With the help of the Spiritual Administration Bureau, the Ghost Gate Village crew is rapidly taking shape.
A bunch of tents were set up here, and various crew members began to join the group one after another.
Many of them are exorcists and special commissioners of the Bureau of Spiritual Management.
The group of special commissioners of the Spiritual Administration Bureau is still very large.
They are all people who have experienced supernatural events, do not choose to be hypnotized, and want to understand the truth about the world, so they have become peripheral members of the Spirit Management Bureau.
The entertainment industry has always been an industry that the Spirit Management Bureau focuses on supervising.
Many practitioners have the status of special correspondents.
It is not difficult to specially borrow some to join the crew.
Now that the team is set up, all that remains is the script from Sun Haoran and Li Chen.
In a tent outside Guimen Village.
The exorcist trio gathered around a convenient stove, waiting for Wang Qi's live broadcast to begin.
"Were there tears of blood on the portrait?"
They already know what happened over Jiang Yu.
Linlin held a cup of hot tea in her hand, with doubts on her face: "Then the old lady is not really supernatural, is she?"
"It's hard to say." Xiao Gao adjusted his black-rimmed glasses, "Today is her seventh day. Even if she didn't have any obsession when she left, if something happened to make her unhappy during this period, it might still make her unhappy.
Produce supernatural..."
After birth and death, the living soul is derived, and the living soul will enter the underworld under the influence of the law of reincarnation.
However, during the forty-nine days after death, the connection between the living soul and the human world will not be immediately interrupted.
If something disrespectful happened in her mourning hall, it might still make her resentful and turn her into a ghost.
These forty-nine days are divided into the first seven, the second seven, the third seven...the last seven.
Among them, the first seven nodes are particularly important.
In the past, related folk customs arose because supernatural events such as corpse transformation and soul resurrection occurred at these points in time.
"But now, although the custom of worshiping the first seven people still exists, there have been no supernatural events at this time for a long time..." Xiao Gao finally said, with a somewhat confused tone.
"Did the old lady's family go too far and Brother Qi couldn't bear it, so he specially invited the old lady back?" Lao Chen guessed.
Xiao Gao shook his head: "Although Brother Qi is friendly to ghosts, he would not deliberately promote the alienation of living souls. Of course, the old lady's supernatural return of soul, I think there is still something to do with Brother Qi..."
Xiao Gao remembered some records in the archives of the Spiritual Administration Bureau.
For some powerful psychics, their actions and what they feel and see have special significance.
The old lady's nephew was disrespectful in her mourning hall and even damaged her urn.
Seeing all this with his own eyes, Brother Qi was equivalent to witnessing the sins of the old lady's nephew.
This kind of testimony increases the probability of the first seven reincarnations.
Just like the Lan Ying MLM live broadcast incident, Wang Qi personally put incense on the Guanyin statue, which greatly increased the spirituality of the Guanyin statue.
"Of course, since Brother Qi is here, there won't be any big problem even if the old lady comes back to her soul." Xiao Gao finally said.
Linlin and Lao Chen were a little puzzled by what he said.
But before they could ask, their eyes fell on the mobile phones in their hands.
"Brother Qi is on the air!"
Crash--
It will rain heavily tonight in Jiangyu City.
The lights in the mourning hall are dim.
The three of the Wei family sat together, and the three of Shen Jie sat together.
They were all a little afraid of the mourning hall and tried to stay as far away from the portrait as possible.
Fan Jing knelt in front of the mourning hall, and according to the custom of the first seven, threw a few pieces of paper money into the brazier from time to time.
In the evening, the portrait shed blood and tears. Fan Jing was scared at first, but she soon returned to normal.
He was actually the calmest person on the scene - not counting Wang Qi and Xiao Zhan.
The two of them have been very calm.
Even when it was time for Xiaozhang's meal after dark, Wang Qi called and ordered takeout, and they sat in the open space in front of the mourning hall and ate happily, not taking the blood and tears of the portrait seriously at all.
Others are not in the mood to eat.
Now Wang Qi has started broadcasting.
First, let me tell you the rumors about the cat-faced old lady.
Although this incident has not spread widely, there are quite a few viewers who know about it.
After all, most of those watching Wang Qi's live broadcast are also interested in these supernatural rumors.
"The cat-faced old lady is real, I still have the video!"
"When I saw the news, the videos had already been blocked..."
"Can you give me a copy of the video?"
"What other videos are you watching? Wait until tonight when you watch Xiaoqi's live broadcast and the cat-faced old lady appears!"
"I'm just afraid that the cat-faced old lady is afraid of Xiao Qi, so she doesn't dare to come tonight."
The live broadcast room is quite lively.
Wang Qi held the selfie stick and took pictures of the surrounding environment.
The camera also stayed on the photo of the old lady in the mourning hall for a moment.
The audience soon saw the urn placed under the portrait, which seemed to be a somewhat old iron box.
This immediately caused many viewers to question, why is the urn like this?
"Family, actually something unexpected happened in the evening..."
So Wang Qi briefly told the story about throwing bricks during the quarrel and accidentally smashing the urn.
Finally, he added: "On the portrait of the old lady at that time, two lines of blood and tears were shed."
"What the fuck? Really?" Many viewers were shocked.
