Chapter 84

No one knows when Yan Xiu came back. It should be said that no one in the program team found that Yan Xiu had been missing for a while.

Except for Jing Cheng.

He saw the other party come back from the direction of Mr. Peng's house with his own eyes, and naturally joined everyone's conversation.

The others didn't realize it.

Jing Cheng squinted his eyes, it seemed that Yan Xiu and Mr. Peng really knew each other.

I just don't know...whether the Eighteen Dark Ding Formation in Bijia Village is also the result of the two colluding.

Because the "key program" is at night, the guests can make their own arrangements for the rest of the day, and the director team will not interfere too much.

However, due to the particularity of Bijia Village, it is not necessary to act alone. Even if anyone wants to visit Bijia Village, he must be led by a small village official.

But even if the freedom is restricted, other people dare not refute anything. After all, the villagers of Bijia Village are filled with "disgust" for them from the hair to the heels.Everyone was protected in front, and the shovels and hoes in the hands of the villagers were probably thrown in their faces by now.

Jing Cheng didn't care what the others did, he hid in the room to prepare after he returned to the old house, and pulled Qin Yan into the room.

Jing Cheng first took out a box of prepared cinnabar from the suitcase, put it on the table, and took out a sharp knife from his backpack.

Qin Yan raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to draw a talisman again?"

Jing Cheng shook his head, hesitating with the knife in his hand, and didn't speak for a long while.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Qin Yan asked helplessly.

Sure enough, he couldn't have too much hope for Jing Cheng, deliberately drove Fu Le out, and now he quietly watched his expression, as if he couldn't see it?

There must be something that needs his help.

Jing Cheng glanced at him one after another, and said flatteringly, "Can you...give me some of your blood."

Qin Yan: "..." Just because of this?

"As I said before, your blood is extremely yang and strong, and can break all evil spells. Breaking the Eighteen Dark Ding Formation requires the most yang energy, and my constitution is yin...don't worry, I have the fastestThe way to stop the bleeding..."

Qin Yan didn't interrupt Jing Cheng's babbling, silently took the knife from his hand, quickly rolled up his sleeve, and slashed his arm, blood gushing out.

Jing Cheng: "!!!"

Qin Yan took a cup casually, then turned his head and saw Jing Cheng's eyes staring as if they were popping out of his sockets, he smiled lightly and said, "Is it enough?"

Jing Cheng glared at him, and thought to himself, you brat, you can still laugh at this moment!

Quickly chanting a mantra to stop his bleeding, Jing Cheng felt as if he had aged more than ten years in an instant.

He really wants to smoke a cigarette to calm down now.

Although he doesn't smoke...

Fu Le likes to join in the fun, and when he came back, he would play cards outside with the program crew, for money.

Only then did the other guests of the program group realize that Fu Le and Qin Yan were not children of ordinary people, they were both children of well-known wealthy families in Shanghai, especially Qin Yan, whose younger uncle was Director Zhao's immediate boss.

It's no wonder that the staff of the program group treated the two children respectfully along the way. The two of them are the ones with the most backing.

"If you lose, pay for it! Don't pay for it!" Fu Le yelled loudly, "The most important thing in an adult's world is honesty, and you are too careless!"

A staff member said with a sullen face: "Young Master Fu, it's only a few hundred yuan, you are not short of this money, right?" There are only a few hundred yuan in his wallet, and it's just a few cards.Ruanmei coins changed owners.

"It's only a few hundred yuan, why don't you give it to me?" Fu Le asked back in shock, "You are too shameless!"

"I have an old man at the top, and a young man at the bottom..." Cheating is easily contagious, if there is one, there will be two.

"It's useless to keep single dog money, give it to me, and I'll spend it for you!" Fu Le stretched out his hand to them.

"..."

The few staff members who lost the money looked as if the end of the world was coming, and paid out reluctantly.

Mao Yinghou sat aside to watch the excitement, and said with a smile: "You adults are too embarrassed to renege on your debts, I will blush for you."

"That's what you said... But Mr. Fu has been winning, we have been losing, and I will take off my pants if I lose two more." A photographer said with a bitter face, "Don't I have to save some face?"

"Young Master Fu is so lucky, he puts all the bombs in his hands."

"Is it because he is sitting in a good feng shui place, why don't we change seats?"

Fu Le said with a "hey hey" smile: "Come on, young master, I have been at the poker table not long after I was born. How can I say luck? If you want to talk about luck, I have been lucky recently.I almost suffered bloody disasters several times, if my elder brother Jing didn't give me the amulet, I might already be in the hospital right now."

"Oh? How do you say it?" Professor Fu came over with great interest and joined them.

"Damn! Don't mention it!" Fu Le said with a sullen expression, "A while ago I accidentally picked up a dead person's wealth, so I was plagued by bad luck. In the past few days, the unlucky drinking water was stuffed between my teeth, and I always did it at night.Nightmare, but after wearing the amulet given by Brother Jing, the situation is much better."

Everyone was not very interested in how unlucky he was, but was surprised by the effect of the amulet he said.

"I thought the amulet was just for psychological comfort. According to you, does it really work?" Some people couldn't help but took out the talisman that Jing Cheng gave them last night, and carefully observed it in their hands.

"Don't you feel it?" Fu Le asked them.

