Back on Wenyu Street, Luo Fan can still see those young people who are relentless in seeking to meet by chance.

He indifferently followed Feng Bugui into Jinbao Zhai.

"They're really patient!" Feng Bugui said with a smile.

"This matter will pass in a few days, don't worry!" Luo Fan said, turning around and calling Fat Dahai, "Fat Dahai, go and bring the tea that Lao Feng hid!"

"Hey!" the fat sea happily entered the room.

"You are really ......" Lao Feng was stunned for a moment, pointed at Luo Fan and shook his head with a smile.

Waiting for Fat Dahai to bring the tea from Lao Feng's collection, Luo Fan personally made tea for Feng Bugui.

"Lao Feng, that Li Jiahao and Master Huang should have a good relationship!" Luo Fan said, "Secretary Su said something today, saying that Master Huang doesn't take much work anymore, because Li Jiahao helped him when he first went to Hong Kong City, so he will help him when he needs help!

"I don't know about this, but, from what I know about Huang Xian, he is not the kind of person who is willing to be used by one person, unless there is a last resort!"

As the two were talking this, they saw a person wearing a hat, mask, and sunglasses walking in, and looking back and forth from time to time, a little sneaky.

After the man stepped forward and asked a few words, he brought the man over.

Luo Fan stepped aside, and after the man sat down, he took off the hat, mask, and sunglasses on his head.

It turned out to be that director Song Hui!

Luo Fan was a little surprised, and glanced at Feng Bugui.

The last time I saw him was when I was filming a few days ago, when Luo Fan saw that he had a black line on his forehead, and he would be unlucky for a few days.

Unexpectedly, he didn't see it for a short time, and the black line on his forehead turned into a black mist, which was obviously not just a matter of being unlucky for a few days.

"Last time I came, I didn't know you were Master Feng, what a disrespectful look!" Song Hui said, his face full of exhaustion.

"You're welcome, you...... Has something happened to you in the past few days?" Feng Bugui poured him a cup of tea, and Song Hui drank it in one gulp and gasped fiercely.

"This is quite evil!" Song Hui said after a while.

It turned out that when their crew was filming in Wenyu Street that day, Luo Fan happened to help him to avoid being smashed by the signboard above his head, and at that time, he just had something wrong with him.

Song Hui, who was dedicated to filming, took a fancy to Luo Fan and wanted him to play the second male lead in his next drama, but Luo Fan refused.

It's normal to be rejected, Song Hui didn't think much about it at the time, and went back to continue filming.

But later, things made Song Hui feel more and more out of control.

If he thought it was normal that a lot of things didn't go well before, what happened to him in the next few days can't be explained by a simple disappointment.

After the crew withdrew from the studio from Wenwan Street, there were problems with the props at first, the overhead light fell down, smashing a supporting role, and the food was all ordered from one family, and more than a dozen people vomited and diarrhea after eating.

Immediately afterwards, many actors said that they heard someone knocking on the door in the middle of the night, and there was a woman's cry, which made people a little creepy.

The haunting of the crew became more and more evil, and even many people retreated and asked the agent to come over to discuss the exit.

Song Hui himself did not believe in any ghosts and gods, and on the night after he reprimanded these people, he himself encountered "haunting".

"You don't know, it's really scary!" Song Hui drank another cup of tea, "Not only was there a knock on the door, but there was no one outside the door, and I really heard the cry, that sound was even more terrifying than the special effects of a horror movie!"

Luo Fan frowned, how could there be ghosts in this world?

At most, it is a place where the yin qi is too heavy, and too much yin and evil qi is gathered, and for people who are weak in the eight characters, it will be affected.

If these evil spirits invade the body, hallucinations and auditory hallucinations will occur.

But judging from Song Hui's performance, the incoherent speaker was obviously frightened, except for the unlucky appearance of the black cloud on his forehead, the whole person was wilted, and there was obviously black qi floating in his body.

"Did I bring the Five Emperors money I gave you?" Luo Fan suddenly asked.

Song Hui looked at Luo Fan and was stunned for a long time before he was taken aback, "You're not, you're not that ......."

"Yes, it's me!" Luo Fan stroked his hair that had been cut short, "My name is Luo Fan!"

"Oh, it's changed too much, I didn't recognize it for a while, you ......" Song Hui stood up and looked around Luo Fan twice, "It's too similar! It's so similar! That character is just tailor-made for you! After that day, you'll become a celebrity, and I also left a screenshot of the photo on the Internet, if you hype it up and make a movie, you will be an instant hit......"

"Stop!" Luo Fan heard this, quickly stopped him, and if he continued, he was going to drag him to make a movie again, "Let's talk about your haunting first!

"You know this, too?" asked Song Hui with some disbelief.

Feng Bugui said: "How did you find this place today?

"Oh, it was introduced by a friend, and he said that you helped his family see feng shui a few years ago, so let me come to you!" Song Hui said when he remembered it.

Feng Bugui nodded, "Then do you believe in Feng Shui?"

