Chapter 149 Children's Giggling Voice (29)
After learning that Yan Shixun and others were completely unaware of the existence of the live broadcast, the people in the special department broke out in a cold sweat.
Fortunately, thanks to the reminder from the Jing family's secretary, they discovered the source of the live broadcast in time, and asked Jing Xiaobao to take out all the camera equipment from the ghost room and quickly shut down the live broadcast.
Jing Xiaobao stood on tiptoe with a curious look on his face, wanting to see what the black thing in the staff's hand was, but the staff were all scared and were just glad that public opinion was turned around in time and nothing too shocking happened in front of the camera.
When they looked down and saw Jing Xiaobao, they wanted to give him a lesson and tell him not to make trouble next time, but the rescue team next to them pulled their sleeves in time.
Only then did they suddenly remember that although Jing Xiaobao looked cute now, he was actually a real evil ghost!
The kind that even Taoist Master Song Yi was helpless against.
Jing Xiaobao blinked his big eyes, smiled softly at the staff, and was about to laugh out loud.
The staff member felt that his whole body was stiff and a chill ran up his back.
He suddenly regretted why he came here and felt that he might die here.
As a result, the child who was laughing creepily was hit on the head by a slender hand.
“So funny.”
Jing Xiaobao's little head was pressed down. He sniffed, but dared not say anything.
When the staff member nearby looked up, they saw the owner of the hand - Yan Shixun, who was casually ruffling Jing Xiaobao's hair, as if he was casually ruffling a rabbit.
The staff member, who had only heard of Yan Shixun's name but had never seen him in person, took a breath and was terrified, wanting this bold guy to leave quickly.
This is a fierce ghost!
The staff was so frightened that their bodies were frozen, but they were still shouting in their hearts: Where did this ignorant little Taoist come from? Even Taoist Master Song was defeated, so please don’t try to show off! ! Hurry up, or you will be in danger if the evil spirit gets angry!
His eyes were wide open, and he was ready to force his stiff limbs to rush forward to rescue this "little Taoist priest" who was unaware of the danger at any time.
Unexpectedly, Jing Xiaobao lowered his head and whimpered twice, his face turned red from holding it in, and he did not attack Yan Shixun as the staff had imagined.
Instead, he remained silent for a long while before cautiously trying to laugh again.
"whee……"
“Bang!”
Another palm hit Jing Xiaobao on the head, neither lightly nor heavily.
Yan Shixun lowered his eyes and frowned at Jing Xiaobao: "Smile like a normal person, or I'll send you away."
Jing Xiaobao was about to cry: "I am a fierce ghost, a very powerful one, please don't hit me on the head."
"Besides, how can I be like a normal person? I'm not even a human being."
Jing Xiaobao stared at him with bloodshot eyes in grievance and said, "Why don't you teach me?"
The evil ghost became as obedient as a rabbit under Yan Shixun's control.
With those red eyes, it's even more like it.
The female staff member who had been watching silently nearby felt her heart melted by her cuteness.
——Although she knew it was a ghost, it looked so cute! The cub was so soft and cute!
Yan Shixun, who was asked to teach, stiffened for a moment, which was unusual, and felt a little embarrassed.
Jing Xiaobao tilted his head, looked up at Yan Shixun curiously, and waited obediently.
Under such a gaze, Yan Shixun pursed his lips and forced himself to grin: "Haha."
Jing Xiaobao: "..."
The people who were eavesdropping nearby: “…”
Yan Shixun: "...How do I know how a child should laugh?"
He thought about it, then picked up Jing Xiaobao and stuffed him into the arms of Zhang Wubing next to him.
"This idiot has the IQ of a three-year-old. He should be able to teach you."
Yan Shixun patted Jing Xiaobao's head lightly, then turned around and left quickly.
Zhang Wubing and Jing Xiaobao were left staring at each other in dismay.
Zhang Wubing felt an indescribable feeling of suffocation. He had witnessed the power of this evil spirit with his own eyes.
And unlike others who were deceived by Jing Xiaobao's cute appearance, he knew very well that the reason why this evil ghost was so well behaved now was all because of his brother Yan.
If it weren't for his brother Yan to keep him in check, let alone him, the people in the entire concession would not be enough to fill the teeth of this evil ghost.
