The cold and pale moonlight shines on the weeds.

The trees are slim and the cold wind is sad.

The "Fat Tiger" looked nervous, her eyes flashed, her muscles were tense, ready to explode at any time, but she didn't notice that her breath gradually became clear, just like she was in the snow and ice.

The fat bodyguard was worried. He didn't want to join in the fun of this group of people, but his boss insisted on getting in, so he could only follow him honestly, walking in this ghost place, feeling like he was about to have a heart attack.

Stark turned his head and was sprayed with his face as he was breathed by the bodyguard.

He breathed in surprise and found that his breathing had also turned into thick white mist. He hurriedly asked in a low voice: "Is that evil spirit nearby?"

It is early summer now, and the fog actually forms in breathing, which is obviously strange!

"That's right." Sam lowered his voice and kept his eyes cautiously around him. "This strange phenomenon often occurs where evil spirits appear."

Stark: "Why can't you see it?"

"Unless the evil spirit appears on its own initiative, we won't see it." Sam paused for a moment, suddenly took out his cell phone, scanned it in front of him, "It is said that the camera can occasionally capture ghost shadows, so the cell phone should be fine...ah, I saw it!"

In his mobile phone image, a gray figure appeared in the depths of the gloomy woods.

It was a woman in pajamas, dressed in a weird way, standing in the deep woods, like an old photo from the 1930s.

Sam's voice lowered a little further: "I seem to have seen her. On the death list found, she was Alice Drummond, an actress in the 1930s. There was a scandal with a director. After that director had enough fun, he fired her, making her poor. So she hung herself on the beam of studio No. 9 while they were filming."

"No matter who she is, kill her!"

Dean took out "Light and Shadow". They used to load salt bullets in their guns, barely dispersing the evil spirits that were causing trouble, then tried every means to find the corpse of the evil spirits, poured them with salt and burned them with fire. They had not tried the real demon hunting pistol, so they really wanted to start the meat now.

"Wait!" Qiao immediately grabbed her and said dissatisfiedly, "She was just a poor woman who was played with by a man to commit suicide. After her death, she never thought of harming people. She was forcibly awakened and forced to kill people. We should punish the real murderers and let these disturbed dead rest in peace!"

Dean patiently explained: "Joe, no matter what happened before, after they were awakened, they have become evil spirits and must kill people before they can go back..."

"Hey, look there!"

Sam pulled Dean's sleeve off and pointed at the other side of the woods.

The other side of the grove is where the crew is located. At this time, the arrogant producer was holding his phone in his ear, saying something while walking into the grove.

Then, the corners of the female ghost's mouth opened and slowly walked towards him.

“Sir?”

Everyone looked at Bai Jinglan and waited for him to make a decision.

Bai Jinglan did not pay attention to the female ghost and the producer, but raised his hand and pointed to the elevated road next to the cabin, saying a little regretfully: "The unlucky screenwriter is there... Alas, I thought he was a black magician, but I didn't expect that he was a muggle, and he relied on props to play black magic."

This NTR screenwriter, like the Indians on Long Island, does not have the qualifications to perform magic. He only relies on the external force he obtained to use low-end black magic.

The Indians used ancient paper-cutting witchcraft, and the NTR screenwriter used the Noble summoning technique of ancient Greece.

Both are spells to manipulate ghosts, but the methods are clever.

Unfortunately, the NTR screenwriter was far less lucky than the Indians. The Indians accidentally got the Apollo Bow, but this guy could only rely on an ancient Greek amulet, and the level was very different.

"That idiot is going to follow the female ghost!"

Dean's eyes widened.

The female ghost who was originally invisible to the naked eye appeared at this time and could be seen without a mobile phone lens.

Her standard female ghost dress is not abrupt on the horror film set. The arrogant producer obviously didn't notice that something was wrong. He even expressed his opinions on the traces on the female ghost's neck, preparing to ask the makeup artist to re-add her makeup.

Then, the female ghost took off her pajamas in front of him, exposed her plump body, and turned around and walked towards the elevated road.

The producer who was greeting the makeup artist, immediately closed the headset and followed happily.

Although she looks like a female ghost, she does not have green faces and fangs, nor does she have any blood. Instead, she has a strange beauty like poppy, which is enough to make the chromophore hard all over her body.

"What a great figure, no wonder I can be kept!"

Dean subconsciously expressed his opinion and was kicked hatefully by Qiao.

Sam was not as unrestrained as his brother, and hurriedly said: "Most evil spirits will use their own way of death to harm people. This female ghost should hang the producer on the beam... We have to stop her!"

