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"Do you have one too?" Lan He asked.

"Yes." Cheng Haidong rolled up his sleeves, revealing the five-color rope. "The boss also said that I already had the peace charm that Juehui Temple asked for, and when I went back last time, I still hit the bell to pray in Juehui Temple. But I still think that it’s better to protect them more like a child like me.

——In the past, Cheng Haidong's mentality has completely recovered, and he even treated the ghosts as drunk talks. About ten people have heard of his deeds.

"Let's go back and prove it to me. Today I still told Wu Bian about this and wanted to make material for her. She also said that I was bullshit." Cheng Haidong said that Wu Bian said he meant the playwright Wu. Ling, because Liu Liuyang has new ideas from time to time, she has also been on the set.

Lan He: "You tell people the blue and white impermanence, no one will believe you..."

Cheng Haidong straightened his body stubbornly: "I don't care... ouch."

His whole body was strained and his back hurt.

Cheng Haidong is a Steadicam photographer. The equipment is so heavy that ordinary people will feel uncomfortable during the day's work, not to mention his heavy workload.

"No, no, help me buy some painkillers. I've run out of them." Cheng Haidong said to Lanhe Road.

Later in the two scenes without Lan He, Cheng Haidong was different. After a short break, I was about to work again, and I really had no time to get the painkiller.

"OK." Lan He responded and went out.

There are also many shops in the film and television base. When looking for pain relief stickers, Lan He heard two girls talking:

"...That prop was bought specifically according to the original. At that time, I bought a few sets of spares, which are not antiques, but it seems to be a bit old, and it is not cheap. It cost thousands of dollars."

"Well, so now it is said that the ghost is an elegant ghost and came to Haoyantai."

"But I have already photographed a lot of inkstones. What should I do now, have I changed it and re-shot?"

"I can't help it... I can't find where I lost it. I don't know if it will stop working, it seems to be still tampering."

Lan He felt that they should be the legendary haunting crew next door, and he could help him out inadvertently. But Lan He didn't intervene, silently took things and paid back.

Lan He returned to the set and saw the screenwriter Wu Ling also in the distance. There was a girl beside him facing the sky.

Cheng Haidong, taking advantage of the gap between the director and the actors, said to Wu Ling, "Look at Wu sister, Lan He is back. I don't believe you asked me if I hit a ghost before!"

"Wu Bian." Lan He and Wu Ling greeted each other. As for the girl next to Wu Ling, he didn't know him anymore. He looked familiar, and should also be the crew of the crew. He only nodded friendlyly, and the girl also stared. He smiled.

Wu Ling said in amusement: "I am not unbelieving, I just think your version is too biased."

Cheng Haidong asked: "What is biased? Wu Bian, I ask you, do you know how Nuwa make up the sky?"

Wu Ling thought without hesitation: "Use colored stones."

Cheng Haidong shook his finger, "I have a friend in the north and told me that the legend in their village is that the northeast corner is not long and strict, and the Nuwa girl is stuck with the ice Lingzi, so the northeast is particularly cold, even the northeast wind cold."

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