His white moonlight, slag skill level one hundred

Zhao Lingshui: "This matter must be resolved as soon as possible, but the shooting must not be delayed, understand?"

"Uh-"

Producer: "It's been a long time coming for this film, hahaha, oh..."

"Uh-"

Lead actress: "When will it be resolved? Many numbers in my mobile phone are not backed up at all! No one can be contacted!"

"Uh-"

Amidst the groans one after another, the whole crew gathered in the square in the village and glared at the crew. The problem now is not just a computer, but all mobile phones and laptops that received emails are "poisoned", and there is no antidote kind of.

Su Zhe looked at his mobile phone over and over for a long time, and asked, "Did you go to any special website?"

"I really don't know what's going on!" the show manager shouted with tears in his eyes, "I just use the computer normally, and I don't do anything unnecessary! This computer is so new that I haven't even been on a pirated website!"

No matter how wrong the drama management is, modern people can hardly survive without mobile phones and computers. The director has already asked people to go to the nearest county town to buy a new mobile phone directly. It will take three days to get it. Before that, everyone can only live a life without the Internet.

Fortunately, many photographic equipment connected to the Internet did not receive emails, and the cameras were fine. A few editing computers won the bid, but the problem was not serious, and the shooting could continue.

After a while, Xiang Bei came back with a bamboo tube, handed it to Su Zhe and asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"

Su Zhe said angrily: "You don't know? Why did you go?"

"I found bamboo in Houshan, so I'm going to make rice with bamboo tubes and winter bamboo shoots. I think the taste of bamboo here is quite good. Would you like to try it?" Xiang Bei said enthusiastically.

The corner of Su Zhe's mouth twitched, but he still took the bamboo tube silently. As soon as he opened the lid, the scent of bamboo and rice wafted out, mixed with the slightly burnt smell of steamed bacon, his stomach immediately growled, and when he looked up again, he found The whole crew looked over.

"Put it over there." Pointing to the north of the village's entrance to the mountain, he said, "First come, first served."

The whole crew rushed over. The fresh food in the village was indeed fresh. The problem was that no one was cooking. The villagers followed Huang Lao’s character and only helped cook when they had spare time. It was not enough to provide the whole crew. There were a lot of people Live on instant noodles.No matter how bad the bamboo rice was, it was enough to grab the meat and rice combination. The heroine wore a huge headgear and picked up the skirt to run so as not to fall behind, and even ordered the assistant to help.

Su Zhe pulled Xiang Bei's sleeves, hid aside and explained the current situation in detail, and said, "Does the Temple of Yama really exist?"

"I think it exists, what do you think?" Holding a bowl of rice in his hands, Xiang Bei spoke impeccably, even using double insurance this time, "But I don't know how to get there."

Su Zhe stared at Xiang Bei's face, and after looking at it for a while, the guy came over with a smile. He simply leaned over and stared almost face to face. Finally, Xiang Bei, who had the face of a city wall, couldn't stand it anymore, and said : "Why are you looking at me like that?"

The narration box reveals Xiangbei's true thoughts: home is always a warm haven...Damn it!High tide beaches are more or less the same!

Sure enough, it was because of the family.

Turning his head to the north, Su Zhe followed, turned back to the north, and he followed back again. In short, he just stared at it without making a sound.

"What on earth are you going to do?" Xiang Bei yelled while acting coquettishly, causing several girls from the crew to look over.

Su Zhe was able to calmly face goosebumps and said, "Hand over your brother's phone."

"The phone is useless." Xiang Bei said calmly.

The narration box slowly appeared: Tonight, I will be the only one who can communicate with the civilized world in the north, long live the spare phone!

"Who are you lying to? Hand over your spare phone!" Su Zhe said mercilessly.

Blinking his eyes to the north, he asked suspiciously, "What are you talking about?"

"I know you have a spare phone, and you have confiscated the mail. If you can use it, hand it over." Su Zhe pointed to the point, "This matter must be resolved, obviously you can just call your brother, what's the trouble! Hurry up , you don’t hit me, hit me!”

