Although Profound Sect disciples are proficient in wind and water, they rarely have the chance to go to the tomb.

The reason is very simple, this job is thankless, and it is easy to be cursed and retaliated.

Revenge of the curse is relatively simple, drawing on talisman paper can dissipate a lot,

The main reason is that it is easy to get into the game.

Therefore, despite experiencing many supernatural events in her previous life, Jian Ran went to the mausoleum for the first time.

At this moment, Lu Yanting already wore a hollowed-out gold crown on his head and a python robe on his body. He was standing in the center of the palace with his back to the camera. Following the assistant's action, his whole body was suddenly filled with aura.

Jian Ran glanced at the magnificent building, before he could appreciate it, he complained in his heart.

Why should he play King Zhennan and I play the dancer?!

And what a male dancer!

"Sheng Le, come here." The majestic voice sounded, rippling sound waves in the empty hall.

At this time, Jian Ran was wearing a bright red dress, with a belt around her abdomen, making her look slimmer, her waist was not full enough to hold...

He didn't move after hearing the sound, and then heard the next furious sentence, "Didn't you hear what I said?!"

"Slave is here." Jian Ran walked into the camera, showing a beautiful profile.

Yu Hong, who was on the monitor, was in a daze for a moment, and said to himself, who found the makeup artist?How could... draw him more beautiful than a woman?!

Sheng Le bent over and took small steps, walked up to King Zhennan fearfully, but was about to kneel down when he was grabbed by the neck,

"Give you a chance,"

"Say!"

"Who sent you here?!"

Lu Yanting didn't have much strength, but Jian Ran deliberately stood on tiptoe, leaving the camera with a look of difficulty breathing, "No, no one."

"The servant girl entered the palace voluntarily."

King Zhennan sneered, "Really?"

With a wave of his hand, Sheng Le fell to the ground in an instant, knocking his elbow on the bluestone slab. When he turned around, his brows were tightly frowned, and it was shockingly beautiful.

The thin red dress was loose, and the delicate collarbone came into King Zhennan's sight. The latter's Adam's apple was moving, and his voice became colder, but mixed with a hint of lust, "Take it off!"

"I want to search you!"

Jian Ran was startled, and said to herself, does the script have this paragraph?!

But the director didn't call out, he could only let Lu Yanting do his best.

"Do you want me to say it a second time?" King Zhennan's eyes dimmed, and a murderous intent flashed across his face.

Under the feudal dynasty, there was no room for slaves to resist. After all, outside the palace, there were hidden guards with knives everywhere.

Sheng Le endured the humiliation, took off his clothes, and his skirts slipped to reveal his smooth shoulders. He was about to burst out in love, but the figure of King Zhennan suddenly blocked the view of the camera, picked him up, and hugged him with his arms crossed.

"What are you going to do?!" Sheng Le panicked.

King Zhennan sneered, "I made a new coffin, you can try it for me and see how comfortable it is."

Jian Ran heard the words, and said in her heart that the plot was finally on the right track, otherwise, if she kept undressing there, could the General Administration pass the trial?!

Jiulong Tengyun's coffin was prepared in advance, and it was one-to-one high imitation of the couch where the Lord died.

As soon as Jian Ran was put in, he felt that the workmanship was very good. As expected of a well-funded crew, at least they could afford to hire craftsmen.

King Zhennan's evenly long fingers slowly stroked the texture of the coffin, his voice was cold and hoarse, "Sheng Le, after I die, you will accompany me in this coffin,"

"OK?"

Sheng Le's eyes widened in horror, and he shook his head desperately, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

"You don't want to?" King Zhennan looked crazy and paranoid, "You don't want to be in the coffin, or you don't want to be with me?"

Before Sheng Le could react, the lights in the mausoleum suddenly went out.

A gust of wind came from nowhere and made everyone tremble.

"Crap!" Yu Hong stood up and shouted hastily, "What's going on?! Who turned off the electricity?!"

"Hurry up and turn on the backup power supply!" The assistant echoed the command.

On the other side of the shooting site, there was the sound of banging and smashing things.

The pitch-dark mausoleum suddenly makes people feel creepy.

"What, what's the situation?!" Yu Hong thought of those haunted rumors, and his calf began to cramp. Fortunately, his assistant held his arm and turned on the flashlight to shine it on. Lu Yanting was still on the side of the coffin, punching hardwith.

"Brother Lu, what's going on, what are you doing?!" the assistant asked boldly.

Lu Yanting didn't raise his head, but continued to move, "The coffin is closed and cannot be opened. Where is Jian Ran inside?"

"How is it possible?" Yu Hong didn't believe it at all, "The lid of the coffin is made of foam, it's not strong at all!"

At this time, the light suddenly turned on again, and the staff who were busy looking for a backup power supply froze immediately.

Suddenly someone shouted, "The coffin is bleeding!"

"The ground is full of blood!"

Immediately there were screams.

Lu Yanting had obviously seen it, his brows were tightly frowned, and he turned his head and asked, "Where are the clothes I changed?"

"Where did you put it, bring it here!"

Yu Hong was so frightened, but the assistant was smart enough to ask the makeup artist.

"This, this, this," the make-up artist trotted to send it over, Lu Yanting turned his pockets directly, took out a few pieces of yellow talisman paper as if he was about to stick it on the coffin, but heard a "bang" in the next second.

A fist broke the coffin and revealed it.

Lu Yanting was only stunned for half a second, as if a taut string was broken, he rushed forward, holding that hand tightly.

"Hey, don't pull," Jian Ran's voice sounded from inside the coffin, "Wait for me to come out."

Lu Yanting quickly let go of his hand, stepped aside, and when Jian Ran jumped into the coffin wearing red clothes, he rushed up to hug him again, unwilling to let go for a long time,

"I'm scared." Lu Yanting murmured in a low voice, which seemed to be crying.

That's right.

Nightmare haunted, cursed chasing life, threatened by evil spirits, didn't feel afraid,

But the moment the coffin closed, he was trembling with extreme fear, and his palms were still trembling.

Hearing this, Jian Ran's heart moved first, then he raised his arms hesitantly, hesitating whether to comfort her, and immediately heard Lu Yanting's obsessive voice, "Aren't you going to hug me?"

"I was worried about you for nothing just now."

"Cough, what can I do?" Jian Ran put his arms around, and lightly stroked Lu Yanting's back, "Don't be afraid, I'm pretty awesome..."

The two were still immersed in the rest of their lives, Yu Hong rushed over with his assistant,

"What happened just now?"

"Jian Ran, Lu Yanting, aren't you two playing a prank?"

"This is not funny!"

It couldn't be smashed open with that kind of force, but it was punched by the person in the coffin. No matter how you look at it, it feels unrealistic and illogical.

The assistant who squatted on the ground to wipe the red liquid suddenly stood up, "Director Yu, it is indeed blood, and it smells fishy!"

"Who made it?!" Yu Hong's face was extremely ugly, but he was still unwilling to think in a certain direction, "Could it be that the Bureau of Cultural Relics made it on purpose and wanted us to retreat?!"

Jian Ran let go of Lu Yanting, his expression was calm, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, it didn't look like he was trapped just now,

"Director Yu, you may not believe it,"

"King Zhennan told me that he doesn't particularly like self-righteous people like you,"

"I'm going to chat with you tonight."

Yu Hong, "...you scare me?!"