I'm red after becoming an honorary underworld

At dawn, there were bursts of high-pitched and exciting cock crowing in the village, and Ning Zhi'an wanted to stay in bed for a while, and slowly fumbled for his phone with his eyes closed.

Sliding through the soft cotton fabric, Ning Zhi'an continued to rustle forward with her hand, but suddenly felt that something was wrong with her fingertips touching something.The texture is hard and a bit rubbery.

But is there anything extra on his bed?

Ning Zhi'an opened her eyes in doubt...

Beside the soft pillow, a pair of black eyes were staring straight at him.

A prop doll with a pale complexion and bright red lips was quietly lying beside Ning Zhi'an on its side, its dark and lifeless eyes met his, and there was a smile on its lips.

Ning Zhi'an choked for breath, all the blood in his body rushed into his brain, and his scalp went numb for a while.

The thread of his whole portrait suddenly broke, and he was completely dazed, staring blankly at the uninvited doll in front of him.

If I remember correctly, this is a prop from their crew. He once glanced at it by accident, but he didn't know where it was thrown into by the scene management.

After a few seconds, Ning Zhi'an slowly regained his thoughts.

A desolate cry resounded over the small courtyard.

"There is a ghost!!!"

……

When Xiao Zhou heard the sound and rushed into the room, Ning Zhi'an was crouching in the corner, hugging a pillow and nervously looking at the bed.

Seeing Xiao Zhou coming in, Ning Zhi'an hurriedly shouted: "I've run into a ghost!!!"

Xiao Zhou immediately huddled in the corner with him in an exaggerated manner, loudly exaggerated the volume of the Shurangama Sutra, and said tremblingly, "Where...where is it?"

Although Xiao Zhou's reaction is not very reliable, but at this time, having one more person will make people feel a little more relaxed.

Ning Zhi'an embraced the pillow, took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, and told about the thrilling encounter just now.

As expected of a writer of novels, even though Ning Zhi'an's back feels cold and creepy, but the metaphors are vivid and the words are rich and wonderful, and the adventures of Ning Ning are described exquisitely.

After finishing speaking, he added: "You don't know, those eyes are facing me!

After hearing Ning Zhi'an's words, Xiao Zhou felt his legs go limp.

But as an assistant, it was his duty to take care of the artists, so Xiao Zhou overcame his instinct of fear and walked towards the bed with heavy steps.

Behind Xiao Zhou, Ning Zhi'an followed step by step.

Xiao Zhou gritted his teeth tightly. He was already prepared for a battle between humans and ghosts, but when he really walked up...

But found that there seemed to be nothing on the bed?

"Brother Ning...doesn't seem to be there?" Xiao Zhou hesitated.

"how is this possible!"

Ning Zhi'an retorted, he poked his head slightly, and mustered up the courage to look over the bed.

……

Except for Ning Zhian's cell phone, there was nothing beside the pillow.The quilts were piled up and looked a little messy, they were opened when Ning Zhian jumped out of bed at the speed of life and death just now.

The pillow that was pressed by the doll just now was flat and tidy, not even a trace of indentation was visible.

No shadow of the prop doll can be seen from anywhere.

"Oh my God……"

This is really evil.

Ning Zhi'an scratched her hair in a daze, and took a deep breath.

Outside the window, a little girl with shofar braids crouched sadly in the corner with her doll in her arms.

Woohoo, she is so stupid, what should I do if I am scared.

……

Ning Zhi'an and Xiao Zhou searched the room over and over, but they didn't see anything.

Ning Zhi'an sat down, took a sip of water, and analyzed seriously and carefully in his heart.

Maybe it was because yesterday's crew incident made him too nervous, his psychological defense was too weak, and he had some mental problems.

Otherwise, why did the crew encounter a Qing Dynasty ghost, but they ran into a prop doll?

Maybe I should find a psychiatrist to have a look. I don't know if the psychiatrists for free consultation on Baidu are reliable.

