Chapter 12: Wangxian's Eight-point Incense to Attract Dragon Bamboo
Late at night, the stars nailed to the sky flicker with distant lights.
As the tourists dispersed, the mountains and forests tore off the gentle mask of the day and revealed a strange and gloomy face.
Wen Ruojie was hanging on a wire and standing at the edge of Wangxiantai. It had not even been two hours since the night high-rise jump was filmed, and there was already obvious fatigue on her face.
The Princess Mausoleum was indescribably gloomy at night.
Headlights shone from all directions, and the areas where they were focused were as bright as day, but outside the lights it seemed like a no-man's land - the twisted branches swayed and shook in the mountain breeze, as if countless black claws were reaching out from the foggy blue sky and attacking her.
Wen Ruojie was extremely uneasy.
This situation means that a scene that is usually passed in one take is still not satisfactory even after being NGed dozens of times.
Zhang Huai frowned: "Ruo Jie comes down first, and Xuan Ming goes up."
Wen Ruojie forced a smile and said, "Sorry, Director Zhang, I need to adjust my state."
As they spoke, the martial artists operated the equipment and slowly "hang" her down from the platform.
Maybe it was the feeling of unease that interfered with his vision, but when his feet were suspended in the air, Wen Ruojie saw something wriggling and struggling in the darkness beneath his feet.
She slightly opened her eyes, trying to see it clearly, but the next second, the impact of the scene before her caused a buzzing sound in her head.
That was... a "crowd" of people whose skin was charred and gray, with ravines all over it. They were squeezed together tightly like firewood, their limbs were skinny and withered, and they looked up at her and shouted silently.
Wen Ruojie's brain froze for a second.
She thought, if there really is a hell in the world, it must be like this...
"ah!!!"
She closed her eyes and screamed uncontrollably, her hands flapping, trying to grab a reliable and strong rope to get herself away from that hell.
"What's wrong?" Zhang Huai thought it was a malfunction of the wire harness and took out his intercom. "One of the martial artists, go check the equipment. Bring a ladder to the scene to support the foot."
Wen Ruojie was so frightened that he lost his composure: "Pull me up! There's something down there!"
Zhang Huai's heart skipped a beat. He looked up and didn't say anything for a long time.
Yin Chuan had just adjusted his position on the stage and smiled, "Ruojie, the art set is below, don't be afraid!"
Wen Ruojie then opened his eyes cautiously and found that there was indeed just an ordinary dead wood decoration underneath.
She landed with a lingering fear. "I really saw it just now! There were so many burnt bodies... They wanted to reach out and drag me down with them."
Yin Chuan couldn't help laughing: "Ruojie, the playback incident a few days ago has been investigated clearly. It was an equipment problem. Don't scare yourself."
The video that captured Wen Ruojie's weird smile could not be opened afterwards. It returned to normal after restarting. It seemed that the screen was only distorted at a certain angle, which made it look so scary.
Zhang Huai was silent for a moment: "How's Group B's progress? Why don't we stop here for today?"
The assistant next to him frowned: "The signal is very poor. We can't contact Director Lin and the others."
Yin Chuan secretly complained, thinking that Wen Ruojie was obviously timid and had his eyes blinded. Was it necessary to treat him like a powerful enemy?
It’s not like he hasn’t made horror movies before, and all the supernatural events on the set are just gimmicks created by the publicity and promotion team.
The next scene is where Xuan Ming descends from the sky to save the princess, and Yin Chuan is slowly hung on the eaves.
His toes touched the roof tiles, and while waiting for the director to call start, he looked around boredly and found that the roof was in the shape of a U.S. dollar.
The platform was surrounded by sealed fake doors, making it impossible to get inside, and no one knew what it looked like inside - anyway, the script only required shooting exterior scenes, so it didn't matter.
However, when Yin Chuan stood on a high place, he found that the middle of the U-shaped roof had collapsed, forming a cramped and narrow square patio.
He looked towards the center of the patio with interest and vaguely made out a black rectangle in the court, which might be an abandoned table or something.
The lighting technician was adjusting the position of the headlights, and for a moment, the light was reflected into the skylight.
In just this extremely short second or two, Yin Chuan's smile froze on his lips.
He discovered that there was no long black table inside.
It was a pitch-black wooden coffin that was placed in the middle, one end higher than the other.
His heart was beating violently in his chest, and Yin Chuan let out a short howl from his throat. He almost tilted his body and rolled off the roof.
"Coffin! There is a coffin here!" He shouted towards Zhang Huai.
Even Yin Chuan, who is usually steady and reliable, suddenly lost his composure.
Li Lan, who was at the scene, was also shocked. She repeated, "How could that be? Was it the props that were not removed earlier?"
Panic is highly contagious, and she suddenly began to regret throwing away the Taiqing Palace business card!
Zhang Huai changed his usual calm and composed appearance and kept wiping the cold sweat from the tip of his nose with his sleeve.
He had Yin Chuan put down and decisively ended today's filming. All departments finished work and returned to the hotel, and everything would be discussed tomorrow.
Everyone started packing up their equipment and preparing to leave by car.
