Chapter 40

Who's going to set up against you? ?

When the hanged ghost saw Lan He, the reverberation was no longer in the mood, and he fled in a whimpering manner. He was caught by Lan He and dragged back, without saying a word, he beat him first, and then restrained his neck with a chain: "You look so unplayable, don't you still want to trap others?"

The hanged ghost never imagined that if he was hanged himself, he would be hanged by his neck again...

He rolled his eyes up, tried to look at Lan He, and clasped his fists in both hands frantically saying goodbye: "This eldest man, there was a misunderstanding, I don't know that you are covering it."

Lan He dragged him in front of Song Futan: "Just now, the bird screamed suddenly, I was almost...cough, I was more surprised. I think, I must have learned from this guy!"

The sound was exactly the same. However, Song Futan is fine. Wherever he goes, he will not be missed, but how did Lao Qin provoke him?

"Why did the family in front annoy you, why did you go to his house to harass him, where did you hang yourself?" Lan He asked.

Usually the hanged ghost would make trouble in the place where he hanged himself, but Lao Qin introduced that he had lived in that house for most of his life.

"That, the bird raising one?" The hanged ghost didn't dare to move, "Master Mingjian, I didn't die there, but the old man stole my money, so I went to restrain him, but he still robbed."

Speaking of this, the Hanged Ghost is still a little depressed.

"What kind of money?" Lan He asked.

"It's just money falling from the sky," said the hanged ghost. "Recently, paper money has been scattered on the street, and I'll come out to pick it up. You said he was a big living man and robbed me for money..."

Lan He and Song Futan thought it was a little weird. Now that it's not half of July, how can there be paper money on the street. To say that in the half of July, there will be sacrifices to the ghosts and ghosts.

Lan He thought of something and asked, "Is it burned?"

The Hanged Ghost nodded: "Yes."

In other words, it is not real paper money, and it has already been circulated into the underworld.

Lan He asked again, "Is there any incense?"

Hanged Ghost: "Uh... I haven't picked it up anyway."

"I see, let's go." Lan He slowly let go of the hanged ghost, and he beat him anyway, "See him later, stay away."

The Hanged Ghost smiled shyly: "I haven't asked you yet?"

Looking at the chain, it should be a sinister, but he is not wearing a uniform, and his face is also raw. There was no such person in the capital before.

Lan He tossed his hat, held it in his arms, and coldly signed up: "Dongyue Yinsi, come here."

——If it weren't for the name, it should sound more fanciful in his tone.

But the Hanged Ghost didn't pay attention to this, so he was still shocked: "It's my fault that I hurt my eye when I hanged, and I didn't recognize the eldest master!"

It turned out to be the eldest man who made a lot of trouble in the underworld. Although he only took office this year, he quickly made a name for himself. The Hanged Ghost also watched his Mulian play, and even felt honored to be chained by him... He cupped his hands and took a few steps backwards before he floated away.

When Lan He saw him walking away, she said, "I think it must be Hu Si. She stole a lot of money from the four major gates and sprinkled it on the street, and these ghosts who were originally peacefully came out."

As soon as it came out, it was difficult to guarantee that there would not be any disputes, and things like Lao Qin. Anyway, the more chaotic the capital, the happier she will be, and everyone is looking for her recently, and her disturbance like this can distract many people's minds.

Song Futan also thought of this, "You can hold a few more rituals to attract wandering souls away."

Hu Si can throw money and grain, and so many people in the capital who eat hell rice can also sprinkle, and incense, at least a considerable part can be gathered in various monasteries and Taoist temples.

"Well, I have to mention it to Old Bai... and Teacher Qin, can you talk to him?" Lan He said.

Song Futan nodded.

...

Old Qin was already sitting in his room and wanted to soak his feet in hot water to see if he could sleep better tonight, but when he heard that the screenwriter Xiao Song was back, calling the door, he quickly put on his slippers and went out.

Just wondering why he turned back again, after opening the door, Lao Qin saw that the street lights in the alley outside were gone, "Yo, it's too dark to walk, I'll find you a flashlight. You can't just walk to the west exit because the lights are so dark. "

There was a haunting incident in their alley a long time ago, especially the exit on the west side. There are many turns and people walking there at night always feel unclean. Before the lights were installed and the lights were bright, many people in the hutong did not go to the west side.

