Chapter 105

Platinum director Huan Xu, who just won the grand prize at the two major star award ceremonies, has devoted himself to filming a new work to welcome the return of the Southern Yan Tianxing family.

The official website of Xinghuo released the announcement immediately:

[Red silk and white gauze, joy and sorrow, red candles swaying, cold wind escorting the wedding, unveiling the secrets beneath the red veil, can the power of love break through all constraints, or is fate unavoidable, separating the Yin and Yang?

Listen, what's that sound? It sounds like someone is knocking on the mirror.

Don't be afraid.

The old people often say: If you don’t do anything wrong, you don’t have to worry about ghosts knocking on your door.

@Xinghuo Entertainment Director Huan @Xinghuo Entertainment Actor Qin Dongxiao @Dingsheng Entertainment Actor Bai Yaofei @......

On the night of Yan Tianxing's return in "Double Happiness," we'll meet you at Sparkle and embark on a wonderful journey together.

"I knew that once Yan Tianxing returned, Director Huan would definitely apply to fight."

"The third stop is yours, Yan Tianxing."

"Forwarded, looking forward to the release."

"I don't know why Director Huan set the time at midnight this time, but even if I have to take a day off, I will catch the first premiere."

"By the way, Yan Tianxing likes horror and thrills, right? Isn't Director Huan's style sweet romances? How do the two fit together?"

"How it's integrated isn't our business as viewers. Trust Director Huan. It'll be thrilling and terrifying, but also a sweet, two-way romance that ends happily ever after. Didn't the announcement say it all? Hehe, maybe the two young lovers will team up to defeat demons and monsters, and finally find love."

Of course, some sensitive viewers carefully read Xinghuo's announcement and felt a chill running down their spines. There were chilling winds, knocking mirrors, and rumors of demons and gods. Could there really be no problems?

Just looking at the joyful expressions of most of the online audience, the more sensitive audiences scratched their noses and wondered if they were really overthinking it?

Qin Dongxiao, who was browsing the Star Network and saw the messages from fans, raised the corner of his lips and smiled like the God of War Dragon King, revealing an extremely evil smile.

"Haha, hahahaha."

Want a wedding, right? No problem, we'll have one. Want a family reunion, right? Director Huan has arranged it all for you. Trust Director Huan, it's a sure thing. Dear little audience, feel free to come in.

Compared to the merger of Haotianxing and Youtianxing, Director Huan has already proved himself with two trophies. When people in Yantian heard that there were new double platinum trophies, the platinum director who was currently competing in the Star Director's God Record made a film to welcome their return, and their expectations were full.

"Director Platinum, the base is there, don't worry, it's no problem."

Although this director seems to be taking a very unpopular and niche approach, following the culture of his home planet, he has never even been heard of on their Yantian Star before.

But if Director Huan gives them face, they will definitely give Director Huan face as well.

Every director who challenges the path to becoming a star director comes to their planet, which is a respect for their tastes and hobbies.

They themselves are also very aware of their unique hobbies, which make them a relatively different existence in the Nine Heavens. Therefore, they must support these alien directors who come to their planet for their unique vision and taste that they appreciate.

Time jumps to the first day of the merger of Yantian Star. Amidst everyone's anticipation, time crosses 23:59 and reaches the boundary between the old and new dates.

The moment the Star Network time jumped to 00:00, the Xinghuo official website released the movie viewing link on time.

On the movie poster, the eye-catching red color catches the eye.

In the bridal chamber, red wedding characters were decorated with lanterns and colorful lights, white candles were burning on the table, and the red flames of the candles were dancing.

The bride, wearing a bright red robe, phoenix crown and bridal bridal robe, was lying on the wedding bed. Her fair skin and red lips made her look stunning against the backdrop of the robe and bridal bridal bridal bridal robe.

Samsung's audience had already prepared for this and was now immersed in the actress's beauty, watching with great interest.

Only the latest member, Yan Tianxing, and almost all the new viewers were surfing around Samsung's star network that day and had no more time to learn about Huan Xu's personal deeds.

They were suddenly struck by the beauty in front of them, and their astonishment was more than doubled, and they all fell into a daze.

The bride's makeup, clothes and accessories all attracted their attention.

In addition, there is the quaint room and the dim candlelight, which are things I have never seen or heard of before.