Zhang Wubing held the soft thing in his arms and felt like he was holding a bomb. What's more, it was handed to him by his brother Yan himself, so he didn't dare to throw it away.
This made Zhang Wubing feel bitter.
Besides...he refuses to have a second child!!!
It was enough for his brother Yan to have only one good son. He was a ghost-attractor, so what was the big deal if he had a second child of a fierce ghost? Was he waiting to be eaten alive by the fierce ghost?
Zhang Wubing forced a smile with difficulty, trying to get closer to Jing Xiaobao: "Well, I'm a fool... No, no, no, I'm Zhang Wubing, it's you..."
Before he could even utter the word "brother", Jing Xiaobao suddenly clapped his hands happily.
"You seem to smell very nice and delicious."
Zhang Wubing: “!!!”
He took a breath and his scalp tingled.
“Yan! Brother! Ah——!!!”
The staff who were watching the whole scene nearby were dumbfounded.
The rescue team came quickly and dragged away this man who had been staying in the office all year round and never went out on field work. They also kindly explained to him about Yan Shixun's achievements.
"If it weren't for Mr. Yan, I'm afraid the whole army would be wiped out again this time."
The team members sighed and said, "Just now, other Taoist priests from Haiyun Temple came, and other masters from other departments have come to see us. They all said that it was fortunate that the evil spirit in Jing Mansion was suppressed in time, otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous."
Binhai City is densely populated and is most prosperous along the river.
The concession area is right next to the river, and the neon lights and laughter are everywhere.
The evil ghost's eerie ghost aura turned into thick fog, covering the entire concession area and turning it into a world controlled by it.
Although its attention was on Chi Yan at the beginning, the thick fog was only limited to the other side of the cross-river bridge.
However, once it kills Chi Yan and becomes extremely ferocious and takes its anger out on other living beings, the thick fog will immediately spread across the bridge and towards the prosperous urban area on this side of the bridge.
It was the evening rush hour, and it was roughly estimated that there were more than 100,000 people stranded on the riverside.
If these hundreds of thousands of people were affected, or corrupted by the ghost energy, or even worse, killed by the evil ghost...
The master who came hurriedly after the fog dissipated was so frightened by the result after he had told the divination that he cried out for help.
The master repeatedly said that it was a blessing that the evil spirit did not escape, otherwise, half of Binhai City would be seriously affected, and public opinion would be caught in an irreversible situation.
The Taoist priests from Haiyun Temple who had rushed over because Taoist Song Yi was unconscious, also looked serious and their brows were furrowed so tightly that they could kill a mosquito after seeing the situation in the concession area.
"This has gone beyond the realm of evil spirits."
Taoist priest Gao Gong shook his head repeatedly: "This has already involved the great way of heaven and earth. The evil spirits are deep in the bones. The best face to suppress evil and exorcise ghosts has fallen into evil. Then it will become an existence that no one can resist."
The younger Taoist priest said bitterly, "That Chi Yan is really picky. Does she know that she almost caused a massacre of evil spirits?"
If that were the case, half of Binhai City would become a paradise for evil spirits and a hell on earth.
And above death and blood, new ghosts and gods will ascend to the throne.
The Taoist master Gao Gong caught a glimpse of the great Dao, and was even more frightened.
"Fortunately, fortunately Junior Brother Yan was here at that time." Taoist Master Gao Gong murmured.
Because Yan Shixun saved the situation several times before it deteriorated drastically, thus preventing disasters that would have threatened tens of thousands of people, the Taoist priests of Haiyun Temple also noticed him. They heard about Yan Shixun's background from other Taoist priests and recognized and praised him even more.
For a moment, everyone tacitly accepted that Yan Shixun was a member of Haiyun Temple, and it was natural for them to call him junior brother or uncle.
However, since the Jing Mansion and the concession area have been handed over to the special incident handling department, and other masters who have been cooperating with the special department for many years have arrived one after another to deal with the ghost energy remaining in the concession area, Yan Shixun thinks that his work is finished and prepares to leave with Jing Xiaobao.
But Old Master Jing, who had been asked to return to the car to be examined by his personal doctor, asked his secretary to stop Yan Shixun.
Ever since he was seriously injured abroad more than ten years ago and had a near-death experience, Old Man Jing has not been in good health.
