Xie Qinci was woken up by the ringing of the phone.

Sleepy-eyed pressed the answer button, and said in a not very good tone: "You'd better have something to do." ”

He has a bit of a wake-up gas, especially when he is woken up.

Hearing the threat in Xie Qinci's tone, the other side was silent for a while before he considered his words and spoke: "Master Xie, the branch master of the 'Altar of Light' has passed away. ”

"If you're dead, you're dead, what are you doing with me......" Halfway through speaking, Xie Qinci suddenly reacted, he rubbed his hair and got up, "When did you die?" ”

The branch master of the Altar of Light, the pale man who helped escort him back before Xie Qinci, has been imprisoned in the special prison of the Dragon Group, he was fine when he came to Xicheng, how could he suddenly die?

Zhao Feng was very noisy over there, he walked farther away, and said: "I can't guess the specific time, it's very strange, when we found it, his body was frozen, and the temperature in the prison was normal, so it didn't freeze." ”

"What about the cause of death?" Xie Qinci walked briskly to the bathroom and washed his face with cold water to sober himself up.

"The preliminary judgment is that it is frozen to death."

"Freeze to death?"

"yes, I couldn't find any other fatal wounds."

The owner of the Altar of Light knows a lot of inside stories, and he has been trying to dig out more secrets about the Altar of Light from his mouth, but unfortunately the progress is not good, no one knows that he will freeze to death in prison so inexplicably.

"The real cause of death is definitely not freezing to death," Xie Qinci leaned against the sink, "I just left, and the person died, I really can't wait." ”

This time is indeed coincidental, the defense of the prison has always been the same as before, so it is not a little easier to do it today, the only difference is that Xie Qinci is not in Yanjing.

Hanging up the phone, Xie Qinci clicked on the dialog box with Zhao Feng and enlarged the photo he sent.

The pale man's body was wrapped in ice, maintaining the appearance of being dead, Xie Qinci looked at the photo carefully, and suddenly, his eyes paused.

He saw that the corners of the man's mouth that were sealed in layers of solid ice rose by a small arc.

It's a slightly mocking laugh.

Is it ridicule that no valid information comes out of his mouth?

Xie Qinci felt an indescribable weirdness in his heart.

A new day of filming begins.

Using the previous time, Director Lin almost finished filming other people's scenes, and now he is missing the protagonist.

Zhou Huaxu is almost recovered, he doesn't want to delay the crew too much because of himself, and after getting the doctor's permission, he will return to the crew as soon as possible.

Originally, a sprain didn't need to be cultivated for so long, but Zhou Huaxu's injury was very strange, every time he was about to recover, it worsened, and it dragged on until now.

Xie Qinci met Zhou Huaxu on the set.

The foot injury seemed to have caused him a lot of torture, he lost a lot of weight, and his face was not very good.

"Brother Xie." Seeing Xie Qinci, Shi Yangrong quickened his pace.

His face was much better, and Xie Qinci glanced at him: "Did you sleep well last night?" ”

"Sleep well!" Shi Yangrong's tone was excited, "I slept until dawn, and I didn't have messy dreams." ”

"Xiao Xie, you come over and play against Zhou Huaxu."

Director Lin's voice sounded from not far away.

"Brother Xie, go get busy, I won't bother you."

In the end, a lot of progress has been delayed, and the filming tasks arranged by Director Lin are very tight, but considering Zhou Huaxu's legs, the scenes in the past few days are all literary dramas, and he does not need to do strenuous exercise.

Zhou Huaxu is very grateful to Director Lin for his thoughtfulness, and he is very serious about shooting.

It wasn't until ten o'clock in the evening that Xie Qinci's scene was filmed.

"Brother Xie, I said that I would invite you to dinner today, but I didn't expect it to be so late." Ending the rivalry with Xie Qinci, Shi Yangrong touched his head embarrassedly.

Xie Qinci looked at Director Lin's newly planned shooting task list: "It's no surprise that these days will be very busy, let's make an appointment." ”

"It's okay, I don't know how to thank you for what happened last time."

"You've paid enough, and if you really want to thank me, you can introduce me a little more." After speaking, Xie Qinci thought that he already had a house and didn't need to save money to buy a house, but no one would think that he had a lot of houses, and he could also look at other houses.

Xie Qinci and Zhou Huaxu have a lot of rivalry scenes, except for Zhou Huaxu during this time, he has the heaviest shooting task, Lao Zang came over to look for it several times, and only met Xie Qinci for the third time.

"Master Xie, that person is telling the truth, that batch of antiques was bought privately by him, not on the surface, it is very likely that they came out of the tomb robbers." Lao Zang wiped his face tiredly.

For the sake of this batch of antiques, he ran up and down, and the filming of the crew was also delayed, and all the antiques in question could not be filmed, so he had to find new substitutes.

"Moreover, something strange happened to that man, and at first, he refused to tell me the truth."

Lao Zang is a very persevering person, and he is a difficult person in a certain way, especially when he believes in something.