"The blood and tears are indeed real, and they have been wiped away now." Wang Qi nodded.
Fan Jing, who was kneeling in front of the mourning hall, raised her head and looked over.
Wang Qi smiled and nodded to her, squatting down next to her: "Sister Fan, you were right next to the portrait when it shed blood and tears. What do you think happened?"
"What else could happen?"
When Fan Jing doesn't speak any dialect, her Mandarin is quite standard.
She glanced coldly at the Wei family: "They must have done something secretly."
At that time, Fan Jing's attention was focused on the urn, and the three members of the Wei family also crowded around the memorial table.
It was too easy to smear a few drops of blood on the portrait while she wasn't paying attention.
They also pretended to be scared. Who were they kidding?
Wang Qi first introduced Fan Jing’s identity to the live broadcast room.
Then he asked: "Sister Fan, do you think the cat-faced old lady is also their fault?"
"If not them, who else?"
Fan Jing snorted coldly: "They just want this house and want to scare me away by pretending to be mysterious, but I can walk and sit upright, so what should I be afraid of?"
When she said this, she thought of something and said to Wang Qi's camera:
"The old lady had kept the black cat for more than ten years. When the old man left, the old cat seemed to be dying, so she specifically told me to have it cremated together - just because I didn't want to bury the cat, I had to let it go with the old man.
Will the wife be cremated together?"
As he spoke, the circles under his eyes were a little red.
But there is still a bit of stubbornness on his face.
"Well, I still believe you on this point." Wang Qi quickly comforted him.
The audience in the live broadcast room was also infected by Fan Jing's emotions and expressed their support one after another.
Of course, there are also doubters.
After all, it’s about the ownership of a house to be demolished. There shouldn’t be too few drama stars these days...
When Wang Qi and Fan Jing were talking here.
The Wei family members squatting in the corner of the mourning hall were also muttering in low voices.
"Dad, grandma will not really come back, will she?" Wei Feng asked tremblingly.
"I've grown so old, how can I have such a thing as my first seven souls?" Wei Guohua whispered, turning his head to glance at the portrait on the mourning hall, "I think the blood and tears were Fan Jing's secret manipulation while we were not paying attention.
, if you want to scare us, there’s no way!”
"That's right, Fan Jing must have been the one secretly causing trouble." Wei Long also agreed.
He went to college and has relatively strong scientific views.
"But..." Wei Feng hesitated.
At that time, she could only watch the portrait shed tears of blood.
"Feng'er, please find a reason to go back first." Wei Guohua whispered again, gesturing to Wei Feng with his eyes.
The cat-faced old lady is actually them in disguise.
Wei Feng is similar in size to an old lady, with a hunched body, a mask, and the old lady's clothes, plus a recording of the cat's meow recorded on her mobile phone.
It's natural for people to be startled if they act blindly.
She plays the role of a cat-faced old lady and spreads rumors among the neighbors just to drive Fan Jing away!
Originally, there were reporters here today, so we were not planning to cause any more trouble.
But I didn’t expect that Fan Jing would secretly shed tears like this!
How despicable, pretending to be a ghost like us...
It seems that the cat-faced old lady has to show her face again.
Wei Feng was a little embarrassed, but thinking that she would get a share of the demolition money after getting the house, she gritted her teeth and agreed.
"Oops, I still have freshly dried clothes over there..." Wei Feng muttered and left the mourning hall in the rain.
They also rented a small courtyard nearby these days.
Seeing her leave, no one else in the mourning hall paid attention.
But Xiao Zhan, who was standing behind Wang Qi with a bag of spicy strips in his hand, followed him quietly with curiosity on his face.
The spicy strips in her hand were something she strongly asked the delivery boy to buy for her when ordering takeout at night - she also specified that she wanted the Weilong brand...
It's raining heavily and it's a little cold.
When Wei Feng ran all the way back to where she lived, she was soaked through.
She got into her room and pulled her suitcase out from under the bed.
After opening it, he took out the old lady style clothes and a black cat mask.
I was about to change clothes, but suddenly there was a "squeak" and the window of the house opened.
Wei Feng trembled all over and turned around to look.
The open window was still shaking.
"It was blown open by the wind..." Wei Feng said to herself and walked to the window tremblingly.
I cautiously looked outside. It was raining and windy at night, but there was nothing strange about it.
She quickly closed the window tightly and then breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he turned around and there was a "Gah" sound, almost frightening him.
At some point, a figure wearing red clothes appeared in the room.
She has two ponytails and her body is a little wet.
Standing next to her bed in front of her open suitcase.
"Yes, it's you..." Wei Feng looked carefully and realized that it was Xiao Zhan who was following Wang Qi.
Xiao Zhan looked at the cat-face mask, holding his chin in his hand with a thoughtful expression on his face.
"Why did you come here? You..." Seeing that he was someone he knew, Wei Feng felt a little relieved and walked over carefully to ask.
Did this girl get in through the window?
But Xiaozhang pulled out the shovel from behind his waist and slapped Wei Feng on the forehead, knocking her unconscious.
Fortunately, he dragged her to the bed.
Then he started to put on the old lady's clothes.
Take out the ear warmers and put them on your ears, then put the cat mask on your face.
“This role is very challenging!”
The girl whispered in her mouth, and the soul of the drama queen began to burn...