The sky is not yet dawn, breakfast has been served on the table, fritters, porridge, not rich at all, Ah Jiu is not outside, put a bowl of porridge and add half a spoonful of sugar to it, drink porridge and bite the fritters, the two ghosts next to the greedy are fascinated, there is no meat at all, is it used like this?

"We haven't eaten yet, you have to eat first. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info" Tianya came over and sat opposite Ah Jiu.

"I'm a man and a guest, of course I ate first, you see, didn't he eat it too?" Ah Jiu glanced at the resurrection who was picking porridge with chopsticks beside him.

The end of the world is speechless.

Ah Jiu asked again: "There are three women in the living room, in fact, both of them are busy, why are you sitting here?" ”

Tianya was speechless.

"Excuse me, let's sit down and eat." Ah Jiu stretched out his hand to greet Tian You, who was knocking under the egg.

Seeing Ah Jiu's eating appearance, anyone has a great appetite, as if the fritter porridge is really delicious in the world, and the two ghosts are even more greedy.

When Ah Jiu is full and the noodles are almost cooked,

Ma Xiaoling first took a bowl of noodles and fished an egg into it and served it to the two ghosts: "While it's hot, you two can eat a bowl together." ”

"Is it to give the ghost a ghost name first and then sprinkle it on the ground, I watched the TV in the middle of the middle of the soda for Meiqian."

"What kind of TV?" Ma Xiaoling also found a seat in the bowl of noodles and sat down.

"I, and, stiff, corpse, have, one, date, meeting." Resurrection mysteriously said the name of this TV series.

After eating, the sky was almost dawn, because Ah Jiu's ghost binding gourd was completely scrapped, and the two dead ghosts were each rewarded with a lucky star by Ma Xiaoling.

Bai Lingshuang, as Ma Xiaoling's only apprentice at present, was very honored to be assigned the first task by Ma Xiaoling, to borrow a video from the crew, and must ensure that Ma Xiaoling can watch this TV series before the sun sets.

Ah Jiu couldn't think of anything to do, so he accompanied Bai Lingshuang to the crew.

A middle-aged man in his thirties, who had no beard, was sitting on the table with serious engagement, writing something.

"Hey, are you the screenwriter of "I Have a Date with a Zombie"?" Ah Jiu pulled a chair and sat across from him and asked.

"yes, what's the matter with you?" The middle-aged man raised his head and asked.

"Do you have the whole CD of "I Have a Date with a Zombie" there?"

"Yes, what?"

"Sell me one."

"Why?"

"I'm a big fan of this TV series."

"Really?"

"Of course it's true, I once wrote a million-word novel about zombie dating on the Internet, from the beginning to the end, and there were only a few subscribed readers, but I still insisted on writing this novel that barely made any money, and you said that I was not a die-hard fan of this TV series."

"Can I ask you three questions about the TV series, and if you can answer them all correctly, I'll give you this disc for free."

"It's a deal, you ask."

The middle-aged man thought for a while and asked the first question: "How did He Ermen die?" ”

This really stumped Ah Jiu, and he guessed wildly: "Died in the battle to attack the headquarters of the police department." ”

"The second question, whose reincarnation is Kim Jung-jung?"

"Xuanwu Boy."

"Who plays the Thirteenth Imperial Order?"

"It's you."

The middle-aged man smiled: "Three is right two, I can give you the disc, please wait a while." ”

Not long after, the middle-aged man walked back and handed a box of CDs to Ah Jiu, and stretched out his right hand: "Thank you for being so supportive, my name is Luo Thirteen, you can call me thirteen, you can come and sit often if you have time." Ah Jiu hurriedly stretched out his right hand: "I know, I know, I don't know screenwriter Luo Da there." ”

Bai Lingshuang was waiting in the sports car, Ah Jiu walked over and raised the disc in his hand, "Successfully complete the task, let's go." ”

At about ten o'clock in the morning, a white sports car stopped in front of the maintenance bar.

"Isn't this considered an overfulfillment, is there something to be rewarded?" Bai Lingshuang pushed open the door and raised the disc in his hand and asked.

Ma Xiaoling quickly grabbed the disc: "I don't have time to make lunch, come on." ”

Ah Jiu walked upstairs and saw this scene: "Even if you are reluctant to give material rewards, at least give you a verbal reward." ”

Ma Xiaoling put the disc into the DVD player, sat on the sofa opposite with her legs, and the first episode had already started.

I would like to dedicate this drama to a generation of zombie Dao Changmao Xiaofang.

The first thing that caught my eye was a puddle of seawater, and a few words were scraped over.

The editor-in-chief of the story, Luo 13.

Director, Zhang Haotian.

In the first episode, this story is purely fictional.

"Zombies, born from the resentment and filth of heaven and earth, are immortal, immortal, and immortal, and are rejected by the three worlds of heaven, earth, and man outside the six realms of sentient beings.

"Wandering, displaced, in the world, with resentment as strength, blood as food, with the blood of all living beings to vent endless loneliness."

"But physical nature is mutually restrictive, and since there are zombies as a disaster, there are righteous people who keep the right and avoid evil."

"In the north, there is the Ma family of the exorcist dragon clan, and in the south, there is a generation of zombies with long hair."

"Mao Xiaofang relies on the profound Taoism to break through yin and yang, taking the safety of all living beings as his own responsibility, and he is the nemesis among zombies."

"It's a pity that when the manpower is exhausted, Mao Daochang can't escape the pain of reincarnation, and the law returns to Daoshan, leaving a generation of chivalrous bones and wisdom, and singing through the ages."

"When the world is not chaotic, the mountain rain that is about to come has awakened the best among the zombies who have been sleeping for a hundred years, the mysterious zombie king and general."

The other two people in the living room also found a seat to sit down, Ah Jiu watched the last episode of Ah Ping's resurrection, and I haven't watched the previous episodes.

On the TV screen, the first thing that catches my eye is a woman who looks like Ma Xiaoling, who doesn't need to light incense and worship Mao Xiaofang in the grave.

"The world is in chaos, the demons are in chaos, Mao Daochang, the zombie king and generals have reappeared in the world, and Ma Danna, the contemporary heir of the Northern Exorcism Dragon Clan, swears to get rid of the generals."

"Inherit the legacy of Daochang Mao."

Ah Jiu immediately saw a lot of problems, no, Master Mao lived to the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, why did he let Lao Luo's screenwriter write it to death, besides, isn't Shigong's will to carry forward the Heavenly Dao School, what does it have to do with the generals, hey, what do I really do with a TV series.

After watching two episodes in one go, it's already twelve o'clock, Fusheng woke up and walked down the stairs, and Tianya, who has been working in the bar downstairs, has also gone up to the second floor, and the current working hours of the maintenance bar are from nine o'clock in the morning to three o'clock in the afternoon, this time is set by Bai Lingshuang, but the newly appointed proprietress feels that it is very necessary to change.

"What's going on for lunch today?" He asked.

Resurrection is a mortal, you have to eat, and the two zombies will not be hungry, but they will be hungry.

"Today, today, why are you still sitting here?" Ma Xiaoling replied and asked in surprise.

"Let's order takeout." Bai Lingshuang naturally took out her mobile phone. (To be continued.) )