For the strange crow in the treetops, Fang Zheng had been paying attention to it for a long time.

Because at the beginning, he caught a faint wisp of cold aura on this black crow.

He didn't know if the Michelin fat master who was relied on by the director also noticed the strangeness in the crow?

So Fang Zheng remained silent, intending to wait and see the reaction of the Michelin master, wanting to test the true strength of the other party.

With the completion of this shot, the surrounding sky has begun to darken, and the crew began to return, and the crow actually followed all the way.

Fang Zheng seemed to be chatting with the local tyrant, but in fact, he did not take it lightly, and kept paying attention to the black-feathered crow.

But there was nothing wrong along the way, and nothing strange happened.

Dumb - Dumb -

The black-feathered crow followed the way, and its voice was terrible and unpleasant.

Just when everyone in the crew happened to enter the mountain village, dumb-ロ......

A stone broke through the air, and the crow's cry stopped abruptly in the middle of it, and its body fell from the treetops into a river that happened to flow outside the village.

"Bad luck, I thought I could add some roasted game to dinner in the evening. The Michelin master, dressed in a soaphorn robe taut by his fat body, twisted his fat body, and walked towards the village with a curse.

"Hey, buddy, I know you, you're the one who played the villain trick in the afternoon... Who... In short, your villain scene is very good and distinctive. As if sensing the gaze, the Michelin master turned his head to greet Fang Zheng with a friendly smile, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"Founder. Founder introduced himself generously.

The Michelin master smiled proudly: "Haha, come on, I'm looking forward to seeing your villain in the movie after the movie is released." ”

Looking at Michelin... Ah no, it was Master Wang leaving, and Fang Zheng glanced thoughtfully at the river outside the village.

After the crow died, the human skin scripture did not react, and did not absorb the gray breath......

Fang Zheng couldn't feel the crow's breath anymore, so he was sure that the crow was dead, but he didn't gain the gray breath... Is it because the ant meat is too small, and the human skin scriptures can't pick and choose?

It seems that this human skin scripture has not really been poor, and no matter how small the ant's legs are, it is still meat that can supplement protein.

After the crew returned to the village, there were already people distributing boxed lunches.

During the lunch, Fang Zheng overheard a few conversations between the director and the prop master and the Michelin master.

Recently, the crew has lost props and costumes every day, no matter how they take precautions, they still lose props and costumes every day, not lose batteries, and don't lose other valuables, but only lose props and costumes. Seeing that the prop master was about to have a nervous breakdown, and his eyes were so wide that he couldn't sleep like a toad's eyes in the middle of the night, the director was afraid that something would happen to the prop master, so he hoped to ask the Michelin master to help the prop master guard the props of the crew to see if he could catch this thief who only stole prop clothes.

The Michelin master immediately agreed, and the prop master, whose eyes were red all night, hurriedly thanked him happily.

In the dead of night, there are few lone stars.

It's a grey and cloudy day.

When the village was quiet, everyone had rested, and even the local tyrant next door came out with the sound of even breathing, and it seemed that he had fallen asleep, and he saw the square figure who had changed into a prop costume, along the sewage pipe on the outer wall, and landed on his feet silently.

Longtou Lake.

When Fang Zheng appeared in Longtou Lake again, a boat, a person, and the corpse collector really couldn't move, and was already waiting here.

At this time, the corpse collector's face was a little pale with excessive blood loss, but there was no abnormality on his body, but in fact, under his clothes, the corpse collector's body was covered with bandages.

However, under the dark night, everyone did not notice that the face of the corpse collector was wrong.

When Fang Zheng arrived, there was a silent person sitting on the boat.

Fang Zheng still found the innermost corner to sit down alone, just like yesterday, and waited quietly for the remaining two passengers.

Ten minutes later, the third passenger boarded the boat, and a fragrant breeze was inhaled between the chest and lungs with the cold night wind.

At this time, the three people on the boat are still all in the same crew's prop costumes, like a boatload of "militants" who are about to take a boat to do something.

The fourth passenger did not wait long before appearing one after another.

The passenger was still dressed in a prop suit, but when the others saw the fourth passenger, they looked at him curiously.

This is like a 180-pound fat man wearing an M-size prop suit, the meat on his stomach and thighs are strangled into sections by clothes... It's funny.

This is a big fat man.

When Fang Zheng saw the fourth passenger, the expression on his face under the prop helmet showed a somewhat strange look.

This is a funny scene, Michelin master!

The fat man's physical signs were so obvious that Fang Zheng recognized them at a glance.

If this funny Michelin master is here, who is in charge of guarding the prop master's warehouse?

Is this a self-theft by the guards? Fang Zheng silently mourned for the prop master.

Day and night defense turned out to be a house thief.

When the fat man boarded the boat, the little sampan was visibly overturned, but fortunately it did not capsize in the lake.

It's still four people who sit and sail the boat.

The corpse digger propped up the boat penny, and kept rowing in the ghost lake full of ghosts at night.

The fog was hazy, but it didn't seem to affect the view of the corpse collector, and the small sampan boat was following a specific trajectory, moving forward slowly, leaving a circle of ripples on the lake behind it.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, the movement of the corpse collector in his hand was paused.

The corpse salver's gaze kept staring in one direction on the White Mist Ghost Lake.

Several people on the boat also followed the gaze of the corpse collector, but the fog was hazy, and everyone saw nothing.

For a second... Two seconds... In about ten seconds, there was a blue glow in the white mist, which was gradually approaching from the left back side of the group.

Half a minute later, a small boat, a boatman, and a green-skinned lantern appeared only five or six meters away. At this time, it was clear that the boatman was dressed in a brown robe, wearing a hat on his head, and a pair of oars in his hands.

The boat was carrying a passenger.

Several people were five or six meters apart, silently looking at each other.

It's a human skin boatman!

Under the helmet of the prop suit, Fang Zheng glanced at the green leather lantern on the bow of the boat, and there was a cold light in his eyes.

But soon Fang Zheng noticed that there was actually a black dog sitting half-squatting next to the human skin boatman today, and the two eyes of the black dog were green and cold, staring closely at a few people on the opposite boat.

"Painted Skin Gao Family?!"

The first of the four passengers to board the ship gasped and let out a low exclamation.

Look at the human skin boatman on the other side, and then look at the corpse collector on his side, he learned about the whole story of yesterday, and he was worried that the two families would fight directly in the middle of the ghost lake?

Then they became a victim of the pond fish, and it hurt a little bit......