Even now, elderly people don't like to walk, and if the light is broken, they are even more reluctant to go that way. The darker the place, the easier it is to hide dirty things. This is what the older generation often said.

"It's okay, I just remembered to ask you a question, what have you been dreaming about recently?" Song Futan asked.

Lao Qin was stunned for a moment, and then said shyly: "I'm... I'm embarrassed to say it, maybe I'm thinking about it every day, and I always dream of picking up money outside at night. I only pick up the big ones, but I'm happy. Yes. But I bowed my head all night, I woke up with a tired neck and waist, and I couldn't cry. What's the matter, you ask this?"

Song Futan said directly: "Don't pick it up in the future, that's stealing money from ghosts."

——It’s not that he didn’t know how to be euphemistic, or that he was deliberately realistic. He had to explain this matter thoroughly, and it would be broken if he pointed it out.

Lao Qin was dumbfounded.

He was not angry, but muttered: "What I said... I said..."

"Then I'll go first." Song Futan nodded slightly and stepped into the darkness without fear.

"Hey, thank you!" Lao Qin returned to his senses and shouted, "Be careful on the road."

Really young, so dark is not afraid.

"I shouldn't be dreaming tonight." Where Lao Qin couldn't see, Lan He floated a few inches off the ground, next to Song Futan. Hehe, floating like this, he is almost as tall as Xiao Song.

In the dark alley, because Lan He was by his side, Song Futan felt more at ease and was not so tired of the darkness.

"My script is almost done. I can read the script next week, in my dad's studio." Song Futan said.

"Okay," Lan He asked curiously, "By the way, you haven't said, what did the script write?"

Song Futan: "...Ghosts."

Speaking of this, Lan He remembered that Xuanguang never seemed to have written about this kind of subject, although it is now known that he often sees ghosts, "Is there actually a ghost? real experience?"

Song Futan: "..."

When Song Futan wrote it, he didn't know that Xiao Lai was alive. Now, he was both anxious about Lan He's reaction after he found out, but also had some expectations, "...It's based on reality."

"Okay, then don't spoil the story, I'm going to read the script!" Lan He was a little excited. "Also, I can't make Director Song think that I talked to you about the characters in advance. Wouldn't that be cheating, I can interpret it myself!"

Song Futan laughed dumbly.

Song Futan sent Lan He to the gate of the community, just as Hu Qijiu went downstairs to take out the trash himself - Lan He lived alone, and when he went out, only she and the autistic hedgehog were left, which was equivalent to only himself. Unlike the Yang family in the past, it was lively and lively, and people from the village came and went.

So even though he didn't have to come down in person to take out the garbage, Hu Qijiu still took the opportunity to go out for a walk, eavesdropping on the neighbors' chat, recruiting a cat to tease a dog or something.

"Come back. When are you going to Miaogan Mountain?" Hu Qijiu said, she pondered that as long as she didn't go to Miaogan Mountain, she could still go out and play.

"Not necessarily, I heard it's behind." Lan He said.

"Oh..." Hu Qijiu's eyes fell on the birdcage, "Little Queer, did you buy it for me?"

Lan He: "This Xiao Song's is for entertainment, not edible."

"I didn't say I wanted to eat it." Hu Qijiu hummed, "Bring it to me to play with for a few days, I'm so bored, I asked you to leave your phone for me to play with the landlord, you don't want to. ."

Lan He: "I'm afraid you use my mobile phone to charge money to play games. It's hard to get a refund when I look back. Social news only says that minors who recharge money randomly can get a refund, but it doesn't say that a hundred-year-old woman who recharges money can get a refund."

Hu Qijiu: "..."

Hu Qijiu: "Then give me the bird to play with!"

Lan He looked at Song Futan.

Song Futan asked, "Do you know how to raise spirit birds?"

Hu Qijiu didn't say anything, just patted his chest, seemingly confident. Lan He thought in his heart that he was a Humen in Beijing, and he could also raise birds.

"Then you keep it for a few days, it will be dirty, be careful." Song Futan handed it to Lan He.

Hu Qijiu reached out and opened the curtain: "What..."

The bird said to her: "die..."

Hu Qijiu: "..."

Hu Qijiu: "See if I don't bring you right here!!"

"Then I'll bring it to you next time I record." Lan He got out of the car and waved to Song Futan, "Goodbye."

"...Goodbye." Song Futan also beckoned, saying these two words now seems to have a special meaning.