It was this almost blinding red that, the moment it entered their minds, made them deeply intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves, as if something engraved deeper in their genes was gradually awakened.

One sentence summary: Ghost knocks on the door in the middle of the night.

When the play link appeared, the audience couldn't wait to click in.

A group of spectators from Yantian Star turned into screaming chickens, screaming here and there.

In addition, three-star viewers said that they couldn't bear to watch it and wanted to raise their hands to their foreheads, but it was understandable. They recalled that when they first came into contact with Director Huan's films, they were also so "surprised" and not calm at all.

Before the film officially started, there was an extra line of warm reminder on the screen compared to the previous films.

[This film contains horror plots. Elderly people, children, people with heart disease, and timid viewers should watch it with caution. If you feel uncomfortable, please exit the movie immediately.]

The audiences of Cang Tian Hao Tian You Tian had already made preparations. Since this was a film shot by Director Huan to welcome Yan Tian Xing's family, and there was a hint in the previous Star Network announcement, they were mentally prepared for the horror plot contained in this film.

Generally, horror movies are meant to give unexpected frights. If you are mentally prepared, even if you are still a little scared, it won't be to the point of being unable to watch the movie.

[So Director Huan, don't worry. We will definitely watch it to the end and wait for the sweet couple to get married.]

When the audience of Yantianxing saw this line of prompts, they couldn't help but smile at each other across the Internet.

Horror is good, they like the scary and exciting parts.

Give me more.

The scarier and more exciting it is, the more I like it.

Up there!

I just don't know how this renowned director, a master of his home planet's culture, intends to scare people. I can't imagine what kind of horror I haven't experienced. Sigh, I'm not asking for a film that makes me scream with nervousness, but just a little bit of tension and a plot that isn't too repetitive and boring.

[Indeed, even the horror films directed by our own Yan Tianxing have been pretty much the same over the years. My heart rate remained steady after watching the entire film. Alas, the older I get, the less joyful I feel.]

[This poster does seem to have some new things in it, I just hope it can also be innovative in the horror plot.]

【Don’t be fooled by the fact that the greater your expectations, the greater your disappointment. 】

This warm reminder did not make the audience of Cangtian, Haotian and Youtian leave, but instead aroused the desire to win and curiosity of the audience of Yantian.

[If you can get my heart rate over 100, I lose! ]

At the same time, the film slowly unfolds.

A suona sound that soared into the sky sounded, marking the beginning of a grand drama.

As night falls, the bright moon casts a soft and cool silver light, covering the stage in front of it with a layer of gauze.

In front of the stage, the lights are bright, and big red lanterns are hung high, illuminating the surroundings and adding a festive atmosphere to the night.

As the clear and melodious sound of gongs and drums came from afar, everyone's eyes were focused on the stage. A red carpet was laid out, and the carved railings on both sides of the stage looked a little cold under the light.

The stage was brightly lit and the audience was packed with guests. A young man, whose clothes were out of place compared to the other audience members, was looking around in the audience.

The audience suddenly realized that they were actually seeing this scene from the male protagonist's perspective.

Some sharp-eyed viewers noticed something strange.

[Huh? Why is there no one sitting in the big chair in the first row? So many people are sitting there, are they just not going to sit there?]

As if knowing the question raised by the commentator, the male protagonist in the film also discovered this matter, and suddenly a sentence his grandfather once said to him emerged in his mind: "The best seats on the stage during the Ghost Festival are not reserved for the living."

[Oh my god, I'm breaking out in a cold sweat.]

Yan Tianxing was well versed in the principles of horror movies and had already sensed something was wrong at this moment, while the other three-star audiences were a little slow to react and were still waiting for the show to begin.

Without waiting for the audience to react too much.

The curtain slowly opened, and several actors in gorgeous costumes, with exquisite makeup on their faces, walked slowly into the center of the stage with light steps. Their figures appeared particularly vivid in the interweaving of light and shadow.

The performances of the male and female roles, jing and chou, took turns bringing the audience into a dramatic world of joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, love and hate.

[The opening scene of the Aoaoao opera troupe is a dream come true for Chi Ling.]

[The troupe on stage is none other than our Shen Family Troupe and Miss Qing Huan. Oh my god, could this be a sequel to Chi Ling, or a sister film? I'm fine with that.]