If Jing Xiaobao had not appeared in Old Master Jing's dream and passed on some luck to him, Old Master Jing would probably have died in the sanatorium by now.
But even so, the long journey and the ups and downs of mood still made Old Master Jing physically exhausted.
Even though he was reluctant to leave his brother whom he had just met, he had to go to the car to rest and calm down. Now he has barely regained his normal mobility.
"Mr. Yan, how are you going to deal with my brother's matter?"
Old Master Jing smiled and asked Yan Shixun to sit down and asked him some questions.
But underneath Old Master Jing's smile, he was hiding his trepidation: "Are you... sending my brother away?"
He knew the style of these masters, and they always drove away ghosts with an iron fist, some even destroying their souls.
At the same time, he was also very clear that his brother was the most vicious among the evil spirits, and there was no reason for the masters to let him go.
In the past, Old Master Jing always thought it was normal to be cruel to the enemies, and he did not think there was anything wrong with the actions of these masters.
However, when the evil ghost to be driven away turned out to be his own relative, Old Master Jing could not bear it.
Reason told him that evil spirits would harm living people.
But his emotions rebuked him even more - this was his brother! He was the brother who died because he gave him the hope of life! He would not allow his brother to die like this.
The collision of the two thoughts made Old Master Jing frown and look at Yan Shixun with a look of oppression that was intimidating without even being angry.
He didn't know what to do, so... he wanted Mr. Yan, who was praised by everyone, to help him come up with a solution.
But he was also a little scared.
What if, what if this Mr. Yan would be as ruthless to evil spirits as other masters?
Yan Shixun saw the anxiety in Old Master Jing's heart.
He said calmly: "Don't worry, Jing Xiaobao is possessed by an evil spirit. It's impossible to exorcise the evil spirit even if you want to."
"There is no place for evil spirits to enter the bones in Fengdu Underworld. They cannot be reincarnated, but they cannot wander around and endanger the lives of living people. So."
Yan Shixun paused, glanced at Jing Xiaobao who was looking up at him with tears in his eyes, and then continued: "It will stay with me for the time being."
"I'll send it away after I find a way to send it away."
Yan Shixun added: "Don't worry, it won't cause any damage to its soul. I will find the most suitable method."
"I promise you."
Old Master Jing thought about the way Yan Shixun saw his mother off before, and realized that this man probably had a bad temper, and his style of doing things was different from that of other masters.
Only after getting Yan Shixun's promise did he feel relieved.
"Brother, you have been living with Mr. Yan for some time."
Old Master Jing smiled, bent down, and said to Jing Xiaobao in a friendly manner: "I will come to see you often."
An octogenarian calls a three-year-old boy "brother".
On one side is an old man with gray hair, and on the other side is a childish face.
Old Master Jing felt sad.
Life and death have separated their time forever.
His brother never had the chance to grow up.
Jing Xiaobao pursed his lips and nodded. Even though he was a little afraid of Yan Shixun now, he also knew that this was the best arrangement.
After all, Old Master Jing is just an ordinary person, and he is old and frail, and his health is not good. He is not like Yan Shixun, who has the same appearance of evil spirits as Jing Xiaobao and is not afraid of the erosion of ghost energy.
Therefore, no matter how reluctant he was, Old Master Jing could not stay with Jing Xiaobao for a long time.
Otherwise, the invasion of evil spirits, even a cold or a flu, would be life-threatening for Old Master Jing.
After asking Yan Shixun many questions about Jing Xiaobao, and knowing that Jing Xiaobao was now suppressed by Yan Shixun and could stay in the human world for a while longer, Old Master Jing finally felt relieved.
He asked Yan Shixun for his address and explained that he would visit him from time to time as long as his health allowed.
Yan Shixun nodded slightly, indicating his agreement.
Then he looked at Old Master Jing who looked listless, frowned, and asked the Jing family secretary next to him if there was any paper or pen.
Although the secretary was full of questions, out of professional ethics, he immediately took out a pen and paper from his briefcase.
Considering Yan Shixun's identity, the secretary suddenly thought, could it be that Yan Shixun was going to draw talismans on the spot?
He paused as he handed over the paper and pen, and asked tentatively, "Mr. Yan, I'll go buy some yellow talisman cinnabar right away, is that okay with you?"