The person who sold antiques to him was called Dashi, and the two met in an antique bureau, Dashi often had good goods in his hands, and Lao Zang was good at this, and the two gradually became familiar with each other.

Knowing that Lao Zang was going to make a film about antiques, Dashi enthusiastically introduced him to a lot of good goods.

After lunch, Lao Zang received a call from Dashi.

"Dashi, there's something good again?" Lao Zang is very skilled, and Dashi called him, most likely because he has antiques worth collecting.

"You guessed it, you are absolutely satisfied with watching it this time, isn't there still a few major antiques in your online drama that you haven't found? I think this time the goods are definitely okay. Oishi drank a little wine and spoke with a big tongue.

"You know I'm high-sighted, but it's not something casual."

"That must be."

The two made an appointment to meet, and Lao Zang couldn't take his eyes off the antiques that Dashi had carefully taken out.

The price given by Dashi was very fair, and Lao Zang immediately bought a batch at a large price.

At that time, he only felt that he had picked up a bargain, and he didn't know that this batch of antiques almost brought disaster to himself.

After the matter was resolved, Lao Zang vowed to seek justice for himself, and blocked the door several times, but Dashi avoided it.

He was also patient, squatted for a few days, and finally blocked the boulder that came out to throw away the garbage.

Oishi wore a brown cotton coat and a scarf and hat to cover himself tightly.

"Dashi, tell me honestly, where did those antiques come from?" After squatting for so many days, no matter how big the anger should be extinguished, Lao Zang thought that he would beat people up when he saw them, but in fact, he didn't do anything.

Dashi was pulled by him and staggered, but he didn't answer.

Not only did he refuse to speak, but he kept his head down, unable to see the expression on his face clearly.

"What the hell do you mean?" Lao Zang suddenly burst into flames, grabbed him by the collar and forced him to look up.

His movements paused.

"You...... What's going on with you?! Lao Zang let go in surprise and took a step back.

At a glance, his scalp was about to explode.

Dashi's face was covered with a dense layer of gray faces.

No, more precisely, like ghost faces.

Each ghost face was the size of a finger, huddled together, making the face extremely terrifying.

Dashi lowered his head for the first time, pulled his scarf, and covered his face.

"Since you see it, stay away from me."

Dashi's voice was hoarse, which was very different from Lao Zang's familiar voice.

"And because of the antiques?" Lao Zang stood in place, his voice trembling with fear.

"I don't know." Dashi's voice was very low, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't speak loudly, these were such simple three sentences, it made him break out in a cold sweat.

"It's probably that batch of antiques, and I'll just say there's something wrong with that batch of antiques!" Lao Zang hatefully kicked the roadside flower bed, "Have you found someone to see it like this?" ”

Dashi shook his head.

"I guess you don't dare to meet people, what are you going to do?"

Oishi was silent.

He didn't know what to do.

"You know what? I've had a strange encounter with me, otherwise why do you think I'd ask you about the origin of your antiques? Lao Zang said to himself, "I had some very strange dreams, and I was disemboweled, you may think, no matter how terrifying it is, isn't it just a dream?" ”

"No, I invited the Taoist of the Lotus Temple, and they said that I was entangled in something, and I was helped solve it in my dreams, but they were all injured in my dreams, and in the end, Master Xie helped me solve it."

Lao Zang carefully described the events of that day, from the appearance of strange dreams to the strange transparent golden-veined butterflies, he was immersed in his own memories, and did not notice that Dashi's eyes were becoming more and more focused.

"Is everything you say true?" When he finished speaking, Dashi asked in a hoarse voice.

"You think I'm going to lie to you about this?" Lao Zang asked rhetorically.

"If it's the old Zang I'm familiar with, no."

Yes, although they haven't known each other for a long time, they know each other very well, just like Lao Zang never suspected that Dashi would deliberately harm him before, and now Dashi doesn't feel that Lao Zang is lying to him.

"I didn't mean to hide from you, I'm like this, I can't see people, cough cough ......" said Dashi, making a violent coughing sound.

Dark red blood flowed down the corners of his mouth, Lao Zang was startled, hurriedly took out the paper from his pocket, and handed it over: "What's wrong with you?" ”

"I'm coughing cough cough ......"

"Forget it, don't talk."

After a few minutes, Dashi finally calmed down, and his voice became lower and more hoarse: "That master, can you introduce me for me?" ”

"Master Xie hasn't been in Xicheng recently, I'll take you to him when he comes back, you tell me first, what the hell is going on."

"You let me sort it out."

Why did he become like this, Oishi himself can't say.

It seems that when he woke up one morning, when he washed up and looked in the mirror, he suddenly found that there was an extra gray spot on his face, which he didn't take seriously at the time, and at night, the spot on his face was gone.

It was on the third day that I realized something was wrong.

When he got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, he casually glanced at the mirror, and he saw something quickly crawling over his face.

When I walked to the mirror to look, I was horrified to find that I had several more ghosts on my body.

The ghostly faces roamed around him like living creatures.

Dashi was so frightened that he smashed the mirror, and in the broken mirror, he saw more and more ghosts on his body.

"Ahhh!!!!hh