The wall is perfect

Du Cheng was very satisfied with his name, and Xiong Jiu gave it to him. He has no plans to change his name at present, so he immediately retorted, "I am Du Cheng."

Ji Manzhai looked at him quietly, his golden pupils were as lonely as the setting sun, and he didn't say anything.

Du Cheng suddenly felt that he seemed to have heard this name somewhere.

"Who is Qu Shang?" Du Cheng asked curiously.

Ji Manzhai lowered his eyes, got up, put on his suit, buttoned it, and put on his hat, with elegant and clean movements, "Let's go."

"Where are you going?" Du Cheng followed.

"Solve the problem."

Xie Tiandi's clothes are much more normal this time. Last time he failed the magic stick route, but this time he took the mysterious route.

There are many films on the table in the conference room.

Fang Jing couldn't even take care of the basic social etiquette. She took a puff of cigarette and gritted her teeth, "Is there someone deliberately against me?"

Fang Jing has also heard a lot of rumors in the entertainment industry about raising villains and raising ghosts for dolls, and she has always sneered at those things. Now that she has encountered so many evil things, she has to think about that.

Fang Jing doubted her husband immediately.

"Who in this world most wants me to die, it must be Meng Lanhai," Fang Jing exhaled a smoke ring, "If you ask me, who most wants to disappear in this world immediately, that is also Meng Lanhai."

They were obviously husband and wife, but they wished that the other party would die sooner.

Du Cheng was once again confused by human marriage and emotional issues.

"Miss Fang thinks too much," Xie Tian said, "A person with this ability would not play such tricks to tease children. With all due respect, he might as well just curse you to death."

Fang Jing was choked for a moment, Xie Tiandi became serious, the one with a serious look was the one who looked the most like a Taoist priest among the three.

Even Du Cheng looked at Xie Tiandi with admiration.

Xie Tiandi looked cold and serious, and tapped on the table, "This person is only superficial, it is indeed difficult for you mortals, but in the eyes of us experts, it is not difficult." It was vaguely blackmailing again.

Fang Jing shattered the filter again, "..." still looks like a magic stick.

"Miss Fang, can I pick it up and have a look?" Du Cheng said.

Fang Jing: "Please go ahead."

Du Cheng picked up the film, glanced at it, and sniffed it with the tip of his nose.

Xie Tiandi couldn't understand the sudden bewildering behavior, but Fang Jing on the side cheered up again. No matter what Du Cheng did, she just felt that Du Cheng was not fooling around.

"You don't need to smell it," Ji Manzhai said softly, "feel it with your heart."

Du Cheng held the film in his hand and looked at Ji Manzhai. Ji Manzhai looked gentle, with encouragement in his eyes.

Feel it with your heart?It was too abstract, and Du Cheng really wanted to say "I have no heart", but he still didn't say anything, and took the film away from the tip of his nose, just holding it in his hand.

When he was a wall, he didn't have a body at all, but after he opened his spiritual intelligence, he could still hear and see. How did he feel the world at that time?

Du Cheng himself seemed to have figured it out.

An invisible force surged in his chest, quietly connecting with the film in his hand.

There is indeed a monster.

Although it was so faint that there was almost nothing left, Du Cheng could clearly feel the evil spirit, which came from...

"Film?" Du Cheng asked in surprise.

This part of the content is not suitable for Fang Jing to listen to.

Fang Jing respected the masters and withdrew according to Xie Tiandi's request.

"Film?" Xie Tiandi was also surprised, "What do you mean?"

Du Cheng: "I saw it, no, I felt it, it's made of film."

Because they are of the same kind, they are mixed in and it is difficult to be felt.

He bumped into a tall man that day, and he felt the slightest bit of evil spirit, maybe it was because the man was carrying the roll of fine film with him at that time.

Xie Tiandi was surprised, "Now the film can be fine?"

After thinking about it, a wall can become fine, so what's so special about the film being fine?

"Maybe he didn't become a spirit," Ji Manzhai stood up, "it's just enlightened."

When he has his own ideas, he acts outrageously and disturbs the situation. He is not a monster who keeps his own way.

Once the target is determined, it is much easier to find this monster.

It's not that Ji Manzhai can't find it, it's just that if he really makes a move, the powerful spiritual power will be released, and the spirited monster will not be able to withstand it, and the half-monster will be wiped out in ashes.

This is not the solution to the problem.

What Ji Manzhai can't do, Du Cheng can do.

The amount of film in the crew is frightening.

Du Cheng was sitting in the stack of film, embedded in it like the opening sign of a movie, he carefully distinguished bit by bit, Ji Manzhai stood quietly by the side like a foil, thank God he couldn't stand it anymore, he was hungry, he was going to Have a meal.

Ji Manzhai leaned to the side, "Bring something to eat, for two."

Thank heaven and earth for agreeing, thinking that Ji Manzhai is different now, I have never seen him eat before, he looks like a non-human being, but now he is going to eat with the little monster, love is really scary.

In fact, Xie Tiandi misunderstood, Ji Manzhai didn't plan to eat, and the two people's portions were going to enter Du Cheng's stomach later.