Unexpectedly, Yan Shixun did not deny the implied meaning of his words, but did not agree with it either.
"unnecessary."
Seeing that the secretary did not move, Yan Shixun reached out and took the paper and pen, casually spread the paper on the hood of the car next to him, then lowered his eyes to look at the ordinary manuscript paper, and then pressed the pen.
He wrote so casually that it looked like he was just scribbling, but the marker pen immediately drew the talisman on the manuscript paper in one go.
The secretary was stunned and didn't react for a moment what was happening.
Because of the theft of Jing Xiaobao's body, the secretary in charge of the investigation had many dealings with those masters and naturally saw the process of them drawing talismans.
But without exception, they all needed to bathe, burn incense, and recite the mantra for purifying the heart, mouth, and body three times before they could draw the talisman with full piety.
Some masters with high standards do not even allow people to observe on site, believing that this will affect their state of unity between man and nature and affect the effectiveness of the talisman.
Those masters who are admired by the powerful and wealthy all use the finest cinnabar and yellow talismans.
Some of the materials even require the dew at three o'clock in the morning on Wudang Mountain, the cinnabar produced at five o'clock in the evening on Longhu Mountain, etc., which are priceless.
But Yan Shixun used the most ordinary notebook paper and a pen to draw talismans in a place where people were coming and going and even where there were evil spirits.
And it looks so easy.
There was no sign of exhaustion at all like those masters who had just finished drawing the talismans.
The secretary was surprised and couldn't help but worry secretly, will this talisman really work?
Yan Shixun noticed the gazes falling on him. He glanced at them calmly and said lazily, "If you don't know how to draw talismans, you will make the ghosts and gods laugh. If you know how to draw talismans, you will scare the ghosts and gods."①
"The so-called spell is nothing more than a means for the living to communicate with ghosts and ancestors."
Because Old Master Jing also cast a curious look over here, wanting to know what Yan Shixun was doing, Yan Shixun took the rare opportunity to speak and gave a brief explanation.
"Whether it's the yellow talisman, cinnabar, or those expensive materials, they are all to increase the probability that ghosts and gods can receive the messages sent by living people, just like you are trying to increase the speed of the Internet so that the other party can receive the message. If the network is not good, the other party may only receive incomplete messages, or even no messages at all."
"But as long as you are sure that you can communicate with ghosts and gods, then these external means will be useless."
Yan Shixun shrugged and said nonchalantly: "I am an evil spirit incarnated into a human body, so of course I can communicate with ghosts and gods. These rituals are unnecessary."
The Jing family members and secretaries standing by did not expect it to be like this.
They stared at Yan Shixun in amazement, and for a moment, they had a new understanding of this master who became an internet celebrity.
They originally thought that Yan Shixun just had a little bit of talent and became famous by luck due to the popularity of the show. That's why those fans and viewers who didn't know much about metaphysics would crazily praise Yan Shixun for being so great, but in fact he was just so-so.
But now that they had experienced what happened at the Jing Mansion, and had seen with their own eyes how Yan Shixun drew the talisman in one go, with a more majestic aura than those of the famous masters who were admired by others, they realized that—
Yan Shixun is probably even better than those masters.
After briefly explaining to the secretary, Yan Shixun returned the pen to the secretary and handed the sheets of note paper with talismans drawn on them to Old Master Jing.
Old Master Jing was surprised: "For me?"
"Although Jing Xiaobao didn't mean to harm you, you have been in this world of ghost energy for so long, and you were in close contact with Mr. Lin Ting and Jing Xiaobao, which has damaged your Yang energy to some extent."
Yan Shixun explained: "You feel uncomfortable now because your Yang Qi is lost and your body's resistance is decreasing."
"These are the Calming Spirit Talisman, the Golden Light Talisman, the Protective Amulet, and the Exorcist Talisman. Go back and fold them up, put them in your purse, and carry them with you. This will help you eliminate the evil spirits in your body, restore your Yang energy, and also help you avoid some minor disasters."
Yan Shixun paused, looking at the dark aura on Old Master Jing's forehead, and then continued, "For example, accidentally falling down at the door of the house, which resulted in a rapid decline in body functions and complications."
