A girl with a high ponytail turned her head, her eye sockets were full of black, and no white of her eyes could be seen. She smiled at her and said, "Ms. Jiang, we are from the "Ghost Neighbors" program team. We are now on our way to New World Apartments. Your imaginary husband is already waiting in the apartment."

Jiang Ji was stunned for a moment before realizing that she was talking about Chu Xiuning.

Didn’t she and Chu Xiuning set out together?

Jiang Ji looked around inconspicuously. There were not many staff members in the car, only about ten people, and they should be divided into two groups for recording.

There were more than one camera mounted nearby, with the black lenses pointed at her. There were also fixed cameras in the car, as if they wanted to record every angle of her death.

Jiang Ji changed his posture uncomfortably and looked at the girl with a high ponytail shyly: "Is this already being broadcast live?"

"We are now collecting behind-the-scenes footage for post-production. The live broadcast will begin after we enter the New World Apartment." The girl with a high ponytail sounded enthusiastic, but her pale face revealed an incongruous gloom.

Jiang Ji saw her position and name written on her name tag.

Assistant director, Han Wenwen.

"After entering the apartment, in order to better fit in the imaginary couple, the production team will hide and try to reduce their presence, but we are everywhere, so please don't do anything that ruins the character~"

Han Wenwen's smile deepened, and Jiang Ji saw his own figure in her dark pupils. Her soft long hair was styled into a princess cut, and she was wearing a comfortable cotton and linen dress. She looked pure and easy to bully.

The show also changed her into a white floral outfit. She was clearly wearing pants that were convenient for movement before she came in. The cursed object she had on her body was gone, replaced by a white suitcase next to her.

Okay, a skirt is a skirt.

Jiang Ji accepted the outfit calmly.

But she soon thought of another question, "What if I need to contact the production team to determine the rules or communicate the script?"

She had agreed on several terms with Director Octopus.

These conditions were clearly written into the contract, and Han Wenwen had no intention of making a fuss about it. She readily took out a wind chime made of human finger bones from her pocket and handed it to her, which jingled as the bones colliding against each other.

"Ring this bell and we'll insert ads into the live stream."

Good guy, good guy.

Jiang Ji was speechless. It was such an outrageous yet reasonable design.

The bus stopped at the intersection, with vehicles all around it.

There was a No. 29 bus waiting for the traffic light side by side with the big coach. The face of the ghost in the car was pressed against the glass and was already squeezed and deformed. It was still trying hard to move forward, and its bulging eyes were staring straight at her.

There was a garbage truck parked opposite. In the mountain of garbage were all kinds of hair, skin, and many bones that had not been shaved clean. There were some flies with human heads lying on them, and maggots with babies' heads were crawling in and out, giggling.

The sprinkler truck sprayed out layers of blood mist, making the ground wet, and the plants in the green belt grew more lush under the blood.

A group of deformed, ugly creatures holding red umbrellas were crossing the road.

The gray mist visible in the air makes the whole city look like a foggy city in the 19th century, both advanced and backward.

In the hazy fog, Jiang Ji saw a statue of Guanyin.

Holy, magnificent, white jade color.

This statue of Guanyin holds a pure bottle with a willow branch in its left hand, and a wishing stone in the palm of its right hand, which is shaped like an eye. Densely packed black arms grow out from its back, and there is an evil and dirty eye in the palm of each hand, as if it is carrying a beehive full of pollution on its back.

The Guanyin statue is made entirely of flawless white jade, and its black, hairy arms are dark and lifeless, as if two objects were forced together.

The statue of Guanyin is surrounded by many strange and bizarre things, and the air is filled with smoke. Its majestic body is obscured by high-rise buildings, and half of its face is smiling as it looks down at the bustling street below.

Jiang Ji was sitting in the back seat of the bus, and when he looked at the Guanyin statue, he felt a strange sense of being watched everywhere, and a chill grew in his heart.

She let out a breath and silently looked down at the character card in her hand. This was the card Han Wenwen had just handed to her. It was the character she could not let go of.

The above content surprised Jiang Ji a little.

[The innocent and delicate wife, after being harassed by her boss and framed by her colleagues, resigned with the support of her husband. Having seen the cruelty of the world, she still maintained her innocence and kindness in her heart. She was unemployed at home and decided to take good care of her husband as a housewife.

You and your husband have been in love since high school and have always had a good relationship. After marriage, in order to have your own house as soon as possible, you agreed to the program crew's request to move into New World Apartments. You are looking forward to living together with your husband and starting a happy new life here. 】

A gentle and kind little white flower?

He doesn't even have a name, he's just a tool.

I don’t know what Chu Xiuning’s character is.

But according to the convention of horror films, this naive wife who seems like a child and never grows up will complete a series of suicidal behaviors here, and finally succeed in killing herself and her beloved husband.

Jiang Ji raised his head in pretended surprise, and caught a glimpse of malice that had not yet dissipated in Han Wenwen's black pupils.

She pursed her lips and smiled, folded the character card and put it away, and said softly: "I see, I'm really looking forward to meeting my husband."

The bus gradually approached the coffin-like high-rise building in the surging traffic. An arc-shaped sign of New World Apartments hung on the door.

Jiang Ji looked through the front car window and saw a familiar figure waiting alone in the empty lobby of New World Apartments.

Chu Xiuning didn't wear his unchanging white coat today. He looked tall and stylish in a windbreaker and held a black umbrella in his hand.

There was an unchanging smile on his lips, and he looked gentle and expectant.

The bus stopped directly in front of the apartment.

The pale faces of the staff on the bus all looked at her, but Jiang Ji did not stand up. She whispered softly: "I'm sorry, I suddenly feel a little nervous. Is there anything I can cover myself with?"

Han Wenwen's eyes flashed with resentment, and she reluctantly handed her a pure black umbrella with the word "Xincun" printed on it.

"Wife, please hold your umbrella."

From now on, she will lose her real name and become a "wife"