Thinking of this, Ning Zhi'an picked up the phone, and prepared to Baidu what to do if he had hallucinations.

After unlocking the screen, Ning Zhian discovered that Ji Zhaoran had sent him a WeChat message last night. Ning Zhian checked the time, and it was three in the morning.

[J: I heard that the crew is haunted, are you afraid? 】

Ning Zhi'an was so scared that she was hallucinating! ! !

But he was still a bit embarrassed to admit it, so he evaded the important thing and replied to Ji Zhaoran: I'm sorry, Teacher Ji, I didn't see the news yesterday, why didn't you sleep so late?

It's 06:30 in the morning, Ning Zhi'an thought that Ji Zhaoran must be catching up on sleep, but who knew that Ji Zhaoran would reply very quickly.

Ning Zhi'an avoided the topic of being afraid of ghosts, and Ji Zhaoran didn't pursue it either.

[J: Have you had breakfast? 】

Ning Zhi'an answered honestly: Not yet.

[J: [Picture] I bought it in the county yesterday, do you eat it? 】

The conditions in the village were poor, so they didn't pay much attention to what they ate. Ning Zhi'an had been eating egg buns for breakfast for several days.

In the picture are some steamed buns, lo-mei and dim sum. Although it is a bit greasy for breakfast, but for Ning Zhian whose mouth is almost fading out, this is no different from a full banquet!

Seeing these delicious foods, the shadow that Ning Zhian cast in the morning faded away.

【I eat! ! ! ] Ning Zhi'an replied excitedly, but seemed a little unreserved, and then added hypocritically in a polite manner [Is it not enough for you if you give it to me? 】

But it looks really tempting.

Ning Zhi'an clicked on the picture, and after zooming in, he looked at the food in the photo carefully, and his eyes were addicted to it.

He waited for a while, but did not wait for Ji Zhaoran's reply.

Ning Zhi'an's heart felt cold.

Maybe Mr. Ji was really just being polite to himself. When he evaded, Mr. Ji went along with the flow and enjoyed the delicious food all by himself.

Xiao Zhou was laying out hot egg buns on the table, Ning Zhi'an walked over slowly, thinking with a sad face, bumping into a ghost might not be so sad.

Just as he was listlessly picking up an egg, Ning Zhi'an's phone suddenly sounded a notification.

Ning Zhi'an opened with a sleepy expression.

Ji Zhaoran sent a very short voice, with a deep and undisciplined voice piercing into the eardrums: "Open the door."

Eating the sumptuous breakfast brought by Ji Zhaoran, Ning Zhi'an deeply blamed herself for being too villainous just now.

In order to make up for his narrow guess about Ji Zhaoran just now, Ning Zhi'an was full of emotions and feelings, and racked his brains to praise Ji Zhaoran, wishing to blow Ji Zhaoran into nothingness.

"Mr. Ji, this shrimp dumpling is so delicious, it reminds me of your handsome face!"

"Mr. Ji, your charm is like this rib, mellow and long, with endless aftertaste!"

"Mr. Ji, this cup of corn juice is like our friendship, sweet and pure, endless!"

Ji Zhaoran had just finished his morning exercise, he wasn't too hungry, he leaned against the back of the chair and drank the porridge, and laughed lazily.

"It's almost done."

Ning Zhi'an corrected: "No, this meal cured me, I must praise you well."

The golden morning sun fell into the room and sprinkled on Ning Zhi'an's delicate and tired face.

Ning Zhi'an's complexion was as white as fine porcelain, and because he didn't sleep well, the bruises under his eyes were particularly obvious.

"Cure?" Ji Zhaoran's eyes fell on Ning Zhi'an's slightly blue lower eyelids. "Where did you get hurt?"

Ning Zhi'an thought in her heart: I was frightened by a prop doll that I imagined.

But it's too embarrassing to say this, so Ning Zhi'an said vaguely: "I'm just a little worried for the crew, I don't know if there will be problems with the shooting progress."

Ji Zhaoran hooked the corners of his lips: "You're still worrying about Zhou Weiyu."