The secretary next to him was shocked and looked at Yan Shixun with a horrified look.
——From what Mr. Yan said, he had already calculated that Old Master Jing would experience this kind of thing in the future, so he prepared extra talismans in advance to help Old Master Jing avoid this kind of accident.
After all, for someone of Grandpa Jing's age, the consequences of a fall are horrible, and it is very likely that...
die.
After all, Old Master Jing was the only child of the legendary diplomat Jing Yin, and he himself had devoted his entire life to the diplomatic world and had already established a strong prestige internationally.
It can be said that as long as Old Man Jing is alive, he is a symbol that makes many people either fear his methods or be grateful for his kindness, so they will not act rashly and everything will remain peaceful.
But if something happened to Old Master Jing…it would be a major earthquake.
Thinking of this, the secretary looked at Yan Shixun with even more eagerness and gratitude.
Old Master Jing also took these "simple" talismans with a smile and put them in his arms with great care.
"Thanks."
Old Master Jing nodded to Yan Shixun and said, "Mr. Yan, I will visit you next time."
Because of Old Master Jing's attitude, the people around him looked at Yan Shixun with awe.
Many people from Binhai City who rushed over were secretly thinking in their hearts that Yan Shixun was a person who must not be provoked.
Not only was he quite accomplished in exorcising evil spirits and catching ghosts, which won him recognition from the Taoist priests of Haiyun Temple, but he also gained the gratitude and respect of high-ranking people like Yang Binsheng and the Jing family. Yan Shixun's weight was even greater than that of many families that had been operating for many years.
Even the Zhang family next door, where Zhang Wubing came from, cannot compare to the right of speech of Yan Shixun alone.
What's more, the Zhang family is also on good terms with Yan Shixun. Zhang's father and mother are close to Yan Shixun not out of self-interest, but because they treat him like their own son.
Not only the Zhang family, but also the Song family where Song Ci came from, and Director Li Xuetang who is present now...
For their own reasons, these people stood beside Yan Shixun with gratitude, ready to offer their help at any time.
Yan Shixun...
One person is heavier than a mountain.
Some people in Binhai City who had figured it out took a deep breath, and the way they looked at Yan Shixun was different from the previous moment.
But Yan Shixun remained calm when the gazes fell on him.
It seemed that whether it was disgust or respect, it was like air to him.
He raised his hand and beckoned to Jing Xiaobao, his eyebrows and eyes indifferent: "Let's go, I'll take you home."
Unexpectedly, just as Jing Xiaobao ran over and reached out to hold Yan Shixun's hand, someone else took the lead and held Yan Shixun's hand.
Needless to say, Yan Shixun knew without even looking that the slightly cool touch must be Yeli.
It might be because Ye Li had been around him all the time, and because Ye Li did not attack him when he was weak when he suppressed the violent Jing Xiaobao. So Yan Shixun let down his guard against Ye Li a lot and even began to get used to his aura.
He had even become accustomed to Ye Li's approach. Just by the touch under his palm, he subconsciously knew that this was Ye Li.
"What are you doing?" Yan Shixun raised his eyebrows and slowly looked forward.
It was indeed Ye Li, looking at him with a smile.
"You said to go home, so I came."
Ye Li let Yan Shixun look at him, holding his hand tightly, not ready to let go.
And his posture was very natural, as if doing so was the most normal thing.
Ye Li's men exerted a little force, causing Yan Shixun, who was not on guard against him, to stagger two steps towards him, closing the distance between them.
He lowered his head, looked directly into Yan Shixun's eyes, and asked in a soft voice as if he was full of grievance: "Don't you plan to take me home, my husband?"
"Didn't my husband just say that he would be responsible for me? In the blink of an eye, you forgot what you said and want to betray me and abandon me?"
Ye Li's eyebrows and eyes are sharp and cold. When he doesn't smile, he looks like a statue standing high on the temple platform, without any human warmth.
However, when he smiled in front of Yan Shixun, the deep sea broke the ice and the towering snow-capped mountains collapsed.
Spring water flows into the world.
The god walked down the hall.
There was only one person's figure reflected in his eyes, nothing else.
It seemed as if nothing in the world was as important as his beloved ghost exorcist.
