[Uncle Nine Fans] [Time Travel] [System] [Live Broadcast] [Easy and Funny] [Anti-Routine] [Pretentious Slap in the Face]
Soul travels through the zombie world. Others picked up a monster-killing system, but I picked up a live broadcast machine.
The system said: It must start before twelve o'clock tonight, the theme is: Real Ghost Hunting.
I said: OK, but I don't fight ghosts - I let ghosts come out.
The first order of the opening of Fuji Photo Studio was to help the proprietress of a rice shop shoot an exorcism ceremony.
Just as the ceremony was being arranged, the rice vat was overturned, and the rice grains spelled out two words on the ground: Shi Jian.
The barrage exploded instantly: [Director, where did you find the extras? This old drama is amazing] [The special effects team added chicken legs overnight]
Only I know - that's not a special effect, that's a real ghost leaving a message.
Then things got serious:
Ah Feng, a female troupe ghost, begged me to film her last scene before her death. Halfway through the play, the real murderer's soul was dragged into the stage by his own sins.
Thirteen girls from Wan Chai came to the door not to demand rent, but to buy shares.
Even Uncle Jiu came into my shop late at night and handed over a camera with a Maoshan seal from 1938: "It belonged to your grandfather."
I only believe in one sentence: you worship the talisman, and I worship the audience.
As much as the audience believes in me, I will kill as many ghosts as I dare.
At midnight, the system rang again.
——Peng, the ghost king of Nanyang's surrender, wrote a letter of war to Fu.
I closed the task list and smiled at the camera:
"Don't worry, sign in first."
