trying to learn human language and how to cook human food, and he paused for a long time before saying: "It was my fault that you were fierce yesterday. Say, I usually have a pretty good temper..."

"Hey~" The little zombie nodded before Zhong Jing finished speaking, not wanting to let Zhong Jing sink into a depressed mood.

"Okay, let me take a look at your fried... um... fried rice?" Zhong Jing said while looking at the fried rice that the little zombie brought over, and saw that the rice grains in this plate were distinct, obviously there was no rice. When it is cooked, it goes directly to the pot.

Zhong Jing doesn't have the habit of ordering takeaway food. No matter how busy he is, he will cook by himself whenever he is at home. Cooking is also a kind of enjoyment for him.It's just that he lives alone and always cooks too much, so on the first day the little zombie arrived, he witnessed Zhong Jing making a bowl of fried rice with his own eyes.

Probably because the impression was too deep, that's why the little zombie remembered to cook rice for Zhong Jing this morning. Unfortunately, he has no life experience at all, and he doesn't know that the rice must be cooked before frying.

Zhong Jing was afraid that he would hit the little zombie's self-confidence, so he hooked a few rice grains with a spoon and put them in his mouth.

As an actor, Zhong Jing can guarantee that he can eat delicious raw rice, but this bowl of fried rice has so many tomatoes added in it, the taste is so sour that Zhong Jing can no longer laugh.

"Roar?" The little zombie looked at Zhong Jing in confusion, reached out and dug a few rice pieces into his mouth, and even yelled a few times incomprehensibly, "Hohohohoo!" It was obviously delicious ah!

Zhong Jing wanted to cry, but the tastes of humans and zombies are quite different, and he should never let this guy into the kitchen again.

……

Five days passed in a blink of an eye, Zhong Jing calmed down and brought the little zombie into the new crew.

Zhong Jing's new play is adapted from a novel called "Soul Detective", which tells the story of a detective with yin and yang eyes who solves cases through ghosts.Among them, the detective is the role that Zhong Jing will play. He usually looks slovenly, but he is extremely serious when working. It can be said that he is a very attractive character.

This book was very popular when it was serialized on the Internet. Its fame alone can guarantee a lot of ratings, so it is also fortunate to be Zhong Jing's first TV series involving supernatural beings.

On the day of entering the group, Ji Shang, the author of "Spirit Detective", also arrived at the scene. He was wearing a long robe, with a prototype sunglasses on his face, and his mustache looked a bit like a stick.

As soon as Ji Shang arrived, he went straight to Zhong Jing, looked him up and down before saying: "I see that your Yintang has turned black, and I'm afraid that you have been haunted by a ghost recently."

Zhong Jing was taken aback, and turned to look at the little zombie who was still holding his arm. He was wearing a huge fisherman hat to shade him today, and he looked like an ordinary person. Could it be that this person really knows fortune-telling?

At this time, Huang Qi beside Zhong Jing also secretly poked Zhong Jing with his hand, and whispered: "Don't pay attention to him, he is just talking like this, last time he said that my face was happy, maybe it was because of my fortune, Who knew that I bought a 200 yuan scratch-off ticket and didn't win!"

Zhong Jing: "..."

Seeing that Zhong Jing didn't answer, Ji Shang looked at the little zombie next to him, immediately showed a satisfied expression, and said: "Little brother, I think you have exquisite bones, and you may be a one-of-a-kind cultivator. Don't you want to learn some Maoshan techniques from me?"

How could a knowledgeable person find a zombie to learn spells!

Zhong Jing silently affirmed in his heart, pulled the little zombie and planned to leave, but the little zombie agreed to Ji Shang first, "Roar!"

Seeing the little zombie bouncing around and chatting with Ji Shang sitting in the open space outside the crew, Zhong Jing also had a headache. Although this guy is half-baked, the spell might be really useful, and he was afraid that he would never watch it again after he came back No more zombies.

And Huang Qi next to him was also very distressed, secretly lowered his voice and asked Zhong Jing: "Does that kid in your family hate me?"

"Why do you ask that?" Zhong Jing didn't understand what he meant.

"Otherwise, why would you want to be a fortune teller instead of coming to me to be a big star?" Huang Qi stared at Ji Shang who was not far away with hatred, and always felt that it was because of this charlatan that he lost his hand again. A rising star.

"Come on, he makes as much money writing books as you do." Zhong Jing patted Huang Qi on the shoulder, glanced at the little zombie and Ji Shang who got along well, and followed the scene to change clothes.

Huang Qi was still aggrieved, so he simply went to sit between the two of them, quietly eavesdropping.

Ji Shang didn't stop him, and offered him a seat considerately, then took out a broken book and started to explain, the explanation was obscure and difficult to understand, Huang Qi began to doze off after listening to it for a few minutes, and then lost consciousness.

On the other end, Zhong Jing had already put on her makeup and was about to start the first scene.

This scene is about his accidental acquisition of yin and yang eyes when he was worshiping his ancestors, and he saw many illusory things.

Because of the post-production, what Zhong Jing did was to perform without physical objects. He shivered when he looked at the air, and even screamed suddenly when he looked at the empty space. It was a test of the basic skills of an actor.

Zhong Jing took three shots in a row before he barely passed. Just as he was about to rest for more than ten minutes, a field manager ran in in a panic: "Brother Zhong, the friend you brought seems to be in some trouble. "

……

Zhong Jing never expected that he had only stayed in the shed for less than half an hour, and when he came out again, he saw his little zombie being chased by a group of wild cats jumping up and down, and half of his shoes were missing.

Seeing Zhong Jing's figure, the little zombie also quickly jumped onto him to hold him steady, calling "Jing" indistinctly, with an aggrieved expression on his face.

Zhong Jing touched the top of his head with some distress, turned around and stomped on the floor fiercely to scare away the wild cat.

Not far away, Ji Shang, who said he wanted to be the master of the little zombie, was looking around while holding Huang Qi's hand.

"How is my marriage?" Huang Qi asked nervously.

"It's a bit strange." Ji Shang pondered for a moment, and then spoke suddenly.

"Why is it strange?"

"Your marriage... seems to be a man."

"……roll!"

The author has something to say: In fact, this detective with yin and yang eyes is also a hole I want to dig, but the suspenseful text is too cold and brain-burning, so I gave up_(:з」∠)_