I'm red after becoming an honorary underworld

Looking at the full screen of 【You are doing very well】, Ning Zhi'an felt quite agitated.

But maybe it's because the readers have been very gentle recently, and they have never really hurt themselves, which gave Ning Zhi'an a little courage, and Ning Zhi'an had the courage to reason with them.

Today is the winter solstice, there is a folk activity near the film and television base, Xiaohong took the little girl to join in the fun, now only Ning Zhian is left in the quiet room.

He sat in front of the laptop with his back straight, tapping the keyboard with his fingertips, making a crisp rebound sound.

[Ahem, I know that you all don't want xx to die, but this is a very important node for promoting the plot, so I decided to write it out according to the original design. If you don't like it, you can go and see other Novels, or fattening up for a period of time to ease the mood. QAQ]

The readers and friends of the underworld responded very quickly.

[Help me clear the grass on the grave: Are you teaching me how to do things? 】

[Reject the vampire: Are you teaching me how to do things? 】

[Don't fall in love with Fan Wujiu: Are you teaching me how to do things? 】

[Trouble burning snail noodles: Are you teaching me how to do things? 】

[Purchasing incense, no paper money: click @我... Are you teaching me how to do things? 】

...So Ning Zhi'an cowardly sent another comment: 【Good night everyone! 】

After posting, Ning Zhi'an tightly fastened the laptop, fearing that these weird ghosts would come out of the screen along the network cable.

After firmly closing the notebook, Ning Zhi'an was very vigilant and felt that it was not safe, so he locked the computer in the safe in the hotel room, with a password of sixteen characters.

At least in horror movies, the scene of ghosts emerging from the screen won't appear in front of him, right?

Because as soon as he came out, he would be locked in a small dark room.

After locking the root of all evil notebook, Ning Zhi'an felt a little relieved, turned around and walked into the bathroom, ready to take a hot shower.

The pennant of "Red Mouth Escape" followed Ning Zhian vigorously, as if she wanted to follow Ning Zhian into the bathroom, but Ning Zhian grabbed it and threw it out indifferently.

"Don't follow me when I'm taking a shower."

Worried that he was not strong enough to speak, through the bathroom door, Ning Zhi'an added: "If you don't obey, I will let you make a rag."

The pennant swished and hung on the wall docilely.

After taking a shower, Ning Zhi'an changed into a loose and comfortable white cotton pajamas, sat lazily on the small sofa, and wiped the water droplets from the tips of her hair with a towel.

He felt brave and strong today.In order to encourage himself, Ning Zhi'an opened a certain music software and directly put the music into the bluetooth speaker.

In the small hotel room, the piano sound of "Symphony of Destiny" slowly flowed out. Amid the patchwork melody, Ning Zhi'an swung the sugar-free Coke in the transparent goblet with satisfaction.

The pennant stuck on the wall shook violently.

Ning Zhi'an holds the mobile phone in his hand, surfing freely and happily in Yangjian's online world.

You don't know how to cherish anything until you lose it. When he was scolded by netizens because of the photo incident, he felt quite uncomfortable. If it is now, he will definitely not.

Those who scolded him on the Internet back then were at least neatly alive.

In less than three hours, there were many new comments on his weibo.

Ning Zhi'an picked a few interesting comments to reply, and was stretching lazily, wanting to change his posture, when he suddenly heard a movement in the corridor, and then the voices of Zhou Weiyu and Liu Manjiang.

The two of them seemed to be very close to the door of his room, and Ning Zhi'an could vaguely hear their murmurs from the sofa.

Although after this period of time, Ning Zhi'an's original filter for the two directors has faded, but their character can still be trusted.

Ning Zhi'an didn't think too much, just jumped off the sofa, and walked towards the door with his slippers on.

Opening the door, Ning Zhi'an arched a black head, and looked at the two directors suspiciously: "Director Zhou, Director Liu, what are you doing?"

It's past ten o'clock, these two people don't go to bed early, what are they tossing about?

Zhou Weiyu was originally facing the direction of Ji Zhaoran's room door, but when he heard Ning Zhi'an's voice, he was startled, he turned his head, patted his chest and said: "Scare me, so you live opposite Ji Zhaoran."

Hearing the melody of "Symphony of Destiny" flowing in Ning Zhi'an's room, Zhou Weiyu's complexion changed slightly, and he was a little awed: "Xiao Ning, I didn't expect you to have very elegant hobbies in private!"

It just so happened that Ji Zhaoran also opened the door, and met Ning Zhian's eyes with his head popped out, and at the same time heard Zhou Weiyu's words and the voice in Ning Zhian's room.

Ji Zhaoran: "..."

Ji Zhaoran subconsciously remembered that when he met Ning Zhi'an Xiali on the road, the jubilant "Good Luck Comes" came from the car.

Zhou Weiyu thought that Ji Zhaoran's subtle expression was directed at him, and hurriedly said loudly: "Why are you looking at me like that, I called you to come down for supper, but you still hang up on me, you are still not friends!"

Tomorrow's play is not tight, so you don't need to get up early, and tonight is the winter solstice again, so Zhou Weiyu wanted to find Ji Zhaoran for something to eat and drink, but Ji Zhaoran said "You made a mistake" inhumanely, and then said Hang up the phone.

They all lived in the same hotel, and Zhou Weiyu went straight to the door as soon as he came up.

Ji Zhaoran ignored Zhou Weiyu, his eyes fell on Ning Zhian's face, and he said in a neutral voice: "Next time you hear these two people in the corridor, don't open the door if you say anything, you know?"

Ning Zhian nodded obediently.

