No one knows when Yan Xiu came back. It should be said that no one in the program crew noticed that Yan Xiu had been missing for a while.
Except Jingcheng.
He saw with his own eyes that the other party rushed back from the direction of Mr. Peng's home and naturally joined the conversation.
The others seemed unaware.
Jing Cheng narrowed his eyes. It seemed that Yan Xiu and Mr. Peng were indeed acquaintances.
I just don't know... whether the Eighteen Dark Ding Formation in the Bijia Village is also the result of collusion between the two.
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Because the "key programs" are in the evening, the guests can arrange the rest of the day on their own and the director team will not interfere too much.
However, due to the special nature of Bijia Village, it is not advisable to act alone. Even if someone wants to visit Bijia Village, they must be led by a village official.
But even though their freedom was restricted, others did not dare to object. After all, the villagers of Bijia Village had "disgust" written all over their hair and heels. If it weren't for the village official protecting everyone, the villagers would have thrown the shovels and hoes in their hands in their faces by now.
...
...
Jing Cheng didn't care what other people did. After returning to the old house, he hid in the room to make preparations and pulled Qin Yan into the room.
Jing Cheng first took out a box of prepared cinnabar from the suitcase and placed it on the table, then he took out a sharp knife from his backpack.
Qin Yan raised his eyebrows: "Drawing talismans again?"
Jing Cheng shook his head, holding the knife in hesitation, and did not speak for a long time.
"Is there anything I can help you with?" Qin Yan asked helplessly.
He really couldn't hold too much hope for Jing Cheng. He deliberately drove Fu Le out and now he was secretly spying on his expression. Did he think he couldn't see?
There must be something that needs his help.
Jing Cheng looked at him again and again, and said flatteringly: "Can you... give me some of your blood."
Qin Yan: “…” Just for this?
"I've said before that your blood is extremely yang and strong, and can break all evil spells and sorcery. Breaking the Eighteen Dark Ding Formation requires extremely yang energy, and my constitution is more yin... Don't worry, I have the fastest way to stop the bleeding..."
Qin Yan did not interrupt Jing Cheng's chatter. He silently took the knife from his hand, quickly rolled up his sleeves, and fiercely cut his arm. Blood gushed out.
Jing Cheng: “!!!”
Qin Yan picked up a cup and turned to see Jing Cheng's eyes wide open, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets. He chuckled and asked, "Is that enough?"
Jing Cheng stared at him and thought to himself, you naughty child, how can you still laugh at this time!
Jing Cheng quickly chanted a spell to stop his bleeding, and he felt as if he had aged more than ten years in an instant.
He really wants to smoke a cigarette to calm down.
Although he doesn't smoke...
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Fu Le likes to join in the fun, so after coming back, he followed the program crew outside to play cards, the kind that involved money.
It was only then that the other guests of the program realized that Fu Le and Qin Yan were not children from ordinary families. Both of them were sciones of well-known wealthy families in Beijing, especially Qin Yan, whose uncle was Director Zhao's immediate superior.
No wonder the program crew was so respectful to these two kids along the way. It seems like they are the ones with the most powerful backing.
"If you lose, pay up! You can't refuse to pay!" Fu Le shouted, "Integrity is the most important thing in the adult world. You guys are too unprincipled!"
One of the staff members said with a sad face: "Mr. Fu, it's just a few hundred yuan. You don't mind it, right?" There were only a few hundred yuan in his wallet, and after just a few hands of cards, the RMB had changed hands.
"It's just a few hundred dollars, and you won't give it to me?" Fu Le asked in shock, "You are too shameless!"
"I have old people above me and young children to take care of..." Playing tricks is contagious, and if one person does it, there will be two.
"It's useless to keep money as a single dog. Give it to me and I'll spend it for you!" Fu Le stretched out his hand to them.
“…”
The staff members who lost money looked as if the world was coming to an end and paid reluctantly.
Mao Ying-Queen sat aside and watched the fun. She said with a smile: "How dare you adults deny your debts? I feel ashamed for you."
"That's true...but Master Fu has been winning and we have been losing. If we lose two more times, we will have to take off our pants." A photographer said with a bitter face, "Shouldn't I save some face?"
"Mr. Fu is so lucky. He always has the trump card in his hand."
"Is it because the place where he sits has good feng shui? Why don't we change seats?"
Fu Le laughed and said, "Don't be ridiculous. I've been playing cards since I was born. How can I explain it by luck? If you want to talk about luck, I've been unlucky recently. I've almost suffered bloody disasters several times. If it weren't for the amulet given to me by my brother Jing, I might be in the hospital right now."
"Oh? What's that?" Professor Fu came over with great interest and joined them.
"Oh no! Don't mention it!" Fu Le said with a gloomy face, "I accidentally picked up a dead person's money a while ago, so I was plagued by bad luck. I was so unlucky that I couldn't even drink water during those few days, and I always had nightmares at night. But after wearing the amulet given by Brother Jing, the situation has improved a lot."
The crowd was not very interested in how unlucky he was, but rather was amazed at the effect of the amulet he mentioned.
"I thought the amulet was just bought for psychological comfort. Now, according to you, it really works?" Someone couldn't help but take out the talisman that Jing Cheng gave them last night, holding it in their hands and observing it carefully.
"Don't you feel anything?" Fu Le asked them.
After he put on the amulet, he felt that his mental outlook was different from before. He slept very well last night and had no dreams.