Although Yan Shixun was not quite sure what Ye Li's look meant, he instinctively felt that something was wrong, as if he had seen it in the eyes of a couple who loved each other so much that they were madly in love and were willing to die for each other when he was walking the streets and interacting with all kinds of people.
But there are many differences.
Deeper, more restrained and repressed, but also more dangerous and heavy.
For a moment, he didn't know how to respond to this look, so he could only subconsciously turn his head away and avoid it in embarrassment.
Yan Shixun faked a cough, letting his heart, which had been beating wildly to show its presence, finally return to normal. Then he asked, "Have you not gotten over the role-playing yet? Are you addicted to playing Jing Shi Wanxiu?"
"Look carefully, you are not Jing Wanxiu, and I am not Jing Yin."
Yan Shixun said solemnly: "I am not your husband... It's strange for you to call me like that."
Ye Li looked at Yan Shixun steadily, then he softened his brows, smiled and replied softly: "Yeah."
"You are not Jing Yin, and I am not Jing Wanxiu. Therefore, you will not lose me, and I will not fail to protect this family. Our story will not be interfered by anyone, and it will not end in tragedy."
"If you want to be a human, I will be with you. If you want to be a ghost, I will accompany you all the way and will never leave you in the other world."
"...We will not have the same ending as the Jing couple."
Yan Shixun's cheeks felt slightly hot under Ye Li's overly focused gaze, and he didn't understand what was wrong with him.
Maybe it was because Ye Li was too close to him, or maybe it was because Ye Li's gaze was too aggressive.
He nodded, then raised his other hand and placed it on Ye Li's chest, pushing Ye Li away.
"Just so you know."
"However, if you are not satisfied with acting, you can also talk to Director Li Xuetang and see if he can help you find a role in the movie so that you can satisfy your desire."
Yan Shixun said this, both to avoid Ye Li's gaze and to prove that what he said was true, and turned to look to the side.
On the other side, Zhang Wubing was standing next to Director Li Xuetang with stars in his eyes, spinning around, as happy as a three-year-old fool.
He is undoubtedly a little fan.
At this time, Zhang Wubing, who had successfully pursued his idol, no longer cared about what image he had in the eyes of others.
He just kept saying "hmmmm!" frantically, focusing on what Li Xuetang said, and then took out a small notebook to write it down.
This is the shooting technique his idol taught him!
Zhang Wubing held his little notebook happily, his eyes sparkling as he looked at Li Xuetang.
Even the usually serious Li Xuetang laughed.
"Given Xiaobing's admiration for Li Xuetang, even though this visit was ruined by Jing Xiaobao and a good star-chasing trip turned into a thousand-point escape, Xiaobing will not give up chasing Li Xuetang."
Yan Shixun said: "He will definitely find another opportunity to chase stars under the pretext of visiting the set, and public opinion also requires both the crew and the program team to make a public statement."
"Judging from Li Xuetang's attitude towards minor illnesses, it will be easy for you to get a small role."
Yan Shixun thought he was being considerate in a rare way.
Unexpectedly, Ye Li refused without even thinking about it.
“I don’t want to be in someone else’s script.”
"Shi Xun, I just want to be closely related to your story and participate in the script of your life until the end of the script."
Ye Li's eyes dimmed, and the slightly cool breath from his words spread around Yan Shixun's neck.
"No, your script will never end."
"If anyone wants it to end..."
Ye Li said in a deep voice: "I will take the script back and rewrite it for you personally without any flaws."
"——Let the Avenue bear witness to my oath at this moment."
Yan Shixun stared blankly at Yeli which was so close.
From this distance, he could clearly see Ye Li's thin lips opening and closing, his bloodless pale skin, and the sharp lines of his cheeks.
And Ye Li's extremely serious tone was also telling Yan Shixun that he was not joking.
After standing there for several minutes, Yan Shixun came to his senses and pushed Ye Li away a little.
"Okay, I get it. You don't want to act."
Ye Li raised his eyebrows, looked at Yan Shixun, and wanted to say something, but swallowed it back.
Don't push too hard.
Otherwise, his cautious and perceptive exorcist would run away from his arms.
Ye Li did not explain any further and simply let Yan Shixun guess his thoughts, thinking that he was still playing the role of Jing Wanxiu.
That's not bad.
After all, this way... they are husband and wife.
