This stone is called the image stone, there is a lot of space in it, some human cultivators join some magic circles, usually in the sect Dabi photo competition, and even pass on the exercises, this stone has played an irreplaceable role.

However, the stone in Yanyang's hand was tinkered with by the 'mad inventor' who didn't know how, and the image contained in it was not only larger, but also particularly clear.

If you compare it to a 'memory card,' everyone else is 100M, and it will be full in a day or two at most, while the one in his hand is 10G, think about the difference, and there is more than one image stone of this kind.

Yan Yang suddenly remembered the most popular sentence in his previous life: The folk produce masters!

I don't know if the human 'madman' is still alive, so I asked the eldest brother in a hurry.

Everything is ready, only the east wind is owed.

If he wants culture to change the relationship between the two races, Yanyang wants to spread it to the human world through making movies at the first time.

This 'evolutionary' image stone just acts as a camera, so what is lacking now is a good script.

What Yan Yang is thinking about now is to stop making humans hate demons and monsters, and if he wants to do this, Yan Yang thinks it's not too difficult, just let humans worship ghosts and monsters.

This kind of worship is not to incarnate one's own race, but to call it an 'idol'.

That's probably how it feels...

Because the races in the demon world are too complicated, and in order to create a good image of demons, Yanyang is currently thinking of the first demon in the minds of human beings - ghosts!

Yes, it's a ghost, a ghost, a demon, I'm afraid they are the two representatives they fear the most.

That's fine, the first movie script about ghosts that came to Yan Yang's mind was "A Chinese Ghost Story".

"A Chinese Ghost Story" must have been a well-known work of the Chinese people in the previous life, and it is not an exaggeration to even call it a household name.

The story mainly tells that Ning Caichen went to Guobei County to collect accounts, encountered heavy rain, and hid in the legendary Lanruo Temple to stay, but was rejected by the preconceived Taoist priest Yan Chixia, so Ning Caichen sneaked into the temple.

At night, Ning Caichen was attracted by a burst of piano music, and met the girl Nie Xiaoqian, Nie Xiaoqian suddenly revealed her murderous intentions, fortunately Yan Chixia arrived and saved Ning Caichen's life.

Nie Xiaoqian felt her integrity and fell in love, but was stopped by Yan Chixia, but Ning Caichen mistakenly recognized Yan Chixia as a murderer and wanted to escape with Nie Xiaoqian.

The old demon of Montenegro forced Nie Xiaoqian to kill Ning Caichen, Nie Xiaoqian refused, grandma ordered the demons to kill Ning and Xiaoqian, Yan Chixia appeared again, saved the two, and grandma was seriously injured.

At this time, Ning Caichen realized that Nie Xiaoqian was originally a wandering soul, and was controlled by his grandmother because his bones were abandoned in the wilderness, and he looked for strong men everywhere every night to attract yang essence for his grandmother, gain and prolong his life.

In order to prevent Nie Xiaoqian from being humiliated again, Ning Caichen promised to send his bones back to the countryside for burial, but was hindered by his grandmother.

Moreover, the candidates for "A Chinese Ghost Story" are mainly the ghost Nie Xiaoqian, the scholar Ning Caichen, the Taoist Yan Chixia and the thousand-year-old tree demon Grandma.

Yan Yang stood up and picked up a mirror on the table, the little marquis of the demon world in the mirror was no different from himself in his previous life, he was just as handsome and extraordinary, but it was a pity that he had to be a 'director,' guide the shooting, otherwise the role of Ning Caichen would be his own.

Moreover, regarding the Millennium Dryad, Yan Yang already has a candidate in his heart.

"Flower Spirit, go and call the corpse."

Yan Yang said to a blue elf who had just flown to arrange flowers not far from him.

The blue flower essence placed its hands on its chest, bowed its head respectfully, and slowly flew out upside down.

The flower spirits do not speak, and their job is to keep the temple fragrant for a long time, and of course, sometimes act as a herald.

Yan Yang also began to write the script.

When he thought of "A Chinese Ghost Story", Yan Yang felt that his memory was clear and terrible, not to mention that he had watched "Strange Tales from Liaozhai", and even every dialogue of the former movie characters he remembered clearly.

Is this the welfare of the traverser? This is forcing yourself to hang up!

Yan Yang took down a pile of white paper from the desk, the pen was not a brush, but a bit like a Western medieval quill pen, but the writing was like charcoal, so it was just right, at least not unfamiliar.

Yan Yang wrote the title of the script "A Chinese Ghost Story" on the first blank paper, and the corpse leader walked in with a stiff smile and knelt down in front of Yan Yang.

"I don't know what the little marquis has to tell the little one?"

"Corpse Boss, do you know how to act?"

"Acting, acting?" The corpse leader raised his head and looked at Yan Yang in confusion.

"It's acting." Yan Yang explained.

The corpse wanted to cry without tears, raised his dry hand, touched his face like tree bark, and looked at his master pitifully.

On its entire face, it is the eyes of the thief that can be used for spiritual activities, as for the rest, hey, it took a hundred and eighty years to bury itself in the ground to give birth to spiritual wisdom, and it would be good if this body of skin and bones did not melt.

But Yanyang doesn't look at it that way, the old demon of Black Mountain is originally a thousand-year-old tree demon, his face is similar to that of the corpse, his eyes are scarlet, and it is just right, and more importantly, the long hair of the corpse is too similar when coiled.

"I don't want you to laugh, I don't want you to cry, the expression you want is indifference, and the most important thing is to be ruthless, so that everyone is afraid of you, come on, come on, you send me a ruthless first." The more Yan Yang looked at the corpse, the more satisfied he became, it was not much different from the old demon of Montenegro in his mind.

"The small, the little ones don't dare." The corpse leader hurriedly said goodbye.

"Why, don't you listen to the master's words, and make me mad, just like facing those demon hunters of humans." Yan Yang gave an order, and the corpse was helpless, as long as he confessed, he took a long breath, his dantian sank, and his eyes became redder.

"Roar!"

The next moment, a chilling aura suddenly emanated from the corpse leader's body, the long hair was windless and automatic, and the poignant sound directly stunned the dozens of flower essences around him, falling to the ground like dumplings.

"Stop, stop, you're done." The scorching sun was caught off guard, and I felt that my eardrums were about to become deaf.

The corpse looked at the flower essence on the ground stupidly, and buried his head lower.

"Corpse Boss, now I'll give you a mission."

"Little Marquis, please speak!"

"Find me a group of the most beautiful female ghosts, especially the kind with long hair fluttering and moving, and I'll look at it specifically!" Yan Yang signed a warrant of his own, stamped it and handed it to the corpse leader.

Although the corpse leader didn't know what the little marquis had in mind, he quickly agreed to quit.

After the corpse leader withdrew, Yan Yang adjusted his mentality and continued his script creation.

Fortunately, the writing of this world is universal, which greatly reduces the workload of Yanyang.

"Ten miles of Pinghu is full of frost, and every inch of green silk is sad. Look at the moon-shaped single look at each other, only envy the mandarin duck and not the immortal"

After a while, the most classic poem in the movie jumped on the paper, and a good entry point can always arouse the reverie of countless people for the first time.