Lan He also thought in the bottom of his heart, what a goodbye, the goodbye in the past, don't know when to see you again, and the goodbye now, but there are really many goodbyes.

Lan He carried the bird cage and took Hu Qijiu into the elevator. Someone shouted outside, and he quickly held down the elevator.

"Thank you." The resident who moved in didn't know when, and came in with an Alaskan dog. The Alaskan is a sled dog, and it is very big. Once he came in, he was excited to sniff Lan He and his bird cage.

"I'm sorry, don't be afraid, it's just blind enthusiasm..." The owner dragged the dog to the side, but the dog was still unhappy and wrestled.

"It's okay, I'm not afraid of dogs." Lan He also reached out and touched Alaska's head.

Hu Qijiu glared at Alaska.

"Wang woo..." Alaska snorted and crouched back to the master weakly, resting his head on the master's lap.

Owner:"……"

God, when did this silly and bold dog show such a mood...

He couldn't help asking: "Does your family also have a dog?"

"No." Lan He glanced at Boring Lai, squatting at his feet, even petite than that of Alaska, Hu Qijiu. It's true that foxes are canines, but Hu Qijiu complained before that some people treat them as dogs. dog.

The owner: "I thought it was raised, and it has to be a very big dog, otherwise it won't be able to smell you and it will be like this."

Hearing this, Hu Qijiu squeezed to the side, and Alaska whimpered and shrank even further.

Lan He: "..."

... Her expression is quite smug, did you just hear the word "powerful"!

"Yanjing Sui Ji Ji" has not been recorded for a few days, so Lan He stayed at home to fold some ingots and make some incense, but it was not a maintenance fee, but was prepared to be burnt together at that time, attracting wandering souls, so that they could call them Don't mess around in the city.

Due to Lan He and Song Futan's reminders, Lao Bai and other errands had notified them that in the past few days, major religious places in the capital have also allocated staff to hold large-scale pujas, reciting scriptures day and night, and attracting dead souls.

Including Ying Shao next door, they all went to the ground to worship the lonely soul with their two junior brothers.

In addition to folding ingots, Lan He also fulfilled his promise and did what he could. With so many activities, he and his colleagues went to maintain the order of the ghosts.

The mages in the capital were also fortunate enough to meet the legendary impermanence, who had a grimace on his face and had "come all come" on his head. He didn't like incense and loved food, and he had a good relationship with a Northeast Gu Master who had been in the limelight recently.

More importantly, he is very prestigious in the underworld capital, and many ghosts have shown fear of him. Even Lao Bai and Yan San, who are more familiar to everyone, respect him very much.

This made the mages speculate whether Lan He had some background below, at least home... No, there is nothing missing in the grave, so no money, just food, the conditions are obvious.

Basically, people who eat underworld rice want to have a good relationship with the underworld, so they are very attentive to serve the food of the world.

Lan He took the opportunity to taste all the delicious food everywhere, and took Lao Bai and the others along with him.

Because of this opportunity, Lan He also got to know some of his colleagues, whether they were from the prefectures, the yin division in the same area, or the shackles in the Temple of the City God, he also dealt with Lao Bai and Yan San in the past.

"Let's go to Tianchang Temple tonight. They prepared crystal shrimp and crab buns for me yesterday. It's so delicious!" Lan He called a bunch of messengers. The red lanterns are connected in a row.

Although the ghosts eat a lot of meals and love incense, but it is also very good to try the food.

...

Cheng Haidong just finished his work, took off his heavy equipment, put plaster on his waist and walked back. His remote and expensive home is not far from the filming site. It is a waste of taxis, maybe no one will take them, and walking is tiring. He wondered if he could find a shared bicycle to ride on the road.

It was easy to find it. Cheng Haidong was riding leisurely on the street with no people and cars. He couldn't ride too fast with his physical strength. He just watched the traffic light in front of him turn green.

"Moving bricks, hey, moving bricks, hey, hey." Cheng Haidong only sang a couple of sentences, when he saw the traffic light jumping red, he thought that the traffic light settings here are too unscientific, how can there be enough time for so little time? Fortunately, There were no people or cars at this time.

But after riding a little further, Cheng Haidong found that it was not a red light at all... No, it was also a red light, but it was a red lantern. There are also several words on the lantern: Yin Cao Difu.

