On the bustling street.

Bai Jinglan and his party were marching around all kinds of strange props on the road and headed straight to the haunted studio No. 9.

Dean, Sam, and Joe all had strange faces, suppressed their smiles, and glanced at the person in front of them from time to time.

On the left of Bai Jinglan is Toriya, and on the right are... two very interesting images.

A pointed-mouthed monkey cheek, like a fox's face, a pyramid-shaped hairstyle, and a short stature.

One has a rough appearance, a wide body and a fat body, and a big nose.

The little husband and the fat tiger.

Of course, it is the adult version of Xiaofu and Fat Tiger.

"Little Husband" muttered with a dark face, "White, I think you're targeting me!"

"There is no way. Who told you that you are so famous? I don't want to attract a bunch of reporters, and everyone who catches the tricks is known to everyone." Bai Jinglan spread his hands innocently, "Don't care, it's just a small illusion. I'll remove it for you when the work is done."

As a frequent visitor to gossip magazines, Stark is too noticeable. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he can only throw an alien spell on him and Hapi.

Stark was very dissatisfied: "Even if you want to change my image, can't you become more normal? What does this look like?"

I have to say that sometimes cartoon images can only be cartoon images, but once they are replaced by a live version, they often have a bit of terrifying atmosphere.

The "fat tiger" is actually fine, at least a normal person, but the "little husband" with a sharp mouth and a monkey cheek is a little overwhelming.

Too bad for the image!

Bai Jinglan comforted lightly: "Anyway, it's only a few hours, just try to experience a brand new life."

At this time, the door of Studio No. 9 had fallen.

Filming is in progress.

Although the crew suffered consecutive blows, the shooting process did not stop.

In order to avoid being disturbed by tourists, the doors of the studio will be closed during the shooting process.

Dean stood at the door and fiddled with the ghost tester: "EMF has not responded. I don't know if it's too far away or the ghost hasn't come out yet."

Stark glanced: "Child, what is that?"

Dean hurriedly replied: "Well, Mr. Stark, this is an instrument used to detect ghosts. Generally speaking, whenever there is a ghost, the warning light will flash."

Stark said with great interest: "Is this a technology product? Will those ghosts have some kind of wave?"

"Yes, they will spread electromagnetic waves, and whenever ghosts appear, the electromagnetic index will increase sharply." Dean nodded.

Stark took the aisle and said, "What do you usually use to exorcism and catch ghosts? Do you use magic?"

Sam replied: "We usually use salt and iron."

"Salt and iron can deal with the devil?"

Stark felt incredible. He thought it must be Bai Jinglan's incredible method, but he didn't expect it to be so ordinary.

Sam explained: "In many cultures, salt and iron have a special meaning to fight back evil things, but they have to be pure salt and iron."

"That means the alloy is not good?"

"Yes."

"That's it..."

Stark thoughtfully and prepared to collect information and design several exorcist weapons.

This is a completely new field that interests him very much.

At this time, the fat tiger-like Hapi put down his phone: "Sir, it's ready."

He said, and the door of the studio rose up.

Stark did not reveal his identity and could still make money to open the way, allowing the crew to open the closed door, saving Bai Jinglan a little trouble.

"Let's go!"

Bai Jinglan and Tolia walked into the studio, and Stark followed closely behind.

This is a studio specially used to shoot horror films. You can see scenes in various horror films: dilapidated wooden houses hidden by trees, cold moonlight sprinkled on the ground, gloomy and weird country roads, lake wells with white air...

At this time, the crew was gathering in front of a small wooden house, surrounded by dense forests shrouded by cold moon, and the environment looked gloomy and terrifying, but a large number of people were surrounded by lights and microphones everywhere. There was no music to enhance the atmosphere, which seemed a bit funny.

The group had just walked into the crew, and a man wearing a headset shook the drink in his hand at Stark: "Go and get me a glass of juice!"

Stark was shocked: "Me?"

"You are P.A, right?" the man said impatiently, "You are doing this and don't let you get it. Should I get it myself?"

Stark:('д')

"Fat Tiger" waved his hand: "He is uncomfortable, I'll get it!"

Dean smirked and asked his brother in a low voice: "What is P.A?"

Sam also lowered his voice: "Just do odd jobs."

Joe leaned over and said with a smirk: "I think this guy is miserable. If you offend Mr. Stark, you will probably be miserable in the future."

“…”

Stark rolled his eyes in anger when he heard their conversation.

"Don't hire such people in the future!" The man muttered to the person who was hanging the assistant director's sign next to him, and glanced at Toriya, his eyes lit up, "This girl is very good, is she also an actor in the crew? Why have I never seen her before?"

The assistant director was stunned: "I have never seen it before."

A girl with such a good temperament will be unforgettable, whether she is an actor or a drama, but he does not have an impression.

Dean hurriedly replied: "We are...uh, people from Stark Group, come and visit."

The man frowned and said, "Stark Group? Are you planning to not play with arms and be ready to enter the film and television industry?"

Stark couldn't help saying, "Who are you?"

The man shook the ID on his neck: "Producer!"

No wonder he is so arrogant. In Hollywood crews, he basically has the highest status as producers. Unless he is a big director like Cameron, ordinary directors have to follow their instructions. You have to praise whoever you ask you to praise, and you have to kick whoever you ask you to kick.

"You're talking too much!"

Bai Jinglan was a little impatient, and slapped a talisman over and immediately made him shut up.

The producers are making noise here, and the shooting is still in progress.

The actress standing in the wooden house, holding a book in her hand, was muttering and chanting lines.

Lines are not the point.

The focus is on the content of the lines.

Sam looked serious and listened to the actress chanting, and said in surprise: "No, this is a real spell!"

Dean was stunned: "What?"

Sam pointed at the actress: "The Latin she reads now is a real spell. I have seen it in my dad's diary, which is a spell used to summon the dead."

It is equivalent to the younger brother of the top student, Dean is a poor student. He can tell a few words about Latin, but he really can't hear any difference.

Bai Jinglan shook his head: "It's indeed the Noble Sect's summoning technique, but it's not her who summoned the dead. She is just an ordinary person and has no ability to cast spells."

Sam said strangely: "But ordinary people don't know the real spell."

Stark glanced at him: "Boy, are you confused? She is just an actor who is chanting lines according to the script, knowing that the spell is obviously not her, but the person who wrote the script."

Sam rubbed his forehead and smiled bitterly, "I almost forgot this."

Dean said: "That is to say, the screenwriter is the one who summons evil spirits!"

“Not it.”

Bai Jinglan raised his chin and the screenwriter sat next to the director, "He is also an ordinary person, and I didn't sense the magical aura in him."

Stark held up black-framed glasses, glanced at the frozen producer, and smiled, "Maybe this guy can give us a reasonable answer."
Chapter completed!