A smile appeared in Ye Li's eyes, and he took a step forward and followed Yan Shixun's pace as he left.
"Since you don't want me to call you 'husband', then you have to call me something else. What should I call you? If husband is not okay, then beloved wife? My love? My dear?"
Yan Shixun felt like he was electrocuted. When Ye Li said a name, his whole body went numb and he wished he could turn around and cover Ye Li's mouth.
"Just call me by my name!"
Ye Li readily followed suit: "Okay, Shi Xun."
"??? What's your last name? Did you eat Yan?"
"Husband..."
"Forget it, let's just call it that..."
The little child, who was holding his paw and following the two people's long legs, had a hard time following: "…"
The look that Jing Xiaobao gave Ye Li could be described as horrifying.
Ye Li lowered his eyes slightly, with a smile still in his eyes, but when he looked at Jing Xiaobao, there was a cold warning in his eyes.
Jing Xiaobao trembled, shut up aggrievedly, and gave up saying anything to Yan Shixun.
QAQ Both of them are so scary.
…
The official person in charge was in a coma in the hospital for several days. Several masters helped him to dispel the thick evil spirit in his meridians, which finally made him wake up.
During this period, special departments continued to operate normally.
Other members of the crew were found in various corners of the concession area, all looking dazed and frightened.
As for the staff in the hotel, it seemed that since they were originally on the edge of the concession area and had not left the hotel, there was no big problem and they were rescued quickly.
But many people were still frightened and not in a good mood.
The special department and the crew invited psychologists to provide psychological counseling for everyone, and also asked cooperating masters to dispel evil spirits for them one by one.
Because the two things happen together, people who walk out of the clinic think that they feel refreshed because of the conversation.
They no longer suspected that it was a ghost or supernatural event. They just thought it was like the special department explained to them, that some criminals had drugged their water, making them confused and hallucinating. In addition, the work pressure was high and their nerves were tense, so they had hallucinations.
Although some people are wondering how this is the same as Approaching Science, and think it is a ghost story, it is actually science.
But after several efforts, and with Li Xuetang saying in person that the ghost stories were nonsense, people gradually began to believe it.
Public opinion on the Internet is also guided by dedicated people, and everything is proceeding in an orderly manner.
It’s not that no one has questioned the authenticity of the little ghost’s backlash, but Yan Shixun soon brought Jing Xiaobao to appear under a special live camera and introduced that he was just a little actor and that there was a real person.
With this confirmation, the theory of the ghost's revenge was refuted and no one mentioned the matter again.
On the contrary, when some people occasionally say it, they will be persuaded by others, who say that the child actor has personally come out to explain. If there really is a little ghost, how could he appear in front of the camera obediently, not only speaking clearly when introducing himself, but also looking so cute.
Therefore, Jing Xiaobao's cute appearance also confused people on the Internet, making them think that such a cute child must not be a ghost.
In this regard, everyone said they had complete faith in the script and praised the in-depth cooperation between the program team and the crew.
They said that this collaboration was really heartfelt and that they specially wrote such a wonderful and suspenseful script, which really scared them so much that their hair stood on end. They didn't dare to sleep or think about it for several nights in a row.
As a result, they are even more looking forward to Li Xuetang's new movie.
The insider watched the direction of public opinion on the screen and smiled without saying anything.
Conceal your achievements and fame.
Only the screenwriter of "Nocturne by the Sea" had to revise the script overnight because Li Xuetang told the general plot of the script to tens of millions of people without knowing about the live broadcast.
And while writing, he cursed Li Xuetang with gritted teeth, saying that the confidentiality work was shit!
Li Xuetang touched his nose, feeling a little guilty.
In the old town of Binhai City, Yan Shixun leaned back in a rattan chair, leisurely looking at the public opinion news on the tablet brought to him by the program crew, and smiled slightly.
The sunlight fell on his slightly drooped eyelashes, making his handsome face look so beautiful and relaxed.
When Ye Li turned around outside the window, he saw this scene.
Then a smile appeared in his eyes.
I want the world to stop at this moment.
But the next second, Jing Xiaobao's sharp cry and Zhang Wubing's shouting were heard from the yard.
"Jing Yin is my father!"
"Brother Yan is my father!"
Yan Shixun: “…”
Tsk.
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