I'm red after becoming an honorary underworld

After the announcement was made, Ning Zhi'an felt that he was doing well, and the melody of "Symphony of Destiny" began to echo in his mind.

Ning Zhian raised a confident smile.

Perhaps it was because the curvature of the corners of his lips was too high-profile, even Ji Zhaoran, who was lazily sitting next to him, couldn't help but look sideways.

A pair of innocent and beautiful almond eyes, coupled with such a strange expression, always feels a kind of inexplicable stupidity.

... This kid, how can he be so beautiful after eating two bites of shrimp?

Zhou Weiyu also noticed Ning Zhian's abnormality: "Xiao Ning, what are you laughing at?"

"Ah?" Ning Zhi'an reacted for a moment, shook his head a little dullly, and then said loudly: "I think what you said is right!"

"As expected of a famous director, he has his own thoughts!" Ning Zhi'an now feels that he understands Zhou Weiyu's feelings very well. They are half of the same kind of people, so they give Zhou Weiyu a thumbs up without hesitation : "You are indeed the director I have admired since I was a child!"

Ji Zhaoran was not very hungry, he was clinking glasses with Zhou Weiyu nonchalantly, and put the wine glass back on the table without hesitation.

Zhou Weiyu who was holding a wine glass:? ? ?

Ji Zhaoran gave a very short "Oh": "Do you admire him?"

Ning Zhi'an felt that he should be level with a bowl of water: "I admire you too!"

Ji Zhaoran wiped every finger of his hand slowly: "Also?"

Thinking of Ji Zhaoran's damned desire to win and lose, that he might not be willing to be on an equal footing with Director Zhou, Ning Zhi'an added: "Mr. Ji, you are an old artist I have admired since I was a child!"

Ji Zhaoran's fingers stopped, and his eyelids twitched.

He slowed down his voice and asked word by word: "An old artist whom I have admired since I was a child?"

"That's right!" Ning Zhi'an carefully cited an example in order to justify himself: "When you acted in the first movie, I was only eight years old and in the second grade of elementary school. At that time, movie theater tickets were very expensive. My dad paid me a salary and took me to the movies, saying that this actor did a great job. I thought to myself, this uncle on the screen is so handsome!"

Ji Zhaoran repeated softly, the corners of his lips curled up, and there was an inexplicable meaning in his smile: "This, uncle?"

If Ning Zhi'an hadn't drank those few sips of beer, he would have read Ji Zhaoran's meaning from Ji Zhaoran's eyes.

——Why don't you reorganize the language and talk about this matter again.

But now Ning Zhi'an didn't understand at all.

The person in front of him is Mr. Ji who takes good care of him and can avoid ghosts.

Ning Zhi'an's eyes were clear, like melted icing sugar, and his chest was slightly swollen with admiration.

Ning Zhian spoke softly. "Uncle Ji."

This Uncle Ji's tone was so obedient.

Uncle Ji's throat moved almost imperceptibly.

—— Immediately afterwards, Ning Zhi'an showed a look of admiration and shyness, and said in a soft voice: "You are really an old artist with both virtue and skill. I have taken you as a role model since I was a child."

It is clear at a glance whether the actor's line skills are good or not.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Ji Zhaoran feels that the accent of the word "old" is particularly clear.

Why are you so worried?

... Ji Zhaoran calmly raised his head and drank a glass of wine.

His adam's apple was well formed, and a very oppressive line was drawn as he rolled up and down.

After drinking, Ji Zhaoran said firmly, "You drank too much."

Ning Zhi'an denied: "I didn't, I'm very sober."

"you're drunk."

"I'm not drunk."

It's too bad to reason with this thing, Ji Zhaoran feels that he needs to smoke a cigarette to calm down now.

He grabbed the cigarette case and lighter, and was about to go to the balcony to blow some air. He saw Zhou Weiyu and Liu Manjiang sideways, and felt that they would continue to fool Ning Zhian into drinking.

Ji Zhaoran conveniently carried Ning Zhi'an to the window sill, and through a transparent glass door, Ji Zhaoran leaned on the railing, lowered his eyes and lit a menthol cigarette.

Ning Zhi'an stood upright, and asked puzzledly: "Mr. Ji, why did you make me stand here as a punishment?"

The end of the year is approaching, and red lanterns are hung in the commercial street not far away. The night view outside the window is not very prosperous, but it has a lively and simple charm.

With his back against the night, Ji Zhaoran looked taller and taller.There was smoke between the slender finger bones, and the lingering smoke made him squint his eyes.

Ji Zhaoran said concisely: "Standing is good for you." It's good for your brain.

That's what he said, but Ning Zhi'an still didn't understand why Ji Zhaoran smoked and wanted to bring him here as well.