"...I rely on it." Cheng Haidong shivered, and as his courage slowly faded, he also saw that after the red light, there were more than a dozen red lights fluttering and swaying. If you look closely, you can see that those holding lanterns are clearly a large group of ghosts dressed in black, white or blue!

In contrast, it is the words on their lanterns, some are the underworld, some are the Yinsi of Dongyue, and some are the Temple of the City God...

It was not the first time that Cheng Haidong had seen a ghost. He swallowed, trying to calm down and learn from his friend Lan He. It's a pity that the physiological reaction can't be concealed, the legs are shaking, and can't ride the bike softly.

This clanging movement also attracted the emissaries, and the dead faces looked over one after another, and Cheng Haidong froze for a while.

At this time, in the middle of the shadowy mess, a ghost floated out, covering his face, with the words "come here" written on his hat, and came to Cheng Haidong.

Cheng Haidong recognized it immediately. Isn't this the impermanent uncle who saved himself once.

I'll go, I'm worthy of being the chosen son! Cheng Haidong thought to himself.

"Master Lan, it's me!"

"I know it's you." Lan He said.

He hadn't seen Cheng Haidong for a while, and he was busy. Who knew that he bumped into it here. Originally, he passed by without seeing it. Cheng Haidong also made a noise and said, "You still want to attract us when you see the shadow crossing the border. ?"

Cheng Haidong embarrassed: "I'm not careful..."

"Well, for the sake of having a one-sided relationship, you should go quickly, otherwise you will rush to my brothers, and you will be unlucky if you go back." Lan He urged, and the living person came into contact with the evil man and rushed to the place. , basically will be unlucky, not to mention so many.

"Thank you sir." Cheng Haidong scratched his head and said, "By the way, there seem to be many large-scale ceremonies in the capital recently. Are you also busy with this?"

Lan He paused. It seemed that some citizens noticed that the Fa conference was unusual recently, but there is no need to tell Cheng Haidong about this kind of thing, so as not to scare him, so he imitated Lao Bai and said coldly: " There are so many people who are willing to spend money to do things, what's the blame."

"Oh... I just haven't seen so many ghosts get together." In fact, it was the second time I saw ghosts, but there is no such scene in the legend.

Cheng Haidong always felt that he was a son of heaven, why didn't the NPC come out with more information?

Lan He: "You think too much, we will build a team today and go to the mountain."

Cheng Haidong: "..."

Lan He: "Let's go, don't look back."

Cheng Haidong's legs were still soft, and he pushed the bicycle and walked forward, but he still said blankly: "Impermanent Tuanjian also climbs mountains..."

...

Large-scale pujas were held all over the capital, and some people, including Cheng Haidong, noticed it, and vaguely felt that there were a lot of strange things heard in the capital recently. The bell of Juehui Temple rang once before. ...

But for most people, this kind of speculation is just another random rumor. Not everyone is so unlucky. Like Cheng Haidong, he saw a group of shady men cross the road to build a team.

On this day, Lan He went to Song Qiyun's studio to find Song Futan at the appointment. Before leaving, he habitually asked Hu Qijiu and Yi Ping to be more obedient at home. He didn't worry about the bird. Hu Qijiu was feeding well. , mainly to tell Hu Qijiu not to steal Yiping's glasses, and Yiping not to keep hurting Hu Qijiu's heart...

Due to the nature of his work, Song Qiyun doesn't spend much time every year in the office location of Song Qiyun's studio, as does Song Futan.

When Lan He entered the office, only Song Futan was in it.

"Director Song hasn't come yet? I thought I was late." Lan He was relieved when she saw him. Although it wasn't the first time she saw Song Qiyun, it was still very special to talk about the script, and she was a little nervous.

Song Futan looked at Lan He like a small animal, and trotted in again, with a smile in his eyes, "I'll wait for you here."

"Mr. Xuanguang has been waiting for a long time." Lan He usually escapes a bit in the underworld, and Song Futan is the only living person who knows his identity, so he often reveals it in front of Song Futan.

He handed over his resume jokingly and introduced himself: "I'm Dongyue Yinsi Xiaolai, 250 years old this year. I'm good at ecstasy, origami, fighting..."

Song Futan also cooperated: "Then what dreams do you have?"

Lan He: "I want to visit Dongyue someday..."

Song Futan: "..."

Lan He: "Pffhahahahaha!"

