Author: Ranyue

In the Flower Country, Xicheng, the heat is steaming.

There is a hint of coldness in the ancient Taoist temple.

There was a little girl standing in the courtyard. She stood in the middle of a strange rune. With her as the center, scarlet spread everywhere.

She lowered her head and looked at the strange things on her body, the short sleeves that exposed half of her arms, and the shorts that exposed half of her legs. A trace of confusion flashed across her pale face.

She lowered her head and looked at the runes under her feet. Others might not know it, but she could tell at a glance that this was the sacrifice formation.

So, she is really back. Someone made a sacrifice to bring her back, an old ghost who has been dead for thousands of years.

Just as he was thinking about it, a sentence came into Bai Qingwei's mind.

"I beg my ancestors to carry forward Qingfeng Temple again, don't let anyone look down on Qingfeng Temple, and - live well for me -"

Carry forward?

Survive?

"Bang bang bang——"

Bai Qingwei thought about those words and frowned. At this time, someone suddenly knocked on the door of the Taoist temple.

"Sister Qingwei, are you in there?"

A sweet voice sounded at the same time.

Qingwei...

He actually has the same name as her.

Bai Qing slightly raised his eyebrows, walked over, and opened the ancient Taoist temple door.

Also standing outside the door was a little girl in her late teens, dressed very strangely.

She was wearing a bungalow, with her slender arms and legs fully exposed. This was completely different from the clothes of Bai Qingwei's era.

Bai Qingwei couldn't help but look at her.

"Sister Qingwei, I knew you were here. We have to join the group for filming today. Let's go quickly. It's too late." The little girl breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Bai Qingwei. She was about to pull Bai Qingwei away as she spoke.

wrist.

Bai Qingwei subconsciously avoided it and asked calmly: "Who are you?"

Little girl: "..."

She looked at Bai Qingwei in astonishment and laughed dryly: "Sister Qingwei, don't joke with me. I am your assistant Xiao Tang! Although this drama asks you to play a person who died unexpectedly after losing his memory, it still doesn't matter.

If you haven’t come to the set yet, you don’t have to act.”

Bai Qingwei's eyes flashed with confusion, "Crew? Assistant? What is it?"

Xiao Tang looked frightened. Bai Qingwei's expression was too lifelike. She had never seen Bai Qingwei act so well before. It was just like the real thing. She muttered in her heart, "Sister Qingwei, stop scaring me and hurry up and join the crew."

Bai Qingwei looked at Xiao Tang. She was summoned by a sacrifice this time and had been an old ghost underground for a thousand years. She didn't know that the sun and the moon had changed in the world today.

The original body died as a sacrifice, and her soul was torn apart, so she had no memory of the original body.

She only knew that she was originally the only descendant of Qingfeng Temple, but she had no ability. In order to support the Taoist temple, she relied on her good looks to enter the entertainment industry and wanted to make a lot of money.

But I don’t know why, not long after entering the circle, he suddenly made a sacrifice and recruited Bai Qingwei.

Bai Qingwei doesn't know what the entertainment industry is.

Now it seems that this is a brand new era, completely different from the era she lived in before.

Now she can only take one step at a time.

Bai Qingwei looked behind Xiao Tang and said nothing.

Seeing that it was too late, Xiao Tang grabbed Bai Qingwei's hand and walked out.

Bai Qing followed Xiao Tang as quietly as a mountain, letting Xiao Tang lead him to the paper-making shop diagonally opposite.

Only then did Bai Qingwei notice that Qingfeng Temple was surrounded by a funeral street. All kinds of old traditional shops related to the funeral industry were on this street.

What Xiao Tang wanted to take her to was the paper-making shop diagonally opposite.

The crew that Xiao Tang mentioned is in the paper-making shop?

Bai Qingwei observed everything silently.

at the same time.

The air in the paper-making shop seemed to be scorching hot.

"What's going on? What's wrong with the video? Why does the tape always rewind automatically?" The director, wearing a fisherman's hat, tugged on his short sleeves and frowned, almost killing several flies.

He stared at the maintenance man next to the video recorder, a little impatiently.
Chapter completed!