Chapter 278 Jinjiang (2)
He said sorry but it was insincere and there was still a smile on his face.
He raised the folding fan in his hand and pointed at the sky and the ground from afar: "Since the ghosts are in charge here, isn't it that the ghost baby took the initiative to make wedding clothes for me?"
"If I don't try, how can I live up to the ghost baby's enthusiasm?"
Although Zhang Wubing was clearly smiling, all the rescue team members, including the official person in charge, felt a chill rising from the soles of their feet and spreading all the way up, almost freezing their bodies.
But the guests standing behind Yan Shixun and Zhang Wubing were all watching, even Song Ci, who usually had the worst temper, remained silent, and no one took the initiative to explain for the opposing teammates.
...I want to say that this young director who is so unlucky that he encounters ghosts every day is the King of Hell. Do you believe it?
Zhang Wubing smiled softly, his eyes sparkling, as if he was happy to finally have the chance to stretch his body after being suppressed for a long time and unable to move.
Ever since his death a hundred years ago, he has been avoiding the main road for too long, reincarnated too many times, and even almost forgot who he is.
And now, finally!
The great way is declining here, ghosts and monsters are in power, blocking the perception of heaven and earth.
Isn't this the best place for him to stretch his muscles?
For a moment, the King of Hell suddenly felt that the ghost baby was not so hateful.
He casually bent his neck left and right, and the joints made crisp "crackling" sounds.
This sound in the silence made everyone feel even more anxious.
The official in charge looked at Zhang Wubing in confusion, not understanding what was wrong with Director Zhang. Was he possessed by a ghost?
Yan Shixun glanced at the official's expression and knew what he was thinking.
He frowned slightly, but still said calmly: "Don't worry about him. The ghost that can possess the King of Hell has not yet been born."
Yama?
What does it mean, a nickname or some funny name?
It can’t be the real King of Hell!
The official person in charge felt dazed and his thoughts were in a mess.
He wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth he couldn't even form any words. He felt as if the world he was familiar with had been shattered.
Zhang Wubing smiled and looked up at Yan Shixun: "Then I'll go."
Yan Shixun nodded expressionlessly.
Then, under the gaze of everyone, Zhang Wubing walked slowly towards the depths of the deserted village with a faint and happy smile on his handsome face.
The folding fan struck out an ancient and mysterious rhythm in the palm of his hand. Each beat seemed to have its own origin. It was a pity that the inheritance was cut off in the world and the meaning was long forgotten.
The darkness quickly engulfed Zhang Wubing's figure.
The next moment, screams were heard from deep within the deserted village.
Then there were sounds of running and wood colliding... like a wooden puppet running away.
The rescue team members were all in disbelief.
Yan Shixun's eyes were dead.
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