The Winchester brothers are very principled people. No matter how they don’t like someone, they will not be allowed to be killed by ghosts.

"It just so happens that I'll meet the NTR screenwriter. He will definitely be happy to see these guys who ruined his hard work die before his eyes."

Bai Jinglan and his group walked very quickly. When they reached the top of the elevated tower, the producer's foreplay was not over yet.

He was so excited that he obviously didn't notice that a hemp rope as thick as a thumb had quietly wrapped around his neck.

Hearing footsteps sounded in his ears, the producer took his face out of the mountain, looked at the group of people coming up, and didn't even see who it was, and shouted angrily: "Who told you to come up, get down!"

The next moment, the female ghost on the fruit turned around and kicked him down.

"Wow!!"

Before the producer could react, he had already fallen like a stone.

This is the top of the studio, which is five or six meters away from below.

The hemp rope was about three meters long. He fell from such a height, and the pulling force on his neck alone was enough to make him lose half of his life.

The Winchester brothers' faces changed, and they quickly jumped and grabbed the falling rope.

The female ghost let out a silent roar, her beautiful face turned instantly, her rotten skin, prominent eyes, and crawling maggots...

"Damn it!"

Stark turned around and vomited outside.

Hapi helped the boss to get along, and then couldn't help it, so he helped him to vomit.

The female ghost didn't care about their feelings, and rushed towards the Winchester brothers with her teeth and claws, as if she wanted to stop their rescue operations.

Toriya shook her wrist and took out the unseen sword, but Bai Jinglan reached out and held it down.

Such low-level little guys don't need them to do anything.

Well, that unlucky producer is not a good thing, he is too lazy to pay attention to his life or death, otherwise this guy would not have to experience this.

However, he did not stop the Winchester brothers. Anyway, this guy was played with by a female ghost, even if he saved his life, he would have to be removed, which was a considerable punishment.

Without Bai Jing's order, Qiao stepped forward in an instant, pulled out the samurai sword from his waist, and stabbed it through the female ghost's chest.

"ah!!"

The female ghost seemed to be wrapped in magma, and from the place where the sword was as centered, it was filled with fire in a blink of an eye, and in just two breaths, it turned into a bunch of flying ashes and dissipated.

"Who are you?"

A scream of surprise came from the darkness of the elevated road.

It was a figure who looked a little cringe-like, with a slightly fat figure, and he was not the kind of person who could attract attention at first glance.

"Walder Dixon?" Bai Jinglan looked at him.

He replied, "Yes!"

Bai Jinglan said lightly: "Wake these ghosts from death and let them kill people for you. This is playing with fire and burning yourself. Hand over your amulet!"

"Don't think about it!"

The screenwriter held the amulet tightly and shouted hysterically, "I have worked hard for many years. They took it away and destroyed it without recognizing it! Then, they asked me to smile and say thank you..."

Joe helped the Winchester brothers and pulled the guy hanging on the beam up.

Dean reached out to measure his breath and said, "Fortunately, there is still breathing."

Sam breathed a sigh of relief and raised his head and advised, "Dixon, this is just a movie."

The screenwriter gritted his teeth and said, "I have no grudges and grudges with you. You have nothing to do with this matter. I just want to take revenge on them. You guys go quickly!"

Immediately afterwards, he pinched the amulet and began to recite the mantra.

One by one, one by one, fierce spirits with terrifying faces emerged from every corner.

Stark, who had just felt more comfortable, looked around his eyes and started to vomit again.

He was just planning to study some equipment for detecting ghosts, but now hesitated... The images of these guys are really disgusting!

If you see too much, not only will you not be able to sleep, but you will probably not even be able to eat.

"Since you don't want to leave, stay here with them!"

The screenwriter waved the amulet and suddenly felt something was wrong. He looked down and looked at it... The amulet is gone!

Bai Jinglan held the amulet with his fingertips and turned around. The amulet suddenly disappeared. He shook his head and said, "I originally wanted to let you go, but unfortunately you are seeking death. Haha, since you summoned them, you should bear the cost of summoning!"

The amulet is the support for summoning evil spirits and is also a magic weapon to protect the summoner.

Now that the amulet has disappeared, the evil spirits who have been forcibly awakened must do the first thing they need to do is to swallow their masters.

"roar!!"

"Ho roar!!!"

A large group of ghosts roared and buried the screenwriter in, and screams suddenly echoed one after another.
Chapter completed!