Even though they were leaving get off work early, everyone's faces showed some degree of worry. Wen Ruojie and Yin Chuan's reactions were so strange. One said he saw a burning ghost, and the other said he saw a coffin. Director Zhang still couldn't contact Director Lin and the others...
Damn, there can’t be any supernatural events!
Li Lan also got in the car. The road ahead was a pitch-black wilderness and forest. Even the high beams could not penetrate the darkness that was so thick that it seemed to have substance. They could only keep the light within a foot square under their feet and move forward slowly.
Soon, they gradually discovered that something was even more wrong.
"Hey! Look ahead! Is that Wangxiantai?"
"Why, why are you back again?"
"Are you stuck in a maze?"
Everyone got out of the car again, and only Zhang Huai, Wen Ruojie, Yin Chuan, Li Lan, two drivers and an assistant were left on the scene.
The others disappeared without a trace, perhaps because they got lost or something.
Zhang Huai is well-informed and experienced. At this moment, his face turned pale and he gritted his teeth: "Let's wait here until dawn. Don't be alone. We should be fine."
"Did we encounter...?"
"No way, maybe the driver took the wrong road..."
"I'm so scared... woooo, I want to go home!"
The timid ones were trembling with fear and huddled together tightly.
Li Lan also grabbed the hand of her colleague next to her with her heart pounding. They were all familiar with the routines of horror movies, and no one wanted to be left alone at this time.
Wen Ruojie has been looking erratic and with a strange expression since what happened just now.
She kept reaching out to wrap the collar of her windbreaker, as if she was particularly cold.
Zhang Huai comforted her: "If you feel sleepy, go to the car and rest first. The door is open and everyone is here. Don't be afraid."
Wen Ruojie just kept muttering: "It's so cold, so cold..."
Yin Chuan's face was also very ugly. After hearing what the other party said, he got angry for some reason: "It must be because you just made a fuss that this happened. Nothing happened during the filming yesterday. It must be you..."
Zhang Huai frowned: "Yin Chuan, what's wrong with you? Don't blame each other at this time."
Yin Chuan rubbed his arms and said in an aggressive tone, "I'm going to the car." Then he got into the nanny car, and probably because the wind was too strong, he slammed the door shut.
Wen Ruojie looked towards the Wangxian Terrace, his eyes filled with a hint of eagerness: "It shouldn't be cold in there, Director Zhang, can I rest over there?"
After saying this, her assistant was stunned, silently retracted his arm around her, and moved back.
Something is wrong.
Wen Ruojie's condition was too abnormal.
The "in there" she mentioned...could it be referring to the coffin that Yin Chuan saw?
Creak——
Under the cold moonlight, a shrill sound tore through the silence of the mountains and forests.
Squeak—squeak—
"Director Zhang..." someone said in a terrified voice, "Did something come out of the coffin?"
"I saw someone online saying the Princess's Tomb was unclean, and I thought it was nonsense," Li Lan said, covering her mouth in fear. "Now that I think about the opening ceremony...!"
"I want to go home! Wuuuuu!" Someone broke down and burst into tears.
Li Lan suddenly had an idea. She thought of the mysterious force that pushed her away at the opening ceremony, and the strange woman named Long Zhu.
She opened her eyes wide, and as if stimulated, she rummaged through the handbag in the car and took out a plastic cylinder.
"Lighter! Who has a lighter?"
Although the person next to him was puzzled, he subconsciously handed over the lighter in his pocket.
Li Lan tore open the plastic film of the cylinder in a few seconds, with an almost ferocious expression, and lit the entire bundle of red incense sticks without hesitation.
Zhang Huai had some impression of this production crew member. He was surprised and asked, "Xiao Li, what are you doing...is this useful?"
He thought it was some kind of incense that could drive away evil spirits. Xiao Li probably had her reasons for doing this, as she was desperate.
Li Lan held the incense stick and looked at the transparent green smoke rising straight into the sky, wanting to cry but unable to: "I, I don't know either."
After all, it is already unbelievable that a strange logistics employee was attracted by lighting incense.
The people in Group B are still in the small temple in the bamboo forest.
Chen Songling looked at his phone and saw that it was already ten minutes past midnight.
When a person dies and is buried, it is important to "dress him in clothes and put on shoes".
After they tricked Chen Songling into telling them the time, they became even more unscrupulous. As soon as midnight passed, Lin Sen and Jiang Bei became "ghosts" with numb faces again, and the other staff members followed them like zombies, searching for something in the woods.
Chen Songling knew that he was the fish that had escaped the net that they were looking for.
At this moment, there are only more than fifty minutes left before the coffin is sealed.
He hid behind a thick old tree, praying thousands of times in his heart that Longzhu would appear, but for some reason this guy disappeared again, as if he didn't bother to care unless it was a matter of life and death.
However, he has very little chance of winning when playing hide-and-seek with so many ghosts alone! !
What should I do...what should I do...
Ding Dong.
I received a private message from a fan on my phone.
In fact, there are hundreds of such messages every day. He turns on the Do Not Disturb mode and only glances at them occasionally.
But this time, he clicked it for some unknown reason.
Xiaobai doesn't eat broccoli: Brother, click in and follow the navigation. Hurry up, they're about to find you!
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