Ning Zhi'an took advantage of the situation and said, "Well, I have a lot to worry about."

Because of yesterday's incident, the crew members were a little impetuous, but Ji Zhaoran was calm and relaxed, as if he was not affected by yesterday's haunted rumors at all.

Ning Zhi'an thought for a while, and asked curiously: "Mr. Ji, do you believe that there are ghosts in this world?"

Hearing this question, Ji Zhaoran raised his eyebrows, resting his slender, white fingers on his wrists, caressing them carelessly.

Ning Zhi'an was about to explain, but he was just curious, when Ji Zhaoran's cell phone rang suddenly.

He threw his cell phone on the table, and Ning Zhi'an saw the caller.

——【Liu Manjiang】

Ji Zhaoran did not avoid Ning Zhi'an, and directly connected the phone. "Hello?"

He originally had a casual expression and didn't care much about his attitude, but after hearing what the other party said, he slowly frowned.

Most of the time Ji Zhaoran and Ning Zhian get along very casually, but Ning Zhian has a big heart and often forgets the other party's identity.

But when Ji Zhaoran is serious, he will inadvertently reveal a very aggressive edge, only at this time, Ning Zhi'an will remember that this person in front of him is the ceiling of the entertainment industry.

Ning Zhi'an couldn't hear what was said on the phone, but from Ji Zhaoran's expression, he felt that things were not very good.

After hanging up the phone, Ji Zhaoran got up and said to Ning Zhi'an in a calm tone: "I'm going to talk to Liu Manjiang about something. The production team won't be working today, so you and Xiao Zhou can rest in the room."

It was inconvenient for Ning Zhi'an to ask more questions, so she nodded cooperatively: "Okay."

He wanted to stand up and send Ji Zhaoran out, but Ji Zhaoran pushed him back. "Eat yours steadily."

Although Ji Zhaoran didn't tell Ning Zhi'an what was said on the phone, but in the evening, a rumor quickly spread on the Internet.

#Director Zhou Weiyu Suspected Missing# [Yesterday, there were rumors of a haunted scene coming out from the crew of "Yun Qi He Ji", but the crew did not give a positive reply.Today, there are internal rumors that the chief director Zhou Weiyu has been missing since the end of work last night, and today he lost contact directly. Do you think this is true? 】

[Is it too ridiculous? 】

[? ? ?No way, why does it feel a little scary?]

[Director Zhou is so cute, nothing can happen! ! ! 】

[Fuck, why is this Red Fishing Village so evil? ? ? 】

【Prosperity, democracy, harmony, freedom, equality, justice...】

If he hadn't thought of Ji Zhaoran's attitude in the morning, Ning Zhi'an would definitely think it was a rumor.But now, Ning Zhi'an was somewhat uncertain.

Ning Zhi'an looked at the constantly updated news on Weibo, feeling a little restless.

Where is Director Zhou now, what is Teacher Ji doing, and there has been no news from the crew all day, what's going on?

Ning Zhi'an wanted to call Ji Zhaoran to ask, but was worried that he was too reckless.

Just as he was circling around the room in a hurry, there was a knock on the door of his room suddenly.

That's not how Xiao Zhou knocked on the door, so who could it be?

What happened in the past two days made him feel a little overwhelmed.

Ning Zhi'an licked her lips, walked slowly to the door, and asked timidly, "Who is it?"

Outside the door, a ghost wearing a tall white hat and iron chains wrapped around his wrists excitedly stuck out a long scarlet tongue.

He took out a small mirror from his pocket, winked and posed in front of the mirror.

He straightened his tall hat deliberately, smoothed out every pleat on the cuffs, and only after making sure that he was neatly dressed and looking radiant did he smile.

[Mengpotang Literature Network] He was entrusted to run errands and deliver some things to others. He didn't want to make this extra trip, but unexpectedly, he came to see Da Da, who was chasing the article.

Chasing stars at public expense, he must be the happiest Bai Wuchang in the whole hell!