Chapter 6: The Immortal II: Taiqing Palace Meng Caiyun
In a room on the 21st floor of Building A, Ningxin Jiayuan, Shucheng, a middle-aged couple was shivering and snuggling on the small sofa in the living room.
The sky outside the window is clear, but the house is always shrouded in a lingering sense of darkness. The plaster lines on the ceiling are dark and seem a little distorted when reflected in the eyes.
They stared at the liver-colored bedroom door diagonally opposite. It was now tightly closed, as if there was someone inside, or perhaps it was attacked by mice. In the silence, there was an occasional rustling sound, as light as a feather, which scratched people's hearts unexpectedly.
And from under the door, red and black liquid gradually overflowed, and the blood flowed like a small red snake, slowly moving towards the sofa.
The woman screamed in despair and jumped onto the sofa: "It's coming again! It's coming again!"
The man forced himself to remain calm and comforted the other person: "Don't be afraid, it's just an illusion, it's okay, there's no one inside, nothing."
"Call the police, let's call the police!" The woman covered her face and stared at the door.
The man turned his head and forced himself to calm down: "Just like last time, once the police come in, everything will be back to normal."
The woman gritted her teeth and said, "It's all my fault. He said he wanted to go to the Princess Tomb with his friends tonight. I should have stopped him. I should have stopped him..."
The man could only hear his own heavy breathing: "We're moving to a hotel today. Go pack your clothes."
The two men reached a silent consensus and were about to get up when there were two sudden knocks outside the door.
They looked at each other blankly, then nervously opened the door hand in hand. Outside was a pale girl wearing a blue and white school uniform.
She wore a pair of bright yellow plastic gloves, held a mop in her left hand, and held a spray bottle of detergent in her right hand. Her outfit was very casual and simple.
The woman suddenly realized: "The platform has sent a new person? The person from last time..."
For some reason, she swallowed the second half of the sentence and didn't say it.
Long Zhu looked at his phone and asked, "Three hundred per room, payable per session?"
Normally, the price of cleaning a whole house is between one hundred and twenty and three hundred. This one that costs three hundred for one bedroom is really a popular order, but the strange thing is that after two weeks, no one has picked up the order.
The couple looked at each other, and then their eyes lit up.
The man hurriedly let Long Zhu in, but his eyes evaded as he pointed at the liver-colored bedroom door: "This bedroom."
At this moment, I don’t know if it was an illusion, but the pool of blood under the door had disappeared.
The woman also hesitated: "It's a little dark without opening the window, don't scare it."
The man glanced at the woman disapprovingly, and she didn't say anything else.
Long Zhu walked straight forward and opened the door. The windows inside were closed, and the atmosphere was somewhat gloomy and depressing.
She stepped on the dark red wooden boards one step at a time, making a creaking sound. There was a dressing mirror at the corner, covered with a cloth. But when Long Zhu turned around, the cloth slid down with a "swish" and reflected her figure.
At the same time, reddish-brown blood seeped out of the ceiling and flowed down the wall, gradually forming various distorted words:
There's a ghost outside the door
They are lying to you
Run
【leave】
Come to me...
Invisible malice gathered in the air, the light bulb, which already had poor contact, flickered violently, and the entire room was enveloped in a gloomy aura that was about to swallow people up.
However, Longzhu did not show the panic expression that the creature in the room expected - just like the cleaning man it had scared away before.
Her eyes still looked dead, but with a hint of annoyance.
It's really infuriating.
Especially when you find that you suddenly have twice as much work to do cleaning the rooms.
Long Zhu shook the transparent spray bottle filled with detergent in his hand, and slowly let the spiritual power in his palm seep into it. When the bloodstains on the wall reappeared, he pressed the spray switch.
The bloodstain let out a scream that was difficult for humans to detect. In a moment, it melted into a pile of dark brown foam and was easily wiped away with a mop.
Not long after, she came out of the house.
The couple in the living room were getting restless. When they heard the sound, they looked up and asked in surprise, "Is it all right now?"
Long Zhu followed Ying Zhiwei's instructions and handed over the phone: "Scan the code."
The couple came to the bedroom door in disbelief, only to find that the windows inside were clean and tidy, as if brand new. The bloodstains that had appeared for no reason and the stains that could not be wiped off had disappeared, as if it were an illusion.
The woman took a half step back and immediately chased after Long Zhu, who was about to leave after taking the money: "Wait, wait!"
Long Zhu turned around and looked over with some confusion.
"Girl... no, Master! Can you help me find my son?" The woman grabbed Long Zhu's wrist and burst into tears. "He has been acting strangely since he came back from the Princess Mausoleum. A few days ago, he ran away from home without saying anything. The police station couldn't find him either. Dirty things appear in the bedroom where he lived every now and then. We are really at our wit's end. Please help us!"
Long Zhu slowly pushed the woman away, his face full of confusion: "You guys?"
She even peeked in a few times: "Aren't you the only one in the room?"
The woman was stunned for a moment: "What did you say..."
Before she finished speaking, her scalp suddenly went numb. She turned around subconsciously and found her husband standing there quietly, looking at her without blinking.