There were only two people left in the conference room, Ji Manzhai said abruptly, "How is it?"

Du Cheng put down a roll of film, frowned slightly, "I haven't found it yet."

The half-demon is trapped in the original shape, and it is impossible to run away with long legs. Where did the film that was rolled into a fine film go?

"Don't worry." Ji Manzhai said.

Du Cheng was a little frustrated. He only found out yesterday that Fang Jing gave Tang Fu a check of 50 yuan, including his remuneration. He got [-]% of the commission, which is not a small sum.

Fang Jing and Meng Tianyu's mother and daughter, he can't be a judge, now Fang Jing is his client, he has to solve this problem for Fang Jing.

Besides, his friend Yue Feng was also involved. In short, Du Cheng really wanted to solve this problem quickly.

But the more anxious he was, the more nervous Du Cheng became. In the end, he had begun to doubt his own judgment, and he wanted to touch the film with his hand, "Do you think it is that person? He is a monster. The evil spirit sticks to the film, am I wrong?"

"No," Ji Manzhai said, "Believe in yourself."

What Ji Manzhai said carried great weight in Du Cheng's heart.

Du Cheng cheered up and stretched his hand forward towards the vast pile of film, but Ji Manzhai stopped him again, "Don't touch it."

Du Cheng looked puzzled. He had already learned to use spiritual power to detect things, but he didn't touch things with his hands, as if he lacked a medium, which was weird.

"Release your spiritual power," Ji Manzhai said persuasively, "only a little is needed."

Du Cheng was still in a dilemma, "Where should I release it from?"

"As you please."

Ji Manzhai pulled out his gloves one by one, revealing his hands that had not seen the sun all year round. They were white but not weak, with clear and vigorous joints. Du Cheng stared at his hands as if attracted, and he felt an invisible force coming from They came from all directions and gathered at Ji Manzhai's fingertips, a small golden flame ignited at the tip of his index finger.

The flame was warm and charming, and Du Cheng even felt that it was exuding a seductive aroma.

"Try it."

Ji Manzhai didn't teach anything, and he couldn't teach anything, but he had a feeling that if it was Du Cheng, he should be able to understand what he meant.

Du Cheng raised his hand and stared at his fingertips fiercely, hoping that his fingertips would be like Ji Manzhai, and a string of small flames would burst out in a flash.

He stared intently, and his index finger, which had high hopes, seemed to feel the pressure, trembling slightly, and not lighting up.

Du Cheng took a breath, and then began to switch fingers one by one to try.

In fact, which finger is not important, it all depends on the ability to control, Ji Manzhai saw that he tried hard, so he didn't point it out.

Xie Tiandi came back with lunch for two, and when he opened the door, he saw Du Cheng pointing the middle finger at Ji Manzhai.

Xie Tiandi: ...Wow.

Thank God: Shouldn't he be in?

"Hey," Du Cheng sighed, "No way."

Xie Tiandi: No, which one won’t work, is it the one he thinks can’t work?

"Take your time," Ji Manzhai patted his head, "Eat something first."

The two bowls of noodles that Xie Tiandi brought back were all poured into Du Cheng's stomach. It was really poured. The noodles followed the soup and slipped into Du Cheng's stomach. There was not even a drop of soup and water left. 1 minute.

Thank God I was dumbfounded.

Although the monster's appetite is related to its original form, Du Cheng's wall doesn't need to eat in the first place!Why are you eating so hard!

Du Cheng's mouth was hot, and his mood became much better. He slapped his thigh, "I understand!"

In the next scene, Xie Tiandi almost lost the other half of his hair because of it.

The handsome young man stood in the middle of the movie film, closed his eyes, and a gust of air that could not be called wind but actually flowed out of his body. The hair on the top of his head was the first to suffer, and after it dispersed, it was like a dandelion, and the air gradually took shape. , lingering bright red around Du Cheng, flowing like fire and water.

While eating noodles, Du Cheng suddenly figured it out.

The noodle is soaked in the soup. You are in me and you are inseparable. He has spiritual power in his body, and his body is just a medium. The body of a monster is originally composed of spiritual power. Ji Manzhai is right, let him do as he pleases That's it!

Thank goodness I held my breath.

He seems to have returned to many years ago.

A man like a bolide fell into the world, and the power beyond the world burned on him like wildfire. Xie Tiandi only took one look, and half of his hair turned white.

Since then, the perception of that powerful force has been deeply engraved in his mind, and now, he feels it again.

In just a short breath, Du Cheng opened his eyes, and the power in his body disappeared, "I found it."

In the rooftop garden, a tall young man is resting under a parasol wearing earphones. He is scribbling storyboards in his hands, concentrating on putting all his thoughts into the tip of his pen.

The sound from the three of them pushing open the glass door didn't affect him.

It wasn't until he finished drawing the frame on his hand and stretched slowly that he felt that someone behind him seemed to be watching him. Looking back, three big men with different styles were looking at him in unison. , looking very serious.

The young man raised his eyebrows, "What's the matter?"

"That—" Du Cheng pointed to the sketchbook in the young man's arms, "give it to me."