No matter what secrets the teacher has, he will always be on his side.
By the river.
Hearing the screams, everyone got out of the tents one after another, and soon the entire shore was illuminated by torches.
The old village chief's heart was also pounding... He walked so fast and hurriedly that he almost fell.
As a result, when he walked next to Song Yu, he saw nothing.
As soon as I lowered my head, I was faced with a face that was swollen into a pig's head!
"Hiss!" the old village chief took a breath of air.
Song Yu:......
Everyone:......
Ling Yan slowly flicked his sleeves and stretched out his hand to apply some herbs on the person's face: "So...there is no ghost, but Mr. Song is so ugly by himself?"
Song Yu:^&%!$#&%
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Song Yu's face was caused by mosquito bites. After applying Lingyan's special plaster, the rotten pustules soon began to scab.
It hurts so much that it doesn't hurt. After applying the herbal medicine, it is still cold and very comfortable.
But the sad thing is that he did not wait for his female ghost in red.
No ferocious beasts appeared.
As if everything last night was just a dream.
Song Yu was still a little reluctant, but he knew that he could not continue to make trouble, otherwise he would be the one who would lose the most.
He took the initiative to admit his mistake to the villagers in front of the camera, and then ordered several more cars to pick up the program crew and others for free.
After installing all the filming equipment, the director found Song Yu at the entrance of the village.
"Mr. Song, I hope you can confirm where we will shoot the next episode tonight. Send it to me tonight at the latest. I have to book the tickets."
"Although you can't usually buy air tickets at special prices, don't worry, I will try my best to save you money." The director said sincerely.
Cough, cough, cough - Song Yu's breath that he just let down came up again, causing him to cough like crazy.
"No...the ticket is also mine?"
He just spent 200,000 to rent the venue, okay!!
The five-star hotel on the seaside in Nanhai costs 1,000 yuan for a group purchase, okay!
A hint of complexity flashed in the director's sincere eyes: "What if it's not?"
"Or if there are many cars at your home, we can also let you go by car. But it takes 18 hours from here to the South China Sea..."
"I personally have no objection, I just don't know what everyone will think after it's filmed?"
Song Yu:.
Song Yu gritted his teeth: "Buy! Buy a plane ticket! No, buy the most expensive one!"
Song Yu: "If you buy first class, we won't fly in business class."
Song Yu gritted his teeth and said, already thinking about how to let those trolls take the lead after the show is broadcast.
It’s hard to find good, honest and kind people these days, but there are dark villains who are jealous of other people’s fortunes all over the Internet.
Director: "Okay Mr. Song."
Hao Bufan happened to be passing by, and after hearing this, he added: "You don't need to buy me and Ling Bingbing, I'll go with my uncle."
Uncle?
Song Yu immediately thought of Hao Youqian that night.
He was so busy looking for a female ghost that he forgot there was a ghost!
Hearing this, he looked behind Hao Bufan, with a hint of coolness and coldness at the corner of his mouth: "Have you forgotten, Master Hao, that you no longer have the right to inherit the Hao family? That little aunt of yours won't take you with her when she goes out."< /p>
Hao Bufan smiled calmly and said: "As long as my surname is Hao and I don't do anything harmful to nature, we will be a family."
Song Yu: "Really? Mr. Hao must continue to work hard."
Hao Bufan nodded: "Of course, after all, I don't do anything wrong, and I'm not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night."
Song Yu's face was red and blue, he shook his sleeves and left.
Watching him leave, Hao Bufan turned to look in the direction of the Taoist temple.
Just as he was about to slide the wheelchair, the little Taoist priest ran out and stuffed a bundle into his arms.
"Master Hao, this is what my uncle asked me to hand over to you."
"What about others?" Hao Bufan took it with both hands and held it in his arms carefully, his eyes still looking into the distance.
Little Taoist: "Uncle Master? He is in seclusion."
Hao Bufan: "Retreat?"
The little Taoist tilted his head and looked at him strangely: "Don't you know? Grandmaster has to go into seclusion from time to time, especially on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month. He was going to go into seclusion on the fifteenth day of the last lunar month, but someone came from the mountain. , he didn’t retreat.”
Hao Bufan was heartbroken and subconsciously grabbed the little Taoist priest's shoulders: "What impact will it have on him if he doesn't retreat? For example, he will transform into a werewolf or something like that on the full moon?"
The teacher who is so elegant and elegant should not be a wolf, then maybe he is...
Become a girl?
Hao Bufan's heart was beating very fast.
"Donor Hao?"
"Donor Hao?"
"Are you okay?" Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, the little Taoist priest raised his hand and waved in front of him. When there was no response, he had to pat his arm gently with his hand.
The unfamiliar touch instantly brought him back to his senses. Hao Bufan's pupils suddenly enlarged and then shrank, and his long eyelashes drooped.
"I'm fine. Sorry, I just got distracted."
The little Taoist priest waved his hand calmly: "What a big deal."
After saying that, he held his chin with one hand and looked at his eyes seriously: "But Donor Hao, your face is so red, are you really okay?"
"Although my uncle is in seclusion, the master of the temple is still there. If you feel uncomfortable, he can show it to you."
"No, I'm fine. Maybe it's just a little hot. If I'm overheated, I'll leave first." After Hao Bufan finished speaking, he turned his wheelchair around and got in the car.
The little Taoist priest looked at his back and then looked up at the sky.
It’s almost winter here in the mountains. Donor Hao is still hot even if he only wears short sleeves?
He was full of doubts and shook his head in confusion.
It’s really hard for adults to understand these days.
......
At night, back mountain.
The old village chief came to the lake alone again and worked on the ugly rocks by the lake.
Not long after, a white figure floated out from the jungle in the distance.
It’s none other than Ling Yan who is in seclusion.
"Old Ancestor." The old village chief knelt on the ground and said with an annoyed look on his face: "This is all my fault. I didn't check the formation this month, and someone took advantage of it."
Ling Yan stood by the lake, looking calmly into the distance, and said without saltiness: "It's not your fault that we can't stop what's coming."
The old village chief did not raise his head: "Then you..."
Ling Yan: "You can go down the mountain."
"What!" The old village chief was startled at first, and then kowtowed crazily.
"Ancestor, I know I was wrong, please don't abandon us..."
"We have guarded this place for hundreds of years. This is our home. Where can we go if we leave here..."
Ling Yan waved his hand, and invisible power overflowed from him and flowed to the old village chief.
The force slowly lifted him up from the ground, making it impossible for him to knock down anymore.
"You misunderstood, I am not abandoning you."
"It's just that the time has come, you don't have to protect me anymore."
The old village chief was stunned: "But your body..."
Ling Yan: "It's okay. If you go into seclusion again, it should be fine."
Maybe God is helping him. He didn't interfere at all this time. Instead, Bingbing collected energy very smoothly, and he also got an interesting little thing...
Thinking of the little thing's look when we parted in the afternoon, the corners of Ling Yan's lips curved up.