His white moonlight, slag skill level one hundred

Facts have proved that the blood can really be forced out. Su Zhe looked at Xiang Bei to drink water, spit out a mouthful of blood, and the blood was clean after several mouthfuls. It is not that he has not dealt with injuries before. The color is so bright and the amount of bleeding is so small. Near the throat, at most, it is a tonsil injury, not a big problem.

Resisting the desire to beat Xiang Bei, Su Zhe still had to deal with the matter of the evil ghost and immortal jumping first, and first of all, he wanted to find a way to get Zhao Lingshui's help.

The director quietly listened to Su Zhe's explanation like a ghost story, and said with a serious face: "Aren't you a Wuzhi?"

The producer who was listening on the side cleared his throat, and Su Zhe quickly explained: "I have been a martial artist for ten years, but this year...uh, it was a bit of an adventure, so now it is considered a part-time job. It was introduced by Zhang Chunhua."

Zhao Lingshui frowned even tighter, and said with some doubts: "Can this kind of thing be changed?"

Now the producer was stunned: "Why can't this kind of thing change careers?"

"Didn't you learn something from family history?" Zhao Lingshui said seriously.

"Then the monk has to be an adult to become a monk!" This crew, the producer, was able to chat with the director a little bit, "Xiao Su has real skills, didn't Huang Lao also handle it?"

This is true.

Zhao Lingshui pondered for a while, and said, "Is this really the way to solve it?"

"You can also find someone else to try." Su Zhe is not sure, after all, the cost of labor for this kind of thing is too high, "Or everyone change their mobile phones?"

"No, no, no." Before Zhao Lingshui could speak, the producer had already called out, and then he said awkwardly, "I have very important things in my phone, so I'll get them back if I can."

Zhao Lingshui finally agreed to give it a try, but this scene could not be prepared in a day or two, so he decided to shoot the scene first, preparing props and costumes, and at the same time looking for some "masters" to see if he could solve it.

Su Zhe was already very satisfied with such a promise. Before leaving the house, he heard Zhao Lingshui nagging at the producer, "Don't store important things in your phone".When passing the starring group, he suddenly remembered the gambling spirit that Xiang Bei had mentioned, and couldn't help but glance at the heroine.

The heroine is a newly promoted little flower with a sweet face and a delicate voice. She is always criticized by the media for being too young and catering to stereotyped aesthetics. Playing a vengeful heroine in the middle of the show obviously wants to use this show to break through the positioning, so the crew has been very nervous and serious, going over and over again, even Zhao Lingshui praised her as the little flower who really wants to act in recent years up.

Su Zhe imagined the scene where the heroine said those words, and felt very embarrassed, but Zhao Lingshui had already promised to do it, so he didn't have to think about it.On the way back to the house, he saw Mr. Huang beating the vat with a stick. With the experience of last time, he didn't want to see what was in the vat at all this time. He was about to leave, but Mr. Huang saw him. He waved his hand and said, "Son, how about taking a look at this face?"

Su Zhe bit the bullet and went over to look, the side was actually blue, the blue bark was like a chemical poison, he was stunned for a while, and said: "What is this...ah, no, don't tell me, I won't listen Already." lest I spit it out at that time.

Mr. Huang smiled, turned his triangular eyes around, inserted the stick into the tank, and said mysteriously: "Your child is different from that one named Xiang. I can tell that you are serious. Tell me honestly, Didn't the person surnamed Xiang do anything wrong with that bet?"

"No." Su Zhe almost blurted out, and then added, "Although Xiang Bei has various problems, he does what he says, and what he said must be practiced." To some extent, this is the truth .

Mr. Huang snorted, saw the crew being called to the director's side, and asked, "What are you filming? Everyone is dressed like ghosts..."

This reminded Su Zhe, and he hit the snake with a stick: "Old Huang, have you heard of the ghost market?"

"I've heard of it." Huang Lao said casually, "On the road we entered the village, there was a small fork. It used to be a ghost market there, but now cars come and go, and the children in the village also bought tractors. Motorcycles, drive around and go to the ghost market, and they will disappear."

Su Zhe retracted the legs that he was going to step out, widened his eyes and said, "Is there a ghost market here?"

"What you said is funny, there are people in the world and there are ghosts, where is there no ghost market?" Huang Lao said disdainfully, "We have my mountain here...cough, there is Yinshan as the town, and the conditions for the ghost market are very complete. .It’s winter now, if it’s summer, if you go around alone, you might run into two uninformed ghosts coming here to run the market!”

Su Zhe was overjoyed: "You are Yinshan?"

"Ah ah ah, what am I?!" Huang Lao pretended to say, "This mountain is called Huangyin Mountain. There are water-soluble caves. The terrain under the mountain is complicated, and the soil is covered with water. It is a good place for one to recuperate. The mountain road ahead is blocked. The troubled times outside can’t affect here! Legend has it that the mountain was not like this before. Later, a mother who died of her husband was chased here by the rebel army with her only surviving young son. She begged the God of Huangyin Mountain for help, so Huangyin Mountain The two veins of the north and the south merged to form such a thin road, which saved the mother and child, and Huangjia Village came from this."

This is obviously Huang Lao's previous glorious deeds, and when he talked about it with gleam in his eyes and relish, Su Zhe quickly offered a few words of flattery, and asked: "It's like this, we may want to film the plot about the ghost market." The pretext discussed with Zhao Lingshui, "Do you have any props here that you can set up a stall? I heard that you want something for ghosts."

"Oh, that's right, you're asking the right person." Huang Lao said with a smile, "I do have a little here, but why should I give it to you?"

Su Zhe was silent for a while, and said: "Well, I'll give you a recipe from Xiangbei...isn't that fair?"

Huang Lao coughed and said, "How can this be? Come on, move to my room, there are quite a few!"

After successfully obtaining the props, Su Zhe became more confident in setting up the ghost market. When he returned to the house, he saw that the heroine, actor and supporting role had all come, and he was even more sure that this time there would be no problem. Clicked?"

"There are still 10 minutes to an hour." As expected, Xiang Bei heard the string song and knew the meaning, and leisurely ate melon seeds and looked outside the door, "Hey, do you think it will be successful?"

Su Zhe had a confident attitude, and sure enough, the heroine came in with a puzzled look on her face and said: "The director asked me to help you match the scene... a scene has been added recently."

"Yeah." Su Zhe reached out to take the script, and sure enough, there was the line in it, "Let's start?"

The four of them talked about you and me one by one. Although the three actors didn't understand why they had to find a Wu Zhi to match their lines, they all came here.

Su Zhe saw that the heroine was about to say that line, and a gust of wind came from somewhere. The heroine was blown so that she almost fell off the broken wooden stool. After finally sitting still, she lost her eyes. She could see it clearly, but as soon as she sat down, the leg of the wooden stool broke, and she sat down on the ground, screaming for a long time.

Su Zhena was in a hurry, and urged: "Then what, finish this sentence first."

"What are you talking about!" the heroine said angrily. She felt that she was good-tempered enough, but Su Zhe's ability to recite the lines was so bad that she was already very unhappy. "That's it!" up.

Xiang Bei's cheerful voice sounded: "Alas, alas, it's exactly one hour now!"

Su Zhe: "..."