Song Futan also laughed, "Have you really never been to Dongyue?"

Your Dongyue Yinsi Xiaolai's dream is to go to Dongyue, and Song Futan wants to rub Lan He's head hard.

"Really, I also suddenly remembered that I've never been to Dongyue, whether it's in the underworld or in the sun." Lan He smiled. In fact, he would really like to see it if he had the chance.

Speaking of which, it is rumored that Teacher Xuanguang doesn't like to go out very much, and don't know if he is not interested in traveling either...

In fact, we can go together, Song Futan is very excited, but Lan He has been busy lately...

At this time, Song Qiyun had pushed the door and came in, "Lan He is here."

Lan He immediately stood up, "Director Song."

"It's okay, you are sitting, why are you a little nervous." Song Qiyun said very casually, "Relax, it's okay, let's look at the script, it's not in the formal preparation stage, and nothing has been decided. And I don't know about Fu Tan and You said it or not, this role is difficult to find, but it just so happens that you fit well, so just relax."

This is not the stage of casting at all, but due to the particularity of this time, the others can only be started after a small decision is made.

Lan He glanced at Song Futan. He remembered that Song Futan said that the role was very suitable, "Well... I'm just a little worried that I can't do it."

"I don't think so," Song Qiyun smiled, "I think you look a lot like Xiaolai!"

Lan He was stunned, "Huh?"

Song Qiyun: "Oh, Xiaolai is the protagonist's name. I think your temperament is very similar to his..."

Lan He: "..."

small? ? Lan He turned his head blankly, but saw Song Futan looking out the window, unable to see his face, but Lan He strongly felt that he should be smiling.

Song Qiyun shook everything out at once: "I originally said that there was no pear vortex in Xiaolai, but after seeing you, Fu Tan changed his mind and said that he could have it."

Lan He: "………………"

What can have, is already there!

Lan He came over and said in a low voice, "Mr. Xuanguang, you didn't tell me, it was written 'Xiaolai'!"

Song Futan coughed in a low voice, and was embarrassed: "You said you want to see it yourself, but I wanted to tell you last time."

Lan He was stunned at first, but now he wants to laugh after being surprised, Xiao Song used him as the prototype of the protagonist! Even directly using the name Xiaolai, it is no wonder that this role is suitable for him.

It is estimated that when I first wrote it, I didn't know that he was still alive. After he left his soul, he became a character under Xuanguang's pen. Thinking about this, it was amazing.

That Song Futan knows how to use it because he left a deep impression on him at first...

Song Qiyun still didn't know anything, he was looking down at the printed script, only to hear the two of them chatting, and they introduced them when they found them: "Luo Pin, one of the Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou, is called a five-point talent, a five-point talent. A ghost, he is best at making ghost paintings. He once made a painting called Ghost Fun Map. The protagonist of the story, Xiao Lai, accidentally entered the world of ghost fun maps, came to the underworld, and experienced all kinds of ghost things.”

It is written about ghosts, but it reflects the human world. Ghosts are like people, the only one, but they act like ghosts in people's hearts, jumping out of the way, even absurd.

Song Qiyun handed the script to Lan He, glanced at Song Futan, and said strangely: "What are you grinning for?"

Song Futan: "..."

Song Qiyun is exaggerating a bit, but he just thinks that his son's laughing frequency and radian are too high today, is he so happy to find Xiaolai?

Song Futan shook his head, the embarrassment in his heart dissipated, and looked at Lan He intently, he had already opened the script.

Lan He held the script and looked at it carefully. When he saw Xiaolai appearing, he stayed longer. He pinched the edge of the paper with his fingers and tightened it unconsciously.

In Song Futan's description, Xiaolai in the twilight of dawn made Lan He's heart beat faster and faster for some reason. The author writes his heart, so he is close to the world in Song Futan's heart...

Lan He quickly glanced at Song Futan, he and Song Qiyun were both looking at him, "Huh? How do you think Xiaolai?"

In front of Song Futan, Lan He was embarrassed, "Is it okay to see him appear..."

Song Qiyun immediately said: "How can it be okay? Lan He, I have high expectations for you, think about it carefully, we are super good since we were young! You have to look at him with this mood, understand the screenwriter's intention, feel His cuteness!"

Song Futan: "..."

Lan He: "..."

The author has something to say: Lan He: ...... Then, thank you?