"Well, you also know that we are a big city, and we are never 'superstitious'. шщш.(vii) (ix) x.S.сом The update is so fast. "The fat landlord was 'made' back again and again by Beitang Xuan's strong sense of oppression, so he had to laugh dryly.

"Not 'superstitious'? When the haunted building was haunted, why did you ask the mage to set up an altar? "Beitang Xuan's tall body repeatedly 'forced' the fat landlord to retreat, and he stumbled and fell directly to the ground with a ball of 'fat' and 'meat', Beitang Xuan also snorted coldly and said goodbye to his face, "If the building is also haunted in the future, I see that your house will be returned after it is sold, and your head will be squeezed out by the 'fat' oil, don't you think about it in the long run?" ”

"Yes, yes, yes." The fat landlord nodded again and again with a bitter face, why does the Taoist chief care so much, and he also cares about his figure, don't they all ignore everything after receiving the money? And, the Taoist who talks super nastyly, are you sure you can get the business?

"Looks like a pig, 'fat' glances at ......" Balabala, Beitang Xuan continued to attack the fat landlord with a poisonous tongue, and the 'fat' face of 'Mao' Rongrong's solemn 'fat' face was a little cracked. He really wants to be a quiet beautiful man, why doesn't Beitang Xuan allow it. But fortunately, they are all fat, and Beitang Xuan only said that he was a dead 'fat' pig, and he was already merciful.

"Ah, let's start over there, Dao Chiefs, let's go over and have a look." The fat landlord was about to lose the will to survive by Beitang Xuan, and just heard the host start to explain what to do, and hurriedly pointed to Ruoling and the others, and then disappeared with a smoke, completely without the clumsiness of being a fat man. Wait a minute, maybe it's haunted, or run away.

'Strange, didn't you say that you were going to the ghost building to shoot, why did you choose here, could it be that Ju Linfeng was afraid and temporarily changed the content of the show? Ruo Ling curiously tugged at Duanmu Yang's earlobe, and only pursed his lips and snickered when he saw him trembling shyly. With the sun by his side, slightly teasing, the atmosphere will never be stagnant again.

Seeing that Duanmu Yang was already shaking, Beitang Xuangang's dissatisfaction with fleeing because of the scolding object also disappeared: "Duanmu, you really don't look like a man." ”

Then Beitang Xuan glanced back at Ruo Ling wryly and quickly turned around, leaving Ruo Ling with a generous back: "The show will not only have one episode, it is rare for them to come to the mainland, the framing cost is very expensive, of course they will add a few more games and shoot a few more episodes." ”

When you say that others are not enough men, don't be like a little daughter-in-law, okay? Ruo Ling chose to ignore Beitang Xuan's twisting, forget it, let's watch the show. Since the owner of the tomb is not there, the ghost building has also been sealed, and there is glass around him, let's watch the show leisurely.

Ju Linfeng had already changed into a set of black 'colored' shrouds at this time, and the program team had already spread out a straw mat in front of the grave, let him lie on it, and covered it with a dead man's bedding.

The staff put an iron basin on the ground and began to burn paper money into it, while another staff member who looked like a mage began to pretend to mumble beside Ju Linfeng, shaking the spirit bell in his hand.

In a nearby place, that is, the location of the fictional death 'door' of the program team, a mirror was placed, and the staff were waiting there. There was also a newspaper staff next to him who said in a cold voice: "Hanging a mirror in the place of the 'door' of death can turn it into a 'yin' and yang channel."

As soon as a spirit appears, the mirror begins to shake violently. And Ju Lin Feng will be taken as a companion to travel in the 'underworld'......"

Listening to the familiar conjuring ringtone, Ruo Ling didn't feel anything strange at all. By the way, the other party is just a staff member, so sleepy, yawn first.

"Ruoling, if you're tired, let's go home and rest." Beitang Xuan heard Ruo Ling's slight yawning at the tip of his ear, and hurriedly came up, but quickly turned his face away, "If you don't rest well, you will have a headache the next day." ”

......, I'm not sleepy, so let's keep watching." I really don't understand, whether Ju Linfeng has traveled to the 'underworld', how can the audience know, it's too easy to deceive. Ruo Ling pulled the corners of his mouth dryly, and his eyes fell on Ju Linfeng on the ground. Look, he's starting to tremble, and he's probably going crazy when he lies down.

Ju Linfeng originally thought that he would soon ask to get up in annoyance, but when he heard Beitang Xuan's words, he was completely annoyed, and he was so angry that his whole body trembled. He was still lying in front of the grave, and the damned mage dared to skip his shift, because his dog was sleepy and wanted to sleep. Raising soldiers for a thousand days is used for a while, and he actually wants to run away at a critical moment.

Beitang Xuanke didn't pay any attention to Ju Linfeng, who was pretending to be a dead man, but continued to twist his back to Ruo Ling and said, "Isn't this the case here?" I really don't know, obviously the host of a supernatural show in the past said that the content of the show was all fictional, and there are still people watching it. This time, I guess they will go to see it in the name of Xiaoxian's 'meat'. ”

I see. If Linggang said a word, he saw that Duanmu Yang's face was a little dignified, what happened? ’

"The place where they hang their mirrors is really the 'door' of death." Seeing that Ruoling nodded without understanding and pretending to understand, Duanmu Yang patiently explained as soon as he 'pumped' slightly, "Although it's not a good place to listen to it, it's better to explain the specifics." Qi 'door' Dunjia eight 'door': open 'door', life 'door', rest 'door', injury 'door', Du 'door', Jing 'door', death 'door', surprise 'door' have their own uses.

One of the most taboo is the death 'door', which is said to be the 'yin' and yang channel, if the 'door' of the house is opened in this direction, either the wife is separated or the sick and weak will die, otherwise it will be bankrupt and all kinds of misfortunes will happen. Like the grave's death gate, it is the passage for spirits to come up from yin and yang. ”

'Oh, I don't know much, but it sounds dangerous. Ruoling's 'flesh' head clicked twice, stupid and cute, so cute that Alice's nose was bloody, but she thought of Ruoling's vicious heart and endured the idea of ravaging Ruoling.

"......" Duanmuyang was stunned for a moment before reacting, looking at Ju Linfeng's direction, obviously changing the topic, "I don't know if it's the film crew or Ju Linfeng's bad luck, just find a position casually, it's really a dead 'door'." ”

It must be Ju Linfeng's bad luck, Huang Xiangdu said that his fate was passive. 'If the spirit pulls Qiu Nining, who has been with her all day, can you feel anything?' ’

"Yes, it looks like there's something coming up in the mirror of the 'door' of death." Qiu Ni replied expressionlessly.

'No, really? If Ling is really anxious about Ju Linfeng's luck and plays a game casually, there are so many people, the yang energy is strong, and the spiritualist is also pretending, and he actually really recruits a spirit.

Hearing Qiu Nining say this, everyone began to be on guard, but Lan Meili pouted with disdain, this Qiu Nining, waited for his wife to ask before he spoke, he was really a 'selfish' and indifferent guy.

Lan Xijun's first reaction was to get closer to Qiu Nining's side, and after attracting its disdainful gaze, his heart was a little sour, he didn't want to hide just now...... Hmph, a 'female' ghost dares to despise him, it's really visionless. Whoever wants to protect it, it's a mage, you have to protect him.

A strong 'yin' wind blew, and the wind chimes hanging around the mirror of the dead 'door' began to "jingle bells", slowly blowing away the paper money in the iron basin. For a while, the black ash of the paper money drifted away with the wind, almost 'confused' everyone's sight.