Ning Zhi'an opened her eyes and opened her mouth, wanting to argue with Ji Zhaoran.

Ji Zhaoran added indifferently: "Listen to the old artist, that's right."

So Ning Zhi'an tightly shut his mouth again.

In the room, Zhou Weiyu and Liu Manjiang were drunk with peanuts, and for some reason, they suddenly chatted about Bai Wuchang.

"Today is the winter solstice, I don't know if anyone will offer a plate of dumplings to Mr. Bai Wuchang."

"I didn't expect the ghost messenger in the underworld to be so warm-hearted. He saved my life and the old Feng's life."

"Isn't it the underworld star who saved Mr. Feng?"

"Yes, that celebrity has made more contributions. Mr. Feng said that he wanted to set up a statue of him to enshrine. After all, he is old, so he wanted to make peace of mind."

???

Hearing this, the tips of Ning Zhian's white ears moved in horror. Regardless of being punished to stand, Ning Zhi'an took a sneaky step back, trying to hear more clearly.

Too much! ?

He is really not a person from the underworld! ! !

Liu Manjiang asked: "Then the enshrinement must not have a name? Mr. Feng has never seen that star, and he doesn't know his name. How can he offer it?"

Zhou Weiyu replied: "Old Master Feng asked the master to ask, and he said that this kind of well-known figure in the underworld has already had a connection with his stage name, so he can just use his stage name to enshrine."

"So...Mr. Feng is going to provide for an underworld star named Unemployed Little Star at home?"

Liu Manjiang rubbed his face, lost his mind and said: "It's too stupid."

……

The night outside the window was peaceful and peaceful, and there was a handsome Teacher Ji staring at him.

Ning Zhi'an's heart was miserable.

He was young, healthy and alive, and he suddenly became half a person in the underworld, not to mention, now he is going to be enshrined?

Why so hasty?

His status as an honorary man of the underworld is very good, if Feng Xun's offering, he can really receive it! ?

What if he has any sequelae?

Will there be a situation where smoke comes out of nostrils suddenly while chatting with someone?

Could it be that he was walking on the street, and his whole body naturally exuded the fragrance of incense?

Will he spontaneously combust?Will he be blackened?

Ning Zhi'an was bitter at the moment, his mind was spinning fast, he wished that Zhou Weiyu would tell Feng Xun on the spot, don't be impulsive.

……

The little ghost had smelled Jiang Yang's inferior jade pendant, so it was easy to find the original owner.

The little ghost is so lively, he first went to the nearby folk festival to play around, and then slowly started looking for people.

The aura was getting closer and closer, and the corners of the kid's mouth were grinning wider and wider. A cruel smile gradually appeared on the cold and pale child's face.

What to do with him?

The little ghost gradually became excited.

Take out that person's memory so that he can no longer remember the past?

To scare that person into a fool, and make him startled like a frightened person on TV?

Or make him never appear again? ? ?

Those who are turned into Gumantong are all children who died in vain with deep resentment. Children have no clear concept of right and wrong, and because they have suffered a lot when they died, they are more sinister than ordinary ghosts.

Almost to the room with the strongest atmosphere, the kid opened his mouth and happily showed his fangs.

...and then took it back.

Looking at the scene in front of him, the kid rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

Why are there so many ghosts here? ? ?

Downstairs from that person, there are all kinds of ghosts in terrifying shapes.

In terms of scary, I seem to be far worse than them.

Some of these ghosts were counting things with notebooks and pens, some squatted by the flower beds to watch the ants fight, some played cards together, and they would pull their tongues when they lost, and some ghosts were pitching tents.

Why pitch a tent?

Seeing the little ghost, a ghost with a fierce face came over. "Are you also here to find the little star?"

That person seems to be a star indeed, the kid nodded confusedly.

The fierce ghost then asked, "What are you doing here?"

Kid: "I want to kill him." Not necessarily, but this is the worst case, so the kid said it honestly.

"There are a lot of ghosts here who want to give him the blade." After hearing what he said, the fierce ghost nodded understandingly: "But we still can't be too impulsive, we have to reflect our demeanor, our level, and use our skills. Charm conquers starlets. I have code-named this operation Venus."

"In this way, you have to register first and tell him what you want to say."

The little ghost went to the registration place in a daze.

It was quite late when the supper ended, Ning Zhi'an insisted on helping Zhou Weiyu clean up the garbage before returning to their room with Ji Zhaoran.

He was wearing hotel slippers, and with his thin ankle bare, he stepped on the ground and made a "slapping" sound.

Ning Zhian felt bitter just now, taking advantage of Ji Zhaoran's inattention, he secretly drank a few sips of beer.

All kinds of emotions are coming up now.

Ning Zhian thought melancholy.

If he talks in the future, his nose will smoke. Will Teacher Ji dislike him?

He is so difficult.