The rich second generation catches demons and evil in the entertainment circle [Rebirth]

Playing God and Playing Ghosts No.19 Days Young Master Jiang: "I have a big backstage."

Fang Yu looked at the twisted little baby crawling out of the crock, and after a few seconds of silence, he screamed loudly.

Her scream completely attracted the attention of the thing, and it turned in Fang Yu's direction.

Jiang Yiming cursed secretly, the child's crawling speed was not fast, and he kept chanting "I want to live" in his mouth, and the piercing cry of a girl kept echoing in his ears, reminding Jiang Yiming of the photo on the dressing table girl in.

He subconsciously turned to the dressing table, but found that the old photos that had been placed there were missing.

Jiang Yiming turned sharply to the little baby.

The little baby exudes a black energy that cannot be seen by ordinary people, which is exactly the same as that of Qingwu before.

"Sure enough, this child was set up to find her..." Jiang Yiming frowned, the situation in front of him was not much different from what he expected, but it didn't mean he was relieved.

Qingwu was counterattacked by the spirit summoning technique, and Li Gui leaned over the dead body, with dead air stacked together, the longer the time dragged on, the more difficult it was to solve, and outside the door, there were unarmed ordinary people.

Jiang Yiming pursed his lips and muttered trouble, while pulling out the talisman paper he had hidden with him.

The spell also invited God, Jiang Yiming half closed his eyes, and the breath around him suddenly became quiet, as if the air around him stopped flowing because of him, and because of him, he slowly changed the direction of flow.

Qingwu's whole body trembled, and his eyes widened in response to Jiang Yiming.

"Jiang Yiming, the 13th generation feng shui descendant of the Jiang family, respectfully invites the Taoist patriarch to subdue the ghosts, and accept them to psychic!" Jiang Yiming said loudly, his voice was clear and clear, with a thick air, just like the sound of an ancient bell. The lingering sound lingered around the beam, penetrating directly to the bottom of my heart, after sweeping and washing, my whole body was clear.

Qingwu straightened his body stiffly, and saw a blurry and transparent figure vaguely appearing in front of him, with a huge figure, but he could only see a corner of it.

Shi Shiran stood between the little baby and Fang Yu, and with a slight wave of his hand, he heard a heart-piercing scream that seemed to be peeled off from the little baby, gradually disappearing from near to far. .

The little baby lay down limply and stopped approaching Fang Yu. The swollen purple face quickly returned to its rotten appearance under the oxidation of the air.

Fang Yu gasped in horror and leaned against the door frame.

The phantom of Daotian Patriarch in the air became misty and blurred. The phantom grabbed a cloud of black air and dissipated into the air along with it.

Jiang Yiming breathed a sigh of relief, his face became pale and ugly, he coughed twice, took a deep breath to adjust his breathing.

It took a lot of Jiang Yiming's energy to ask the gods to help him eliminate the demons. He looked a little weak, and there was no trace of blood on his fair face.

With a wave of his hand, he removed the fixing spell set on Qingwu's body.

Qingwu's eyes are full of clarity at this moment, and the black energy that was backlashed earlier has also been taken away by the Daotian Patriarch who was invited out, and the whole room is as clean as if nothing happened.

If Jiang Yiming hadn't used ancient coins and gossip to suppress the evil spirits in the house in advance, so that they would not run away, or even if the gods were invited, they would only be able to solve part of the problem, and would not be able to catch the escaped evil spirits.

Qingwu's eyes and pupils trembled slightly, he looked at Jiang Yiming in shock, and opened his mouth slightly, "You...you can ask God? How can you...but my master never...I thought it was all in the legend... ..."

Jiang Yiming rolled his eyes, if it wasn't for the tightness and pain in his chest, Qingwu would definitely be pissed off by him right now.

He didn't want to speak, and he didn't bother to talk to the other party.

Qingwu just waited for a moment of silence just to make fun of himself, and then he couldn't help asking: "Did I do something wrong? She won't come back, right?"

Jiang Yiming ignored him.

"Why did you stop me? Is it because of her?" Qing Wu looked at Fang Yu at the door.

Jiang Yiming was still too lazy to answer.

"What's your relationship with her?"

Qingwu continued to ask unwillingly: "Then, how do you know what I'm doing?"

"Because I'm very talented." Jiang Yiming really couldn't stand the other party's question, he rolled his eyes, and took a breath while clutching his chest.

Qingwu choked.

Then his eyes fell on the scattered earthen jars in the room, he paused, and seemed to agree to this explanation: "If my talent is better, maybe I will succeed."

"When you have that idea, you can't succeed." Jiang Yiming endured the pain in his chest and interrupted Qingwu's words. Subconsciously tense up.

He said: "No one can do this kind of upside down life and death, unless you are the king of hell. If you play with life and death, it will come back sooner or later."