Yantian Star People: [If you don't understand, just ask, what is Chi Ling? And who is Qing Huan? ]

[This is a drama that Director Huan has filmed before. It is an eternal classic and an eternal pain.]

How painful is it? Is it thrilling? Is it scary?

[……] The pain was real, but there didn't seem to be any element of horror or excitement.

The performance of the troupe on stage was quite wonderful. When the song ended, even the male protagonist, a layman, couldn't help but raise his hands and applaud along with the other audience members.

However, a strange thing happened. Everyone on the stage was applauding, but only the male protagonist himself was applauding alone.

As if they had discovered the "oddball" among them, all the audience, including the actors on the stage, turned their heads in an instant, and after making a clicking sound with their stiff necks rotating, they focused their eyes on the male protagonist. Then, the next second, they all revealed a weird smile.

[There’s something wrong with these “people”! ]

From beginning to end, the audience was utterly silent. It wasn't because the troupe's performance had completely absorbed their attention and no one was talking, but because there was truly no sound at all. Throughout the entire performance, apart from the troupe's noise, the audience was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. With so many people, how could it be so quiet?

【Why are they all so motionless...】

[Stop talking. Why do I feel cold all over in this hot weather?]

Facing the gazes of the crowd, a drop of cold sweat slid down the male protagonist's forehead. However, as soon as he had the urge to run, his body moved involuntarily, and his destination was the armchair in the first row under the stage.

The audience passing by the stage, some standing, some sitting, of different ages, genders and appearances, the only thing they had in common was that they all had thick foundation on their faces, and they didn't move at all, only their eyes followed the figure of the male lead. Under the warm light of the red lanterns next to the stage, the faces of this group of people looked even paler.

[This should be a lively scene, but why is it so weird? Give me back the Shen family troupe.]

【Don’t go to the first row! 】

The barrage of comments suddenly surged out like a tide, and the four-star audience understood that something "bad" was about to happen. At this moment, their anxiety and curiosity reached their peak. Even the Yantian people who claimed to be immune to horror movies couldn't help but feel their heartbeats and breathing quicken.

No matter how the male protagonist resisted, he still sat down steadily on the chair in the first row step by step.

The male protagonist turned his head stiffly, and with the help of the light, he was shocked to find that these were not the audience at all, but a group of pale, colorless and lifeless paper people!

At the same time, a slender arm came from behind and came forward. The hero looked down and saw the bright red nail polish on the pale palm that did not belong to the normal human body. A mournful and sad voice sounded in his ears: "Husband, the auspicious time has come."

The next moment, a blood-red veil came into view, and beneath the red veil was an extremely pale face, with faintly visible eyes filled with bloodshot and resentment.

"Ah——" The male protagonist let out a scream, and the next moment, he suddenly woke up from his dream and jumped up from the bed.

Synchronized with the male protagonist's screams were the barrage of comments, the interstellar audience who were frightened by the suddenly weird style of painting and a group of abnormal audiences.

「Ahhhhh——」

What the hell?!

【! @#￥%%】 was so frightened that he typed out a bunch of garbled characters.

The film continues. Shen Haoran turns on the light in the dormitory and takes a look at his roommate on the bed next to him. He did not come back last night and he is the only one in the dormitory. So he simply goes to the bathroom in the middle of the night to take another shower and wash off the sweat on his body.

After coming out of the bathroom, Shen Haoran did not go to bed immediately. Instead, he pulled out a chair and sat down at the table, opening the notes on the table. The notes recorded the folk culture of a place that he had just learned not long ago.

It is said that some places like this night stage are specially performed for the deceased, and the people sitting in the first row are indeed not living people, but deceased elders.

Closing the notebook again, Shen Haoran muttered, "What you think about during the day, you dream about at night. Alas, it turns out that interest can't be used to make a living. How does the saying go? You hate what you do."

Shen Haoran, a college student majoring in folklore, is not having the first time to have some messy dreams while researching his subject.

According to the professor, they studied too deeply, and their brains were still working when they slept. However, because their brains were not very logical at this time, anything they dreamed about was possible, just like the dream he had just had. The first part was about a drama troupe, but the second part was about different channels, such as husband and auspicious time, and they went straight to the wedding customs and culture.

The professor once said: "There is no need to think too much, and the implication is that it cannot be anything. Although they study folklore, they believe in science."

Look, originally all four people in their dormitory were studying the same major.