Zhou Weiyu laughed kindly when the two sang. "Walking around, it happened that Xiao Ning was also here, so I went downstairs to have a late-night snack with me. I ordered a lot of barbecue, chicken, mutton, and small yellow croaker. I couldn't finish it and wasted."

Hearing the barbecue, Ning Zhi'an was unbearably hungry, a pair of dark and clear almond eyes lit up, and the area where he protruded from the door was getting bigger and bigger.

"Then go and eat it, it's a pity to waste it. Director Zhou, don't do this next time."

No wonder he has no position, it's because Director Zhou gave too much!

Zhou Weiyu complained: "Ji Zhaoran didn't give me face, so you come to persuade him."

Ning Zhi'an moved out slowly, cleared his throat, and said to Ji Zhaoran seriously: "Mr. Ji, although it's wrong to be an actor to eat supper, but we can't just watch Director Zhou go to waste."

Ji Zhaoran was leaning against the door lazily, raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, with a playful look, which means you keep fooling around.

Ning Zhi'an went on to say: "Besides, today is the winter solstice, what a memorable day, if I can have supper with you and Director Zhou, it will be a wonderful memory in my life."

After speaking, Ning Zhi'an raised her eyes, blinked and waited for Ji Zhaoran's response.

At the same time, I praised myself fiercely in my heart, what a little star who can bend, stretch, and speak eloquently!

Ji Zhaoran repeated what Ning Zhi'an said: "If I could have a supper with you and Director Zhou?"

Ning Zhi'an corrected without a stand: "With you, with you!"

The corners of Ji Zhaoran's lips curved beautifully, and his voice was soft and slow, like a casual joke, but also seemed to be stained with a little genuine joy.

"Then you have to remember today well."

After all, Ji Zhaoran lazily ordered Zhou Weiyu: "Order some seafood."

……

In order to make himself look less hungry, the poor little star tried to relax his facial muscles so that he could look natural.

But he didn't notice that he followed Zhou Weiyu with his bare feet and slippers.

Behind Ning Zhi'an, Ji Zhaoran looked away from the thin and fair ankle, and suddenly laughed.

Future.

……

Not far from the hotel where they stayed, in another hotel with more luxurious facilities, Jiang Yang stared straight at the Gumanthong statue in front of him.

The statue of Gumantong is wrapped in gold foil and stands quietly in the shrine.

Incompatible with the snacks and toys enshrined on both sides, is the weird and cruel smile on the face of the golden statue.

If he hadn't had to, Jiang Yang didn't want to go as far as raising ghosts.

But he has been having nightmares for several nights in a row, and he would rather take the risk of being backlashed by the kid than being revenged by that person after he finds out the truth.

This is his newly invited kid, and the price is extremely expensive, even Jiang Yang couldn't help but feel pain in his flesh.But it is said that this ghost has extraordinary intelligence, because of its strong resentment, its ability is also beyond the comparison of ordinary ghosts.As long as the worship is appropriate, it can guarantee that people's wishes will come true.

Jiang Yang took out a very low-quality jade from his neck, and said in a coaxing tone, "The original owner of this jade...you know what I'm thinking, don't you, go and help me?"

"This time you helped me, next time I will help you reincarnate."

They are already in the relationship of worship, and they are connected with each other. Jiang Yang doesn't need to explain his viciousness, the kid can also know his thoughts.

After finishing speaking, Jiang Yang felt that the curvature of Gumantong's mouth seemed to be wider.

He couldn't see ghosts, so he didn't know. On the shrine, a little ghost with the appearance of a boy giggled.

Because of the pale complexion and black pupils, the smile looks extraordinarily eerie.

"Okay."

The little ghost stood up and walked out of the hotel, his tone was childlike innocence, but his eyes were cruel: "You have to keep your word, otherwise the consequences will be very serious."

……

Ning Zhi'an ate barbecue and seafood, and even opened a can of beer for the first time under Zhou Weiyu's instigation.

After taking a few sips of beer, Ning Zhi'an felt a little smug, her clear almond eyes glistened with water.

Ji Zhaoran didn't expect that Ning Zhi'an's drinking capacity was smaller than that of a cat, and after just two sips, a little drunk appeared in his eyes.

The neckline of Ning Zhi'an's sweater was a little loose, revealing a delicate and thin collarbone. When the lights from the roof fell, a beautiful dimple was also very obvious.

Ji Zhaoran didn't know what he thought of, he suddenly looked away, snatched the beer can from Ning Zhi'an's hand, peeled a few shrimps and put them in front of him, like an order, but his tone was not blunt.

"Eat the shrimp."

Ning Zhi'an felt that he was far from being drunk, but he felt that it was too stupid to argue with others whether he was drunk or not.

Anyway, he wasn't addicted to alcohol, so he simply sat down beside Ji Zhaoran and ate shrimp, listening to their chat with his ears open.

"I think those who engage in artistic creation must have their own persistence and ideas. If they are coerced by the audience, their development will not last long." Zhou Weiyu said.

Directing is also an art of creation. Hearing Zhou Weiyu brag about his persistence, Ning Zhi'an couldn't help thinking of himself.

Yes, he wrote novels, which is also creation.

Ning Zhi'an felt that she was not drunk, but very sober.

It may be because Ji Zhaoran of the ghost avoidance system was also present, and Ning Zhi'an forgot the fear of being dominated by the honorable underworld for a moment.

Thinking of the laptop locked in the safe by myself, the full screen of "You are teaching me how to do things" seems to be vivid in my mind.

So Ning Zhi'an took the courage to connect to [Meng Po Tang Literature Network] with her mobile phone, and posted an announcement in a very rebellious manner.

——No way, no way, do ghosts want to teach me how to write essays?