Crow's mouth pierced into a cannon fodder vase [Through the book]

Chapter 61.Mother's husband

Without Yan Shu's death ray,
the next scene really went much smoother.

After filming,
Hu Sheng was about to go to the side to rest and wait for lunch,
when she saw Xing Lei, who was playing with her,
stood there with a deep thought and frowning, without moving.

Hu Sheng stepped forward curiously and asked him,
"Brother Xing, what's the matter?"

Xing Lei frowned,

"I always felt something was wrong just now, as if I was being targeted by something when I was filming."

He raised his head and looked at Hu Sheng,

"Do you think I should take some time to go to the temple to worship,
ask for Taoism or something?"

Hu Sheng: ...

Hu Sheng didn't expect that Xing Lei looked superstitious and superstitious,
but after thinking about her own background,
she felt that there might be ghosts in this world.

At this time, she regretted that she was enjoying life as much as she could when she first wore it.

She also didn't say that she tried to pick up the cultivation base of her previous life.

Although she is not afraid of ghosts or anything,
some dead ghosts are really scary. If you have a little practice,
even if you can't kill them,
you can at least try to make them look better, such as turning your face into a chrysanthemum or something.

On the one hand, it beautifies the environment, and on the other hand,
it can be regarded as a memorial to them.

Hu Sheng knew that in this world, chrysanthemums are used to pay homage to the dead.
She thought about it for a while.
Although such a scene is a bit strange,
it shouldn't be ugly.

But when Hu Sheng thought about it,
she felt wrong.

She had tried to perceive the aura of this world before, and basically there was nothing left.

This kind of living environment should not be able to breed any ghosts and other spiritual things.

"Did you have some hallucinations?"

Hu Sheng asked cautiously.

Xing Lei's expression was very calm,
his eyes looked at Hu Sheng like an ignorant mortal,

"Look, I knew you wouldn't believe me."

Hu Sheng: ...

Xing Lei sighed desolately,
walked aside muttering to himself and shut himself up.

Hu Sheng listened carefully,
and what he was chanting was still the Great Compassion Mantra,
in orthodox Sanskrit.

Ji Ding, who came to look for Hu Sheng, was not surprised,

"Grandma Xing Lei used to be a great dancer,
and sometimes he was a little distracted.
I don't know if his grandma has real skills, but he is really good at it.Evil."

"Is it normal for him to behave like this?"
Hu Sheng couldn't help worrying.

Ji Ding,

"Maybe he is normal if he is abnormal."

Hu Sheng: She should have understood this sentence...

"Let's not talk about him."
Ji Ding suddenly asked Hu Sheng gossipingly,

"Are you familiar with Yan Shu?"

Hu Sheng didn't realize anything from Ji Ding's expression at all.
She tilted her head and thought for a while,