After wearing the amulet, he felt that his mental outlook was different from before. He slept very soundly last night and had no dreams.

Everyone didn't expect Fu Le to believe in the role of amulets so much. At first, they thought he was deliberately flattering Jing Cheng, as if he had no fart in his throat.

However, Fu Le's serious expression didn't look like a fake, and they couldn't help but began to doubt it.

For example, Director Zhao always asked Jing Cheng for his opinion when it was critical, and he always emphasized to everyone that Jing Cheng was a professional Taoist priest he invited, the kind who didn't mix water.

Thinking about it this way, it really made them discover the magic.

"Huh? It seems to be useful. I feel that I am extra energetic today."

"Me too. It stands to reason that everyone worked so hard last night, even after a night's rest, they shouldn't be so energetic."

"I have habitual calf cramps every morning, but today I have no problem at all."

"I don't know if it's my illusion, I feel that my hairline has moved forward a little?"

"..."

Everyone looked at the cameraman who was stroking his scalp in silence, you are a bit nonsense.

A talisman is not an anti-hair loss shampoo. Even if it can make you sleep well, how can a problem like baldness be solved in a day?

While everyone was chatting, someone suddenly remembered that the two guests, Xin Guang and Yang Hong, hadn't come back for such a long time, and couldn't help but ask.

"Where did Mr. Xin and Mr. Yang go?"

Everyone was taken aback when they heard the words, yes, why did these two people disappear suddenly?

Where did they go?

...

Back to two hours ago, Yang Honggang left the team and was about to find a toilet.

However, it was nothing more than he was holding back his urine urgently, and his stomach was still rumbling, and at the same time he was still having a dull pain, which was obviously a sign of a stomachache.

Yang Hongxin said it was unlucky, the food in the country was really unhygienic, which caused him to have a bad stomach 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 searched for the nearest family to go to the toilet.

Bijia Village is a traditional village, and the toilets are built outside the house. The better ones at least build a smaller earthen embryo house, and the less foolish ones are just a grass shed, almost open to the air.

The toilet he found was an open-air straw shed.

The master's family was arguing in the house, and a woman's cry could be heard faintly.

Yang Hong pinched his nose and groped into the thatched shed through the back door, and went to the toilet in the howling wind.

When he was about to come out after pulling up his trousers, he saw the husband and wife from the main house coming out of the house.

"Master! Let go! He's your son!" the woman shouted with disheveled hair, "You bastard! A tiger doesn't eat its offspring! Isn't it enough for you to kill my three sons!"

"If you hadn't given birth to fools all these years, would I have sent my own son as a sacrifice?!" The man kicked the woman away indifferently, holding a little boy in his arms.

"But Gouwa 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 trousers to prevent him from leaving.

"At the age of three, I still don't understand human language, I can't speak, I don't know how to eat, and I don't know where to look. If you say you're not a fool, who will believe it? You think the villagers are fools?"

"But he's the meat that fell out of my stomach, woo woo woo..."

"Stop talking nonsense! I'll take Gouba there now, you're still young, and it's not like you can't have children!"

"By the way, guest! There are a lot of foreigners in the village today!" The woman's face was full of tears, but her eyes were frighteningly bright. She said excitedly to the man, "We can replace Gou Wa with one of them! Just like before!"

"What guest?" The man finally stopped and turned to look at the woman.

Yang Hong didn't understand what they meant, and seeing the couple arguing endlessly, he simply came out of the thatched shed.

Because it stinks in there.

The couple in the yard were startled when they heard the sound, and suddenly looked in the direction of the thatched shed.

"Who are you?" The man looked at him warily.

The woman half kneeling on the ground saw Yang Hong's face clearly, her eyes flashed.

"Hi! I'm here for a trip. Let me borrow your toilet." Yang Hong pinched his nose and said with a disheveled face, "I didn't say that. You guys are too careless about hygiene. The toilet hasn't been cleaned for a long time., but it smoked me out."

"Are you a tourist in our village?" The man's voice was strange, and he looked at Yang Hong.

Yang Hong has good facial features and is well dressed. He wears a shiny watch on his wrist. The man's eyes gradually show greed. He has pawned the watch outside before and recognizes the value of the watch.

Yang Hong's watch looks much more expensive than the one worn by tourists he saw before.

"Yeah, I have to leave beforehand." The hostess' gaze made Yang Hong feel chills down his spine, and what the village official said before flashed in his mind, thinking that the people in this village were really sick.His eyes are like knives.

After Yang Hong finished speaking, he stepped up and walked out, his back was a little panicked.

The sound of hurried footsteps soon came from behind the clinker, and he was startled. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the shadow on the ground——

A tall and strong figure was holding a long stick and smashing towards his shadow.

At the top of the stick is a hooked shadow.

It's like the god of death is holding a sickle to harvest human life!

Seeing this scene clearly, Yang Hong was almost terrified.

That's a hoe!

Yang Hong suddenly recalled the scene where the villagers confronted them half an hour ago with fierce faces.

Yang Hong turned around and roared angrily: "What are you going to do—"

Before he could finish speaking, the ferocious face of the host appeared in front of his eyes, and at the same time, the hoe hit him hard on the top of the head.

"Bang -" a sound.

It was as if something had exploded.

Severe pain struck, Yang Hong's eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.

The last consciousness in my mind was——

I regret throwing away the amulet.

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