"If you don't believe it, you have to believe it!" Song Hui said with a bitter face, "In the past, everyone begged the Buddha and worshiped the Buddha, and I laughed at them, even when I started the machine to worship the sky, I followed their habits and rules, but I didn't expect that this time I really saw the hell!"

"Just believe it!" Feng Bugui pointed at Luo Fan and said, "Since you believe me, then don't doubt him!"

Song Hui looked at Luo Fan suspiciously, and Feng Bugui continued, "He is my junior uncle, he is better than me!"

This time, Song Hui was really shocked, "Really?"

"Then is there a fake?" Feng Bugui smiled, "Others can't invite him if they want to, and I also told you the truth because you had a fate before him!"

"Old Feng, you just can't see that I'm too comfortable at home, right?" Luo Fan also smiled.

This time, Song Hui really believed it, and hurriedly said to Luo Fan: "That's really good, since that's the case, please help me no matter what!

"Tell me first, when did your bad luck begin?" Luo Fan sighed, helpless in his heart, Feng Bugui always spared no effort to promote him.

"It started with taking this play!" Song Hui said, "It didn't go well at the beginning, the investor first invested, and then withdrew, tossed several times, and finally an investor was willing to invest, but the heroine was replaced by what they recommended!"

"Bring money into the group!" Luo Fan had also heard of this.

"That's right! I didn't agree with it, but the producer and others said that if they didn't agree, this drama might not be filmed, so I agreed! ”

"Isn't that bad luck?" Rofan reminded.

"Yes, I thought it was just unsatisfactory at the beginning, but from the beginning of the disobedience, it has not been smooth until now, either the car broke down and almost had an accident, or the family was sick and hospitalized, in a word, until I recently encountered a ghost, it all started from taking this play!"

"It's clear!" Luo Fan nodded, "It's late today, tomorrow, where are you filming now, I'll go and see first!"

"It's in the Jiangcheng Film and Television Base in the southern suburbs!" Song Hui hurriedly said, "I'll come and pick you up early tomorrow morning!"

"No need, I'll go over by myself tomorrow afternoon and call you then!" Luo Fan said, glancing at the fat sea who had been standing next to him.

Fat Dahai took out his mobile phone with a look in his eyes, "Director Song, add WeChat!"

"Oh, okay!" Song Hui hurriedly took out his mobile phone, he didn't care why Luo Fan didn't add it to him himself, so he became WeChat friends with Fat Dahai, and also added a phone.

"If the Five Emperors don't have the money on you, forget it, take this with you. When Song Hui was leaving, Luo Fan handed Song Hui a yellow talisman that had fallen into a triangle.

I had asked him about the Five Emperors Money before, but Song Hui, who suddenly recognized him, forgot to answer directly, Luo Fan didn't have to think about it, Song Hui definitely didn't believe much about this at that time, and threw it away.

Song Hui solemnly took it, put it in his wallet, and put it in his personal pocket.

He understands very well, Luo Fan didn't let himself come to pick him up, but also for unnecessary trouble, after all, Feng Shui is classified as feudal superstition in the eyes of many people.

After sending Song Hui away, Feng Bugui asked, "He's a little strange about this!"

"That's right!" Luo Fan nodded, "I noticed that day, he has a black line on his forehead, but that's just bad luck, many people are like this!

At five o'clock in the afternoon of the next day, Luo Fan drove to the film and television base in Jiangcheng with Fat Dahai.

Jiangcheng's film and television base is very large, and many crews are filming here, modern, costumes, eras, all kinds of buildings, and leaning on the riverside, it can be said that if it is not for special requirements, what type of movie you want to shoot can be met here.

I called in advance, and when I arrived at the door of the film and television base, Song Hui was already waiting at the door.

Luo Fan didn't get out of the car, opened the car door and let Song Hui come up.

"Luo Fan, it was haunted again yesterday!" Song Hui's face was ugly, and there were two dark circles under his eyes, and he knew that he hadn't slept well at a glance.

"Let's not talk about this for now, let's go and have a look first!" Luo Fan said.

According to Song Hui's instructions, Fat Dahai drove the car to the innermost parking lot of a Republic of China complex and stopped.

"Don't worry, the talisman I gave you will definitely be fine. Luo Fan said to Song Hui.

"Yes, I didn't sleep last night, I really didn't hear anything, it was other people who heard it, many people were clamoring to leave, I gave them a holiday today, and let them all go to the hotel outside, if it goes on like this, there is really no way to shoot this scene!" Song Hui's words were very helpless.

"It's still early, let's take a look around!" Luo Fan said.

"Okay, follow me!" Song Hui led the two of them to a small three-story building with a hotel written on it.

The small building has the same style as the surrounding buildings, and the crew lives in it nearby.

After the accident, Song Hui couldn't bear the pressure, so he told the producer about the seriousness, and then agreed to transfer everyone to an outside hotel.

Of course, the producers also put people here to save money.

It's good now, the money hasn't been saved, the play has been delayed, and I don't know how much money to waste!

However, there is no way to do it, because last night, it was the producer who "personally" encountered the ghost.