Now the two beds are completely empty. The two students had already slipped away and switched to other majors when they changed their majors last year.

After all the trouble, Shen Haoran had become accustomed to it and calmed down naturally.

That’s right, I’m just used to it.

Since he was a child, Shen Haoran often encountered some strange things. According to the old Taoist priest invited by his grandfather, his horoscope was of the Yin element, and he was born to be easily targeted by ghosts.

Although Shen Haoran is skeptical about whether ghosts really exist in the world.

After all, even if he encountered some "strange things" occasionally, he had never actually seen that species with his own eyes.

However, Shen Haoran particularly agreed with the old Taoist priest's words, which is "If you don't do anything wrong, you don't have to worry about ghosts knocking on your door."

Shen Haoran thought to himself that he had been a helpful and sunny young man since he was a child. If there really were ghosts in the world, the first people they would target would be those who had done all kinds of bad things, not a kind-hearted young man like himself.

"I am a good person, upright and righteous." Muttering to himself, Shen Haoran covered his head with the quilt on the bed and prepared to go back to sleep. After all, he had early classes tomorrow.

As the male protagonist calmed down, the audience also calmed down.

【Phew, thankfully it was just a dream.】

[According to what the male protagonist said, these are all random things he made up in his mind, so don't take them seriously. Let's just break up.]

Yan Tianren: [Well, when you guys screamed just now, I didn’t scream along with you.]

[That's right, I didn't scream either, but this part was quite exciting. If the rest of the story can maintain this level, it will be pretty good.]

Other Star spectators: ...What do you call this? It's a case of trying to cover up one's own faults. Actually, they wouldn't have expected Yan Tianxing's family members to come forward if they hadn't.

Forget it, seeing how Yan Tianxing’s family members are trying so hard to save face, they might as well pretend that they know nothing.

However, sensitive audiences who had previously felt that Director Huan's film might have some traps now had an even stronger ominous premonition.

If there were a few more shots like the one just now, they might really not be able to hold on.

During the morning class the next day, Shen Haoran was yawning and taking notes in class.

There are only a few people in the class. Folk culture is not a major that is easy to find a job in. In addition, it comes with its own debuffs, so students who are timid and lack courage really can't stick to it.

When the classroom bell rang, the professor on the podium put down his book but did not leave immediately. Instead, he looked at the less than seven students below.

He said earnestly, "Field research is also the most important part of folklore research. I have just applied for some teaching funds from the college, and I would like to organize a field research during the summer vacation."

"The village we chose is quite unique. It's a secluded traditional village that is rare these days."

"When people gather together, they form a family. When families gather together, they form a village. A village is the most basic unit of settlement. In such isolated villages, it is easier to preserve some traditional folk culture."

After a pause, the middle-aged professor added, "You should be able to find some rumors online later. But as the saying goes, rumors stop with the wise. Don't spread misinformation. As young people growing up in this new era, you must believe in science."

Speaking of rumors, people began to think divergently.

Some time ago, a famous "ghost carrying a person" incident was circulated in a certain place: According to the recollections of the old people in that village, on the day of the incident, they suddenly found two children passing by the door very quickly. What surprised the old people was that the two children almost did not touch the ground. They even shouted at the time, but the two children did not respond at all.

The old man thought he was just dazzled, until the village fortune teller heard it and immediately concluded that he was dragged by a ghost and thrown into the well!

When the villagers arrived, the bodies of the two children were at the bottom of the dry well, as if they had been dead for many days.

In addition, there are rumors such as "possession by a great immortal" and "ghost soldiers borrowing the road". I just don't know what kind of ghost stories and rumors there are in the place they are going to investigate this time.

The professor coughed lightly, interrupting the students' discussion. "Okay, any interested students who have time during the next holiday can come and sign up with me."

There were less than ten students in the small classroom. They looked at each other and felt that... none of them really wanted to go.

"Professor, I've already found an internship for the holidays and plan to work and study. I've already signed a contract with the company, so I really can't go."

"Professor, I've already booked my ticket home. You know my family is from another place, and where we live, the custom is reunion. I only have one holiday a year to go home and reunite with my parents."

"Professor, my grandparents are old, and I want to spend some quality time with them in their final days."

"Professor, I..."

Soon several people raised their hands, but the professor waved his hand and did not make things difficult for these students.

The students ran out of the classroom feeling relieved.

