On the weekend, I was finally able to rest, of course, I had to sleep until I woke up naturally, and when I woke up with soreness and numbness, Yiyun yawned a long time and stretched his waist greatly.

I took my phone and looked at it: it's seven o'clock in the afternoon!

The summer night breeze is refreshing and pleasant, blowing the half-dead nameless flowers and plants on the balcony.

For a day and a night, the rice was not sticky, and Yiyun, who had just opened his eyes, was like a starving ghost, and his hunger made him tongue when he thought of any food.

His appetite tickled his stomach and intestines, and he could not lie down in bed for a minute, so he quickly jumped up, put on a pair of large trousers, put on an old man's shirt, wiped his face briefly, and rushed to the door with his slippers.

"Bang!"

Something smashed head-on.

Nima, information bag.

Wujiang on the outskirts of the city, an unknown demon.

Yiyun instantly became weak.

The quiet suburbs are covered with a touch of moonlight white, which seems quiet and serene in the middle of the night, full of poetic flavor.

Yiyun walked alone in the slightly desolate suburbs, and there was no one on the way, and on both sides of the road were patches of psoriasis-like vegetation, without the slightest color, and under the light of the dim street lamps, it looked particularly lonely.

"What kind of monster is this time?" Yiyun muttered as he scanned his surroundings, a muddy river full of garbage, and as far as the eye could see, there was a dilapidated pavilion not far away.

Yiyun walked over and took a look: Wujiang Pavilion?

Walking in, he saw that the wooden tables and chairs inside were covered with thick dust, Yiyun picked up a stone, scraped out a place to hurry, and lay there, regardless of anything else, first relax and then speak.

The scenery here should have been good before, Yiyun squinted, except for the stench that blew at any time, and the sound of hula from the broken pavilion overhead, it was particularly pleasant.

"Nima, that bird!" "Yoshiyun leaned over to wipe the disgusting thing off his arm.

The stars in the haze are like small orange lights in the thick fog. At midnight, Yiyun woke up to a commotion, and opened his eyes in a daze, to find that there were lights and some scattered tents around him, and there were no less than 100 people around. Some wore ancient soldiers' armor, and some carried video cameras......

What's the situation? Overnight stay? Filming? Yiyun got up and looked at the busy figures around him.

"Who's who...... It's just you, and you, you, you, and a few of you hurry up to change your clothes, and the shooting will start immediately. And who ......" A man in a peaked cap was commanding a dozen people in front of him, spitting everywhere, looking like he was pointing at the country.

It seems that it is really filming? How can this work, this is infested with monsters! Aren't these guys looking for death?

A few minutes later, a person held a clapperboard and shook it in front of the camera: "The second shot of the ninth scene of "Overlord Chase and Kill" starts shooting for the third time, Acting!"

Yiyun looked up at the sky, the bright moonlight became dusk and yellow, and the black clouds were about to cover the moon.

The clouds cover the moon, and the demon trail appears!

"Stop, stop, stop, can't shoot! can't shoot!" Yiyun was anxious, and hurriedly ran towards the crowd in three or two steps, shouting loudly as he ran.

The crowd preparing to film was stunned for a moment, looking at Yiyun who suddenly jumped out of the dilapidated pavilion.

"Ahh

"This scavenging brother, you're still here guarding so late!Can you give a way to live?" the bald man stood in front of Yiyun.

"You can't film here, at least not tonight. Yiyun first looked at it himself: Nima, he looks like a ghost now, it seems that those people are treating him as a scavenging tramp, and dozens of sturdy dragon suits are all standing behind the bald man in the vest.

"You are a mafia? You said you won't shoot if you don't shoot?" The man in the cap squeezed out of the crowd, stared at Yiyun in disgust, and then waved his hand: "Field notes, throw those leftover lunches to him, let this garbage guy get out of here!"

A tattered box lunch was handed to Yiyun, and the bald man raised his fist.

Nima...... Hey......" Yiyun took another step forward.

The bald man immediately glared at him: "What's the matter, garbage guy! give you a box lunch, hurry up, and then be long-winded, please eat bone and meat buns!" With that, the man clenched his fists fiercely at Yiyun.

At this time, the black clouds completely covered the entire Wujiang River, the moon disappeared, and the howling wind suddenly appeared, blowing the crowd in all directions, and the tents and camera equipment were staggered.

Yiyun hurriedly stabilized his body, and his heart sank: What a powerful demonic power! I didn't have the heart to pay attention to the group of people around me, squinting, staring at Wujiang for a moment.

The wind suddenly disappeared, and the noise of the crowd made Yiyun a little upset.

"Nima, be quiet!" Yiyun let out a hearty shout, and was stunned to suppress the hundreds of people, and turned to look at the wolf bèi unbearable people.

He shook his head helplessly, the milky white light in his hand flickered, quickly moved and jumped around the group of people, drew a few large circles, and then pointed towards the big circle: "Come over if you don't want to die, everyone is holding hands, all standing in these circles." ”

These people were completely confused by Yiyun's actions, staring at him like a psychopath.

"Who are you? Jumping around here, what are you pretending to be, who are you scaring about?" Neurotic!" The cap was the first to jump out, cocking his orchid fingers, and scolded in a strange tone.

"Leave him alone! Rearrange the set!" The cap paused slightly, rolled his eyes at Yiyun, and then crossed his hands on his hips: "You are such a nasty person!"

"Nima, what do you think of this director's demonic spirit, is he the monster you want to collect?" Yiyun followed.

"Hey, I hate it! What are you doing with people......!"

At this time, Yiyun saw a thick white fog slowly enveloping them from all directions, and the thick fog was mixed with a slight fishy smell, so he quickly reached out and pulled the director into the circle beside him.

"Hey, you!you!what do you want to do!" The cap reached out and pulled his shirt tight, looking like a little woman resisting indecency.

"It's too late to explain! you call the others in!" Yiyun hugged the director tightly, and without saying much, he took out his peachwood sword, swung it around, the tip of the sword thrust into his feet, and shouted at those who rushed over to save the director: "I say it again, hurry up and enter the circle, the poisonous miasma has begun to spread around here, and if you don't enter the circle, you will definitely die!"

"Poisonous miasma! Nima, why did you suddenly say this?" Yiyun's brain instantly short-circuited, and he could only curse secretly: "What kind of two lines are these!"

"Hey, you're so heroic, great man!" Yiyun noticed that he was still holding the demonic director in his arms, and the guy's wrinkled face was full of intoxication, a mustache trembling, and his eyes were full of yearning for happiness.

"Nima! Happy yearning for a hair!" Yiyun almost felt disgusted: "Whoever designed this paragraph, stand up, I will not kill him!"