Leaning back to the north and keeping a distance from Su Zhe, squinting his eyes for a long time, he said, "Do you have any special skills? How come you can accurately guess my thoughts every time?"

Su Zhe trembled in his heart, but his face remained calm, and he said casually: "You are so easy to understand!"

"Really?" Xiang Bei smiled, "Then if I say 'Su Zhe doesn't have any non-human skills' right now, it will be fine, right?"

Su Zhe choked, basically he can ignore this matter, just sit back and watch Xiangbei kill himself, and he doesn't know how strong the narration frame is to distort reality, but no matter how you look at it, he doesn't care about it. He is willing to take such a big risk to the north, after all, the other party accompanied him through the most difficult time after the breakup-although the breakup was also brought about by the other party.

"In the future, I promise to explain clearly to you in the future." Su Zhe sighed and said, "I promise."

Another narration frame fell down: Got you!

Su Zhe: "..."

"Then it shouldn't be a problem if I repeat what you said?" Xiang Bei said with a smile, "I won't die suddenly on the spot, right?"

Su Zhenu: "Don't push yourself too far."

Xiang Bei laughed, and pulled out a mobile phone from his trouser pocket like a magic trick. Su Zhe snatched it, and rummaged through the address book, skipping "stinky man", "big stomach king", "green tea girl", etc. After such fantastic names as "My Spare Tire No. [-]", there is actually no "brother" or anyone with the surname Xiang.

"What remarks did you make about your brother?" Su Zhe said angrily.

"Iron bombs." Xiang Bei said.

What the hell is this name?

Su Zhe asked while dialing: "Why such a name?"

"If you guess such a name, is his fortune telling accurate?" Xiang Bei smiled and said, "Also, do you think he will explode after the iron mouth is broken?"

When Su Zhe was hesitant to make a call, the phone was already connected, and Brother Xiang Bei's hearty voice came over: "Oh, it's rare, you called again, the sun came out from the west, it's you Is it really impotent? No, mom hasn’t cast the curse yet, or does it mean that mom’s skills have improved?"

"I'm Su Zhe." Su Zhe felt that the painting style of Xiang Bei's family was becoming more and more suitable. It was enough to maintain his normal attitude, and he must not be led astray. "It's like this, we may have to look for it now. The location of the Palace of the King of Hell is gone, or you can see if it will be possible to return the computer according to the address." He briefly explained the incident, "Even if one computer is returned, there is no other mobile phone. It is best to find The person who made this virus... well, it doesn't have to be a person, it can be anything else."

Brother Xiang Bei laughed as he listened, and said out of breath, "No, I want to ask, even if you find this thing, whether it's a human or a ghost, what then? People say it's money, but in the end it's not Want to make money?"

"The problem is that there must be someone to send money to. We don't even know who to send money to." Su Zhe said helplessly, "It's just that I don't know what to do with this whole thing now. Do you have any suggestions?"

"Hmm..." Brother Xiangbei pondered for a moment, and said, "Actually, it's not impossible to find the Hall of Yama, and you don't need professional guidance. What about the danger? Xiangbei is there, right? You can take Xiangbei with you. Question, but I think your story sounds particularly outrageous, if it weren't for what you said, I wouldn't believe it at all."

"I don't want to believe it either." Su Zhe sighed, "I have to try it no matter what."

"Okay. Yan Luo Temple is not fixed in one place, it is erratic. If ordinary people want to attract them, the easiest way is to create a ghost market." Brother Xiang Bei said, "Fake, understand? Just follow the rules of professionals. It is easy to attract people, because there are not many people in the country who are so free to do this kind of thing. The problem is that those props and even costume actors are not easy to find. You have to be bold, or you will be a mess. People standing in front of actors must not be scared to death, and they must act like it, which is difficult."

Hearing this, Su Zhe silently looked to the side. The actors who had finished grabbing food were gorging themselves in all kinds of strange costumes. The staff exchanged with each other which instant noodles were more delicious. The director took up two bowls of bamboo tubes by himself. The meal was delicious, and it's rare that no one took a sideshow, after all, the mobile phone can't be used anymore.

Hmm, it's really hard to find.