The male protagonist didn't sleep well last night, so his reaction was a little slow. When he digested the professor's previous words in his mind and looked up, there were only four people left in the classroom. The other three students who were slow to react also looked confused.

The middle-aged professor looked eagerly at the four remaining students and said with relief, "I thought there might be none left, but there are still four. That's great, that's great. Go back and prepare. We'll leave after the finals are over in a few days. Actually, according to the plan, the trip will only take a week. We'll try not to interfere with your other holiday plans, okay?"

The professor finally spoke in a negotiating tone, with a hint of expectation in his eyes behind his glasses.

Four people: ...Looking at the professor's face full of relief, emotion and hope, we couldn't bring ourselves to say no.

Of course, what made them most unable to refuse was the professor's next words: "Students who go will get extra credits at the end of the semester, and the field trip will be considered as social practice, with a two-credit bonus."

[Woohoo, the college students were really sympathetic.]

[Not to mention a week, I'll go even if it takes a month!]

The remaining students in the classroom were also in a dilemma: "How about going there?"

Didn’t the professor say it was only a week? They didn’t have anything to do during the holidays anyway.

If it really doesn't work, just treat it as a public-funded trip. Even though we're not visiting any famous scenic spots, thinking this way will make me feel a little better.

Along the way, we took a train, then a car, then a tricycle, and finally to the foot of the mountain. We even had to cross a dense forest under the guidance of a local before we arrived at Wujia Village deep in the mountains.

According to the locals, there are only a few dozen people in Wujia Village, and Wu is basically the only surname in the entire village. It is a rare village in the surrounding area that is linked by blood ties.

"Villages like this are united, and when problems arise, the whole village comes together. However, these villages are also more xenophobic."

"Except for essential shopping and meals, they rarely leave the mountain, and even less so, have contact with the outside world. You want to take the students to their village for an investigation, right? Why not come to ours?"

The professor smiled and did not hide it from the guide. In recent years, with the increased contact with the outside world, some traditional buildings and customs have been subtly changed. He also knew that Wujia Village might not accept them, but he still wanted to take the students in to take a look. If that didn't work, he would just follow the guide to their village.

The guide was obviously a talkative person. The mountain road was boring, so he started chatting with the professor and the other two. "You look like a scholar, and these young people are all talented. Talented people are great, they will have great futures."

"By the way, the Wujia Village you're going to was also very prosperous in its day. It's said that the person who truly emerged from the mountains that time was the village chief's youngest son, who was admitted to a very good university."

“Who would have thought that the golden phoenix that flew out of the mountain nest would never want to return to its small, broken nest after encountering the wider world?”

"A few years ago, I could still hear news about him, but these days, I don't know where he made his fortune."

The professor and the guide were chatting with notebooks in their hands, writing something down from time to time, while the four students followed behind them, climbing the mountain with a look of despair.

A girl with short hair leaned over to the boy who was carrying a lot of things for him and muttered quietly, "I'm so tired. We've been walking for half a day. When will we get there?"

The two of them were very close to each other and behaved intimately, obviously a couple.

The boy's face was also tired at this moment, but when he heard his girlfriend's soft complaints, Lu Kai still comforted her: "Didn't the guide just say that we should be there soon?"

Tong Jiajia raised her hand and pounded her sore thigh, somewhat dissatisfied with her boyfriend's answer: "He said it would be soon half an hour ago, and he said it would be soon an hour ago. Now we are in the middle of nowhere." Tong Jiajia suddenly shuddered at the thought. Could it be that the professor had found a fake guide and was going to take them to some mountain valley to sell them?

Tong Jiajia and Lu Kai were whispering to each other in the back, while Shen Haoran was listening to the professor and the guide's conversation with great interest. A fourth student, standing next to Shen Haoran, had a shaved head and was stocky and broad-shouldered. He didn't look like someone who studied folklore. Someone who didn't know him might have mistaken him for a sports student. He listened to the guide's words and said indignantly:

"What kind of person is this? Not only will he not give back to his hometown after he becomes successful, but he should at least be filial to his parents. This kind of person has no future even if he leaves the mountains."

As soon as he opened his mouth, you could tell that he was an honest boy, Wan Chuhang.

Fortunately, the guide did not lie this time. After a rest, everyone set out on the journey again. After about 40 minutes, the breathless group finally arrived at the Wujia Village mentioned by the professor.

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