Chapter 7: Wangxian's Third Uncle, This Altar Isn't Right...
The opening ceremony of "Wangxiantai" was held as scheduled at Minglou Square outside the Princess Tomb Scenic Area.
The rebuilt majestic palace is like a canopy covering the sky and the sun, supported by twelve vermilion pillars. Colorfully painted brackets are inserted between the beams and pillars, and the eaves are steep. At first glance, it looks a bit ferocious, with its fangs and claws bared.
A large red long table was placed in the middle of the square, and a bunch of yellow incense sticks were symbolically burning in the gold-carved hexagonal incense burner. On both sides were pairs of gold and silver bowls and plates, red candles and candles, and on the golden plate next to the fruit offerings was a greasy pig's head.
Before the ceremony began, Zhang Huai chatted with Assistant Director Lin Sen: "Will you also light some incense later?"
Lin Sen politely clasped his hands together and declined: "I have other beliefs."
On the huge spray-painted canvas are the silhouettes of the two protagonists, one red and one black, with a very beautiful ink painting effect, and large characters are written on it: "Good luck in the start of filming of "Wangxiantai".
There is a simple rest area behind the curtain, where Chen Songling, who has dyed her hair back to black, is putting on makeup.
Without a live camera, everyone talked about the last kidnapping incident, even though the truth had been modified seven or eight times.
"That's amazing. You were able to escape and call for help on your own in that situation."
"I can't help it. It was probably my survival instinct. After all, there was an unconscious hostage. I only had one thought at the time..."
In the soft glow of the makeup mirror, a face suddenly appeared that was almost unforgettable to Chen Songling.
Although it was later clarified that the driver of the broken car had nothing to do with the kidnapping gang, the gloomy short-haired woman still left him with great psychological trauma.
"ah!!"
Chen Songling jumped up in shock, looking at the newcomer with a terrified expression, and countless terrifying possibilities flashed through his mind.
"——How did you get here?! Don't come over here! If you come over again——"
Long Zhu walked past him with his hands in his pockets as if nothing had happened, and nodded to Li Lan who was waving at him in front and started talking to him.
The whole process was smooth and he didn't even give Chen Songling a glance.
This makes the person who is dancing and adding to his own drama look stupid.
The staff members silently withdrew their gazes and went back to their work very attentively, subtly leaving the male star with some of his remaining dignity.
Li Lan was actually a little nervous.
She had thought that this "AAA All-Round Housekeeping Sister Long" was an aunt in her late 40s or early 50s. After all, when they chatted on WeChat, she always said that she didn't know how to use a mobile phone and her tone was gloomy.
As a result, I turned out to be unexpectedly young.
Could it be that he skipped school and came here to work without telling his family?
He was confused and turned his head to see Long Zhu's right eye with a dark circle around it.
Li Lan jumped away in shock: "Is there any problem with the work content just mentioned?"
Long Zhu came closer and searched for something with her dark eyes. Suddenly, she bent down and saw Li Lan's shoulder bag.
“It smells so good.”
The scent is very familiar, the same as the red wax served in the small restaurant before.
In comparison, the funny altar in front had a low-quality smell like an incinerator.
Li Lan was a little nervous because of the other party's nervous actions.
She followed the other person's gaze and looked at her bag. Suddenly she realized something, hesitated for a moment, and took out a plastic cylinder from it.
"Is this it? Maybe the lid wasn't tight enough, and the aroma escaped."
Long Zhu stared at the red incense stick in the plastic cylinder with his eyes wide open.
Li Lan felt a little unsure what to do when being stared at. She tentatively took a few cigarettes and handed them over: "If you like... I'll give you a few. I don't believe in these things either. My mom insisted on buying them for me."
Long Zhu blinked and tilted his head: "I want them all."
Li Lan: “…”
This guy is really rude.
Perhaps because he could see that the other party was in a dilemma, Long Zhu thought for a moment and confidently made an offer that was irresistible.
"I'll trade my salary with you."
Li Lan repeated in disbelief: "Are you sure?"
Long Zhu hummed twice, his expression even a little anxious.
Li Lan was cautious and only gave one tube to the other party. Although she didn't believe it, it was a gift from her mother after all, and she didn't want to give it all to others so quickly.
"Alright...just consider it as the original price you paid and deduct it from your salary."
She doesn't like to take advantage of others, and besides, this person looks weird. If he is a person with a special disease, he would be quite pitiful.
Just as he was about to leave, he was stopped by the other party.
Li Lan turned around: "Any other questions?"
Long Zhu said with a dim look, "No."
After saying that, he patted Li Lan's shoulder casually, turned around and left.
Li Lan was completely confused and, wanting to keep her distance from this person, she quickly ran towards the location of the opening ceremony.
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Wang Fengxu was sitting on the bumpy bus back to Qingcheng Temple, watching the live broadcast of the opening ceremony of "Wangxiantai" on his phone horizontally.
The main creators spoke one by one in front of the banner, and finally took three incense sticks and posed for photos beside the altar.
Everything seemed fine, but Wang Fengxu frowned even more.
"Uncle Master, this altar is wrong."
Wang Tianfu, who was standing next to him, was too short to lean against the headrest and slept very restfully. When he opened his eyes and glanced at the other person's phone, he muttered a few words in a daze.
"Isn't the placement of the candles and the pattern of the offerings similar to the altar used to invite the spirits?"
Wang Feng put down his crossed legs and sat up straight with a serious look.
