Chapter 224: Let the ghosts attack

Author: Digging the little lotus

Chapter 224: Let the ghosts attack

The embers of the flames were blown to his hair by the sudden wind and ignited.

Chen Yanyan exclaimed sarcastically: "Ah! The Taoist priest is igniting!"

As a disciple of the school, Ruoyuan immediately noticed a burning sensation from his head.

He immediately cast a spell and put out the fire.

Ruoyuan's eyes were incredible and angry.

How could there be wind? Where did the wind come from?

If it is a battle situation, you really need to pay attention to the mysterious technique of fire talismans, but now there is no one here, Ruoyuan doesn't care so much about the details.

Ruoyuan looked up at Chen Yanyan. Could it be that this girl made it?

Chen Yanyan smiled slightly: "Sir, although this is a haunted house, it is an ancient building at least, and open fires are prohibited."

"If you want to play with fire, go somewhere else."

Chen Yanyan penetrated through the two of them, then quickly unlocked the lock and unlocked it, closed the door, pulled the door bolt, and moved as fast as a gust of wind.

The sound of the door closing sounded, and the brother and sister couldn't believe their ears, and they were turned away.

Ruochan looked at the piece that had just been burned on Ruoyuan, and was very puzzled: "Senior Brother, what's going on with the talisman you just now? You won't make such a low-level mistake."

Ruoyuan avoided talking about his mistakes, and his face turned pale and changed the subject: "What should we do now? Should we enter this house like a thief?"

Ruochan touched her chin and asked, "Senior Brother, have you brought a spirit-binding rope that binds ghosts?"

Ruoyuan nodded: "I took it, what's wrong?"

Ruochan took out his cell phone and showed Ruoyuan a blue water area on the map: "I heard that there was a water ghost in Jiangcheng recently. We caught this water ghost and put it into the haunted house."

"Control it with a curse to see what's going on for us."

Ruoyuan applauded and praised: "What a wonderful thing! It's better for junior sister to have a solution!"

After agreeing on the details of the plan, Ruoyuan and the others looked at the haunted house No. 44 indignantly, then turned around and left.

*

After Chen Yanyan returned to the house, he first took out all the things he bought.

She held her computer and couldn't let it go.

After having a secret fun for a while, Chen Yanyan officially entered the working state.

She carried her laptop to the stone table in the yard. The environment in the yard was gloomy and quiet, which was very suitable for study and work.

Chen Yanyan first knocked down the story of the hanged ghost during his morning conversation with the hanged ghost on the computer document.

At first, Chen Yanyan was still very excited, but after typing a few lines of words, he began to become irritable.

Although she had always written well when she was in school, most of the college entrance examination essays were used to test argumentative essays, and when she was in school, she also specialized in argumentative essay styles.

But this memoir is different. If you want to keep reading, you cannot write it like a book, and you must have inheritance and transformation and arrangement of the plot ingenious way.

This kind of online story writing is enough. Excellent writing is the icing on the cake, and the story is the most basic part.

Chen Yanyan looked at the few lines of words on the document, feeling that he underestimated the difficulty of writing a memoir.

Xiao Lingdang looked sad when she saw Chen Yanyan: "Host, your problem can be solved by recharging money."

"You can take a look at our system script creation course. If you can't buy it, you can't lose it or be fooled."

Chen Yanyan heard the system's promotion: "Script creation?"

The system gave Chen Yanyan a short lesson to the content of the course, and the theme was about how to arrange the plot.

Chen Yanyan was watching seriously, and the teacher was talking about the key part and it was over. Next was the paid content.

"How many."

"Ten eight thousand!"

Chen Yanyan gritted his teeth and spent 18,000 yuan to study coins. The agency’s remuneration for introducing ghost friends to work was consumed in one go.

But there are also gains. After listening to the first class, Chen Yanyan felt that he knew roughly how to write a story.

There is a tip in the script creation class: When you have something in your mind, you will be done with it. Write it first, write it before you modify it.

Chen Yanyan also understood that improving the quality of the story depends on long-term polishing, and it cannot be achieved overnight after listening to the class this afternoon.

Chen Yanyan typed on the keyboard, and this time it was the supper time when the sun set in the afternoon.

It was still the ghost friends who lit up their green eyes and hinted wildly around her. Chen Yanyan remembered that it was time to have a meal.

Looking at the dense texts on his computer documents, Chen Yanyan suddenly wanted to learn to write scripts and stories, create and act by himself, and be a team person.

However, at my current level, it takes hard work and time to reach that level.

Chen Yanyan said to the ghost friends: "Wait, I'll order a takeaway for you."

The hanged man stopped her: "No, no! We have cooked the dishes today!"

"You usually treat us to dinner, and today we also want to give back to you, boss."

When Chen Yanyan heard that his ghost friends had prepared dinner for her, his first reaction was not surprise but shock: "Well, where did you find the ingredients?"

The ghost friends laughed and refused to answer: "You will know when you come and take a look."

Chen Yanyan felt that their words were even more terrifying.

When she arrived at the dining table, she saw the table of dishes on the table, all of which were green and vegetarian dishes. Chen Yanyan understood it. It was estimated that there was a vegetable garden in the haunted house, and they were made of local ingredients.

Mr. Ming prepared these things for Chen Yanyan, but where did so many dishes come from?

Chen Yanyan picked up a plate of cabbage, and immediately heard a treasure appraisal prompt in his mind: "Beiliang Phoenix-patterned Celadon Plate, market estimation: 330,000 yuan."

What a guy, who cooks food with antiques?

Seeing that Chen Yanyan looked at the dish containing the dishes, his face was not very good, he thought she felt the dishes were not clean, and quickly explained: "Boss Shen, we have washed these dishes several times inside and outside."

After saying that, Cheng Mo, a ghost friend on the TV, handed over a pair of gold-inlaid jade chopsticks.

Chen Yanyan felt that his treatment was comparable to that of the powerful officials in ancient times. When he thought that he wanted to play the emperor's confidant Xiao Lian in "The Sixteen States", Chen Yanyan felt that he had already entered the role in advance.

Fortunately, the ghost friends also showed Chen Yanyan’s achievements in learning to make milk tea, otherwise Chen Yanyan would feel that he would become a rabbit if he only eats vegetarian food.

There are ten dishes on the table. Chen Yanyan felt that being able to make each dish in a different and unpalatable way is even more awesome than making a delicious dish on a table.

But the ghost friends' eyes were too enthusiastic, and Chen Yanyan ate a lot with his teeth.

The hanged ghost looked expectant: "Is it delicious?"

Chen Yanyan swallowed the bitterness in his mouth: "Thank you for your hard work, it's not very difficult to eat."

It's particularly unpalatable.

The Hanging Ghost is very happy: "No hard work or hard work! These are all done by our former boss!"

Chen Yanyan, who was drinking milk tea, immediately choked. Isn’t this dish poisonous?

"Why haven't your former bosses been showing up?"
Chapter completed!