No one expected that Fu Le actually believed in the effect of the amulet so much. At first, they thought he was deliberately flattering Jing Cheng, like a fart stuck in his throat.
However, Fu Le's serious expression did not seem fake, and they could not help but begin to doubt.
Director Zhao, for example, would always ask for Jing Cheng's opinion at critical moments, and would always emphasize to everyone that Jing Cheng was a professional Taoist priest he invited, and he was not the kind who was exaggerated.
Thinking about it this way, they really discovered the magic.
"Huh? It seems to be of some use. I feel extra energetic today."
"Me too. Logically speaking, everyone was busy and tired last night. Even if we had a night's rest, we shouldn't be so energetic."
"I have calf cramps every morning, but today I had no problems at all."
"I don't know if it's my illusion, but I feel like my hairline has moved forward a little?"
“…”
Everyone looked at the cameraman who was touching his scalp speechlessly. This is nonsense.
A talisman is not an anti-hair loss shampoo. Even if it can help you sleep well, how can the problem of baldness be solved in one day?
Everyone was chatting animatedly when someone suddenly remembered that the two guests, Xin Guang and Yang Hong, had not returned for such a long time and couldn't help but ask about them.
"Where are Mr. Xin and Mr. Yang?"
Everyone was stunned when they heard this. Yes, how come these two people suddenly disappeared?
Where did they go?
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Time goes back to two hours ago, Yang Hong had just left the team and was looking for a toilet.
However, not only was he holding his urine urgently, his stomach was also rumbling and aching slightly, which was obviously a sign of a stomach upset.
Yang Hong thought it was bad luck. The food in the countryside was so unhygienic that he got a stomachache early in the morning.
At this time, the team was already a long distance away from the old house. Yang Hong didn't want to waste time, so he found the nearest house to go to the toilet.
Bijia Village is a traditional village. The toilets are built outside the houses. The better families at least have a small adobe house, and the worse ones have a thatched hut that is almost open to the sky.
The toilet he found was an open-air thatched shed.
The owners were arguing in the house, and a woman's crying could be heard faintly.
Yang Hong pinched his nose and walked into the straw hut through the back door, and went to the toilet in the biting cold wind.
When he pulled up his pants and was about to come out, he saw the couple from the main house coming out of the house arguing with each other.
"Boss! Let go! He's your son!" The woman with disheveled hair shouted madly, "You beast! Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs! Isn't it enough that you've killed my three sons?"
"If you hadn't given birth to idiots all these years, would I have sent my own son as a sacrifice?!" The man kicked the woman away coldly, holding a little boy in his arms.
"But Gou Wa is only three years old! He hasn't grown up yet. Who says he will be a fool in the future?" The woman struggled to get up from the ground and grabbed the man's trouser leg to prevent him from leaving.
"At the age of three, he still can't understand human language, can't talk, doesn't know how to eat, and stares with his eyes wide open all day long. Who would believe you if you said he wasn't a fool? Do you think the villagers are fools?"
"But he is the flesh that fell from my belly, wuwuwuwu..."
"Stop talking nonsense! I'll take Gou Wa over there right now. You're still young, it's not like you can't have children!"
"By the way, guests! Many strangers came to the village today!" The woman's face was covered with tears, but her eyes were frighteningly bright. She said to the man excitedly, "We can use one of them to replace Gou Wa! Just like before!"
"What guest?" The man finally stopped and turned to look at the woman.
Yang Hong didn't understand what they were saying. Seeing that the couple was arguing endlessly, he simply came out of the hut.
Because it stinks so bad in there.
The couple in the yard were startled when they heard the noise and looked suddenly in the direction of the straw hut.
"Who are you?" The man looked at him warily.
The woman who was half-kneeling on the ground saw Yang Hong's face clearly and her eyes flashed.
"Hi! I'm here for tourism. I'd like to borrow your toilet for a while." Yang Hong pinched his nose and said with a sullen look, "I'm not saying that you guys don't pay attention to hygiene. It's been a while since you cleaned the toilet. It's really stinking me."
"Are you a tourist visiting our village?" The man asked in a strange voice, looking at Yang Hong.
Yang Hong had regular features, was well-dressed, and wore a shiny watch on his wrist. The man's eyes gradually revealed greed. He had pawned a watch before and knew its value.
Yang Hong's watch looked much more expensive than the ones worn by tourists he had seen before.
"Yes, I have something to do, so I'll leave first." The host's gaze made Yang Hong feel a chill down his spine. The words the young village official had said before flashed through his mind, and he thought that the people in this village were really sick. The way they looked at people were like knives.
After Yang Hong finished speaking, he quickened his pace and walked out, his back looking a little flustered.
He was startled by the sound of hurried footsteps behind him, and saw a shadow on the ground out of the corner of his eye.
A tall and strong figure was holding a long stick and smashing it towards his shadow.
At the top of the stick is a hook-shaped shadow.
It’s like the god of death holding a scythe to reap lives!
Yang Hong was almost frightened to death after seeing this scene.
That's a hoe!
Yang Hong suddenly recalled the scene half an hour ago when the villagers confronted them with fierce looks on their faces.
Yang Hong turned around and yelled: "What are you going to do——"
Before he could finish his words, the man's ferocious face appeared in front of him, and at the same time, the hoe hit him hard on the head.
With a "bang".
It was as if something exploded.
A severe pain came over him, Yang Hong’s eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.
The last thought in my mind was——
I regret throwing away the amulet.
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