Qingwu frowned.

Jiang Yiming glanced at him and walked slowly towards the door.

Fang Yu hesitated to speak, and subconsciously wanted to grab Jiang Yiming's cuff, but after being glanced at by Jiang Yiming, he put it down stiffly.

"Thank you..." She said softly when Jiang Yiming passed by.

Jiang Yiming's footsteps paused, he waved his hand and went downstairs without looking back.

As soon as he walked downstairs, he saw a car of policemen quietly going upstairs. He silently pulled up his collar to cover half of his face, looking like an ordinary resident who came out to run at night.

"Sir, it's not safe here, please evacuate immediately." A policeman stopped Jiang Yiming and said seriously.

Jiang Yiming nodded, lowered his voice, and acted like a curious gossip: "Oh. What's wrong?"

"It's not convenient to disclose, please leave as soon as possible." Mr. Police replied in a polite manner.

Jiang Yiming shrugged and walked downstairs quickly.

He turned to a corner and hid in the dark. After a while, he heard movement from upstairs.

He also heard the old lady and his wife next door anxiously asking the policeman if they had seen a fair and clean young man, and he smiled slightly with the corners of his mouth curled up.

Not long after, Jiang Yiming saw Qing Wu and Fang Yu being escorted downstairs by the police and brought into a police car.

Behind him were two earth-colored police officers, holding a ball of things wrapped in dry towels.

Jiang Yiming glanced at the expressions of the two policemen, and guessed it was the body of the baby at the scene.

He waited for all the police cars to leave before coming out of the corner.

His complexion was still ugly, without a trace of blood, and after walking two steps, he felt some phantom in front of his eyes. He stopped and called Zhong Sheng honestly.

"Hello? Are you asleep? Is it convenient to come and pick me up?"

When Zhong Sheng received a call from Jiang Yiming, his tense nerves finally relaxed, "Here we come."

When Zhong Sheng drove to Qiming Street, Jiang Yiming squatted at the corner of the street, looking like he was stunned, with half of his face covered under the turned up collar, which made Zhong Sheng frowned.

"Don't, don't have this expression, as if I'm out to have a good time." Jiang Yiming saw Zhong Sheng, his spirits improved, he grinned, and joked, "Compared to those rich second generations, I let you save money." If you are more concerned, at least I have a correct style.”

Zhong Sheng pulled Jiang Yiming up, "I would rather you be like those rich second generations, at least even if they make a mistake, I have a way to make it right."

"Don't be in the midst of blessings and don't know your blessings." Jiang Yiming clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes at Zhong Sheng.

Zhong Sheng laughed softly, Jiang Yiming leaned half on his body, the body temperature spread into his chest through the thin fabric.

He looked down at Jiang Yiming, if it wasn't for his lack of strength, the child probably wouldn't have put most of his weight on him like this.

He sighed in his heart, supported the young man vigorously with his arms, and brought him into the car next to him.

The next day, Jiang Yiming slept soundly in Zhong Sheng's apartment. If he hadn't heard the news coming from the living room, which seemed to be about the matter he dealt with last night, he would probably be able to sleep again. one afternoon.

Jiang Yiming came out of the bedroom rubbing his curly hair and half-closed his eyes to watch the TV in the living room.

Bao Qiwen was also here, with his back turned to Jiang Yiming, and asked Zhong Sheng in a low voice: "Don't tell me that Young Master Jiang did this again."

Zhong Sheng nodded.

Bao Qiwen wailed and covered his cheeks.

"No one knows it's me, why are you howling." Jiang Yiming curled his lips behind Bao Qiwen, "If you do good deeds without leaving a name or receiving rewards, I should be the one who should cry."

"Master Jiang, do you want to consider making a mask or something? If you go down like this, you will overturn your car sooner or later and be recognized!" Bao Qiwen said.

"I don't want it, it will damage my beauty." Jiang Yiming waved his hand.

Bao Qiwen choked, and heard Zhong Sheng chuckle next to him, "It's okay to be recognized, you are a vegetarian when the Zhong family, Jiang family and Xia family are?"

Bao Qiwen was completely speechless, he forgot that Jiang Yiming was the only artist he had ever brought with a real and solid background.

The three join forces, maybe half of the entertainment industry can be won.

Jiang Yiming curled his lips when he heard the words, and cast a look at Bao Qiwen lazily: "I have a big backstage."

"...That can't..."

"If you keep nagging, I won't prepare a talent show for you." Jiang Yiming interrupted Bao Qiwen, threatening with staring eyes.

Bao Qiwen closed his mouth, and couldn't help but speak again after a few seconds: "...that's Restart's finals, can you stop talking like a cheap annual meeting stage?"

Jiang Yiming: ╮(╯▽╰)╭