He looked around in the camera, as if looking for someone - just then, someone exclaimed.
He reacted in a moment and realized that the exclamation came from the crowd on the screen.
At the corner of the screen where the words "Good Luck in the Start-up" were hung, an iron rod suddenly fell off the truss and flew downwards with a clanging sound.
No one had time to react.
Chen Songling was even unaware of the impending danger - until someone behind him suddenly pushed him away. It was more like carrying him away than pushing him away. The two of them ran a long distance in an instant. When they looked back, they saw a scene of people and horses falling to the ground behind them.
The barrage was delayed for a second or two before it started to explode.
[Oh my god! What’s going on?!]
Two staff members were hit on the legs! I hope they're okay! Oh my god!
[Our child just went through something bad. He was discharged early just to join the crew. If something really happened, I would hate the production team for the rest of my life...]
[The main actors all stood in the middle, why did they let my brother stand to the side? Haha, I heard that a certain big director's favorite male lead was exclusive, now I believe it.]
[Is there something wrong upstairs? It's clearly the crew's fault with the set, don't provoke a fight with the Song family.]
…
[By the way, did you see how Chen Songling ran away just now? He was clearly standing closer to the injured staff member.]
[I watched the replay and it was a young lady who pushed me open from behind!]
[Yes! I saw it too! So powerful, but a little strange. The girl's expression is even more confused than Song Song's. Is this the sixth sense?]
[This young lady is the blogger Shanlan whom I follow! ]
More than ten minutes later, the official Weibo account of "Wangxiantai" issued an urgent notice, stating that it was due to negligence of the on-site staff. No main creators were injured, and the staff member who was hit did not suffer any vital injuries and has been properly sent to the hospital for treatment...
Wang Fengxu read half of it and opened the Zhumeng APP casually.
Sure enough, a hot post with many replies in [Hearsay] was selected as a featured post by the moderator and pinned to the top.
Is there any connection between the Wangxiantai startup accident and the recent anomalies at the Princess Mausoleum?
The comments are varied and chaotic.
Grain in Ear: The altar has been tampered with. Yang rituals would not be arranged this way.
[Yuzhong Yuke: There are ghost claw marks on the girl's shoulder.]
Xiaobai doesn't eat broccoli: How despicable! Who wants to harm my brother? [Angry] Thankfully, no resentment fluctuations were detected afterwards. It was probably an accident. Whoever messed with the altar is fully responsible!
[Mo Chanyan: People in Shu City, catch ghosts and exorcise evil spirits plus V]
[Meng Meng's father: 2L is right, but if that's the case, then these two were saved by the ghost that left claw marks?]
I volunteered: Hmm... why doesn't it count?
[Protecting Our Crystal: Off topic, the bureau has found out that those internet celebrities who were livestreaming at Princess Mausoleum are most likely gone. I went to their homes this morning to deal with any remaining resentment. It was a bit strange, only the one living in Ningxin Jiayuan's house was spotless. The woman there even insisted that a cleaner had exorcised her husband's evil spirit... Is the threshold for domestic work so high these days?]
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The ghost paw print that saved Chen Songling, and the housekeeping staff who exorcised evil spirits?
Who is it? It's so hard to guess~
Wang Fengxu curled his lips and typed a reply quickly.
[Become Rich]: The next Princess Tomb should be very safe, so everyone should disperse.
As soon as I posted the message, a phone call came unexpectedly.
Wang Fengxu subconsciously clicked the answer button, and a high-pitched and bright female voice came out without any sense of boundaries.
"Wang Lanlan! Was it fun being on this business trip? Did you get scolded by the host?"
"You're thinking of me a little better, Tailor Meng," Wang Fengxu said silently, leaning back in his car seat. "Where are you going to make a fortune without me?"
The other party chuckled twice and said, "I've come to your Shu City to attend a cocktail party."
Wang Fengxu was filled with hatred. "You are a noble family! I am a vulgar person and unworthy of associating with the elite. I am dead."
"Don't worry!" The other person said with a smile: "I'm here to help you make a fortune. Do you want to take the job?"
Wang Fengxu was about to blurt out, "Of course I'll take it. A gentleman loves money and takes it again and again," when his reason suddenly returned and he asked cautiously, "Isn't this about the Princess's mausoleum?"
"You guessed it?" The other party was a little surprised: "I saw the actresses from their crew at the cocktail party yesterday. As expected, they are more beautiful in person than on TV..."
"Don't talk about beautiful women, talk about your business!"
"I saw a bad omen about that actress, so I went back home that night and asked for the incense divination, and sure enough, it was about the princess's tomb."
The other party sighed: "My dad knows their investors and received red envelopes from consultants. I can't just ignore them if something happens."
Wang Fengxu was skeptical: "You have so many friends, why did you come to me specifically?"
"Tsk, they're all familiar with my dad. I actually suspect this has something to do with the Three Death Gates... You know, Old Meng doesn't let me get involved in those things."
Wang Fengxu said sarcastically, "You're so eager to protect your daughter. I understand Old Meng."
After a pause, his tone became serious: "But this time, you'd better not care."
"Hmm? You got the inside scoop?"
Wang Fengxu sighed, "I'm going back to the temple to report to Master's wife. Anyway, with that person here, nothing will happen."
After thinking about it, he wiped his face and changed his words.
"Forget it, you still have to go and take a look. That guy probably doesn't care about the lives of others..."
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