The woman suddenly remembered that her husband had gone to look for her son alone that night because he was worried about him going to the princess's tomb late at night. When he came back, she only noticed that something was wrong with her son. But now she thought about it, her husband's hands had been cold since that night...
The man slowly grinned at the woman.
Fear silently swept over the woman, and she subconsciously grabbed Long Zhu's sleeve again. Before she could speak, she saw the girl's thoughtful expression.
Long Zhu pointed at the man and said, "Oh, if this thing needs cleaning, I'll give you 150 yuan."
She muttered anxiously, "If we lower the price any further, we won't be able to pay for gas."
The man's grinning expression froze.
What? She can see herself?
And it’s only worth one hundred and fifty?
—Wait! This isn't right!
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After the script reading of "Wangxiantai" ended, the main creators were invited to attend a cocktail party in a private club in Shucheng.
The investor casually showed off his mountain of collection at the beginning.
Everyone cheered and exclaimed, "Too good to find a fragment of the ancient Shu princess's Zhaiyi!"
In the glass ice cover, dim light shone down, and a piece of fabric the size of two palms lay on the white jade plate. The embroidery pattern had turned black, and only the longitude and latitude of the long river of time could be vaguely seen from the dark brown.
Director Zhang Huai couldn't help but praise it to the people around him, "It's been a thousand years, and it's still preserved to this extent. The regular maintenance and repairs alone must be a considerable expense."
"Director Zhang has a large collection of cultural relics at home. It seems he has a lot of experience in this area."
The female lead Wen Ruojie and the male lead Yin Chuan both agreed with a smile, and there were subtle compliments among the toasts.
The second female lead, Jiang Bei, walked away from the center of the party and started chatting with Li Lan from the production crew nearby.
Jiang Bei's family background is actually quite good. She first debuted as an Internet celebrity with the gimmick of "a rich family's daughter". She played the leading role in several mediocre ancient costume dramas, which did not make much splash, but she was happy to have fun. She was used to doing her own thing in the circle and did not care about not being able to fit into the social circle of big directors.
Slightly tipsy, she pointed at a figure in the crowd and complained to Li Lan, "They're all just playing tricks, but my dad and those aunts believe them and want to invite them everywhere."
The middle-aged man who was pointed out was gentle and refined, wearing a pair of narrow-rimmed glasses, and his conversation was quite cultured.
The person standing next to him was probably his daughter. Both father and daughter were wearing Western-style tailored suits modified from Chinese style, but one was slim and straight, while the other was loose and casual.
"Meng family?"
Li Lan had always been curious about these "feng shui masters" so popular in upper-class circles, and whispered, "I heard hiring such people is quite expensive."
Jiang Bei made an exaggerated expression: "Jugui! I really don't know how my dad was brainwashed."
Li Lan also deliberately echoed her indignantly: "We really should investigate it carefully. Maybe the tax has not even been paid."
He could earn a fortune by performing a ritual, which is a sum that an ordinary person could not earn in his entire life. Not only that, he was also quite respected among the upper class, enjoying both fame and fortune, which would make anyone jealous.
Besides, whether there are ghosts in the world or not is still a matter of debate. Most wealthy nobles spend money to buy peace of mind. Thinking of this, I feel even more upset.
Suddenly, the long-haired girl in the loose-fitting suit glanced in their direction, greeted her elders, and walked over with a glass of wine.
Jiang Bei exclaimed, "Oh my!" "I hope no one heard this! My dad will definitely scold me if he finds out."
But the other party did not come to demand an explanation.
The long-haired girl put her suit trouser pockets in her suit, raised her goblet, and said hello with a smile: "Hello, my name is Meng Caiyun, and this is my business card."
She was wearing flat boots, but she was still a head taller than Jiang Bei and the others. Her long hair was parted in the middle and cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall. Her eyebrows and eyes were deep, and she had a beauty that was difficult to tell whether she was male or female.
This person is warm and polite, and it is difficult for people to feel any resistance to him.
The two took the business cards in a daze, and at the same time, they noticed a tattoo-like black line extending from the center of the other person's wrist at the pulse, disappearing into the cuff. They didn't know how long the tattoo was, and it looked unusual and strange.
The business card with black letters on a white background only had "Meng Caiyun of Taiqing Palace" and a phone number written on it.
Meng Caiyun explained, "I heard you're going to the Princess Mausoleum to film. It's been a bit quiet there lately. If you encounter anything unsure, feel free to call me."
Although her tone was quite teasing, her expression did not indicate a joke, and she made a very retro phone tapping gesture next to her ear.
The moment Meng Caiyun raised his head, a black mark as wide as a grain of rice appeared in the middle of his collarbone. Just like the one on his wrist, it stretched straight up along his jawline until it disappeared near the bottom of his chinbone.
What a strange tattoo.
Jiang Bei and Li Lan looked at each other and smiled awkwardly and politely.
Is this Taiqing Palace really the one on TV, known as the "ancestral home of Taoism", a formal place for promoting Taoist cultural spirit?
Forget it, just accept it politely and find another chance to throw it away later.
Before leaving, Meng Caiyun suddenly turned back, curled his lips and added: "Oh, by the way, we are regular Taoist priests——"
“—the kind that doesn’t evade taxes.”
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