Chapter 826     Ward Night Talk (2)

When I saw this script, Chen Liang didn't know the authenticity of the story.

However, there is indeed no such incident in history books.

But just like the stars in the sky, history is forgetful. There are so many people and things from the past buried in the long river of time, turning into dust, and hanging on the sky and being seen by people, in thousands.

Perhaps like many pasts that have not been recorded, this may be true, but because it does not conform to the values ​​of contemporary harmonious society, Chen Liang did not use this script at the suggestion of others, but it did not prevent the script from leaving a very deep impression on him.

He turned his head and looked at Gu Yanzhi's expression, and found that the girl was lying on her side, staring at him with interest.

"Continue, what's next?"

"Brother Jindewu: After reading your letter, I am very grateful for the ideas you gave me, but I am afraid I can't do it. First of all, I will not leave Kunzhou, because Yuexiang and I have spent the best time in my life in Kunzhou, and of course, the most tragic time in my life. I think if I leave Kunzhou and this mansion, I will die immediately.

Second, I will not invite the monk and Taoist priests who exorcized ghosts. If they are invited, they will definitely disturb Yuexiang's rest in the heavenly spirit. Therefore, I can only continue to stay and deal with the ghosts to the end.

Let me tell you that there are only the last five cats left, and the rest have been killed by ghosts. Brother Jinde, you won’t understand that the smell of Yuexiang is left everywhere in this ancient house. After ten years, this smell has not only not dissipated, but has become stronger. I always feel that Yuexiang is not dead yet. She is by my side, and she has accompanied me and spent ten years together.

I am still writing poems every night, writing poems that miss her. Sometimes the next morning, I actually find that there is another poem under the poem I wrote. It is Yuexiang's handwriting, or it is written so well, which corresponds to the one I wrote.

Yuexiang is by my side. Whether you believe it or not, she is by my side watching me. Yes, now, I am writing to you, she is next to me, she is telling me how to write, to be precise, she is now dictating it, I am writing it. Ten years ago, she was indeed dead, but ten years later, she is indeed alive again. Oh my God, how can I explain it clearly? In short, you will not believe it. In addition, I will tell you one thing. In Kunzhou City, almost every family is haunted in the present city of Kunzhou, and everyone is in panic all day long. Kunzhou City is like a small boat wandering in the sea, even more panic than when we were besieged for three years. The enemy back then was still human, and the enemy in Kunzhou is now a ghost."

Chen Liang said: "When I read the fifth letter, even though I was in the torrent of time, this person still felt a bone-broken chill. He almost didn't have the courage to continue reading. He always felt that Yuexiang in the letter was around him, behind him, at the door, outside the window, just watching him read these letters. At this time, the cousin of the history graduate student suddenly called: Which letter did you see? I know you are very hesitant now. I was the same as you a year ago. Since you have read so much, let's continue reading it. Remember to come to my institute tomorrow morning and see you again."

"He hung up the phone, struggled for a while, and finally opened the sixth letter.

Brother Jindewu: Just after reading your letter, you said that the twelve generals and officers who followed me to defend Kunzhou and were rewarded by the court have all died unexpectedly this year. This really hurts me.

You said that General Liu fell into the river and drowned when drunk in Chengdu. It was incredible. I clearly remember that General Liu had very good water quality, and he jumped in the waves in the Yangtze River. It was also impossible for General Li to hang himself on his son’s wedding for no reason. He would commit suicide with his cheerful and optimistic personality? And on those great days. What’s more, General Zhang was cut to death by his family and made into human meat steamed buns and cooked. The death of others was also very strange. They did not die in the war in the sea of ​​corpses and blood in Kunzhou. How could something happen one after another now, and almost in the same month?

Jinde, I am very worried about you, you will not be in trouble. Now I will also tell you a bad news, there is only the last one left in my cat, but it lives well and is a beautiful Persian cat. I want to protect it with my life, I swear."

"This kind of promotion method is quite novel. Why didn't you take it out?"

Gu Yanzhi asked.

With her rich film viewing experience, if this script is really shot, it should be a good suspense film.

"Because it does not meet the requirements, even if it is shot, it is very likely that it will not be able to be released."

Gu Yanzhi sighed.

"I really don't know what those old men think. This will prevent filming and that will seriously curb the development of our movies. Let's see what bad movies are now. Not to mention the West, just look at Goryeo next door. People are far away from us in terms of films."

When it comes to the boldness of filmmaking, Goryeo is really the best and dares to shoot anything.

"Why don't you give them some advice?"

Chen Liang joked.

"I don't have that ability."

Gu Yanzhi lay on the bed with his eyes open: "Why do you want me to mention it? The weight of your speech is much greater than mine. Can you fight for your filmmakers as you deserve?"

"If I go and mention it, wouldn't it be proud and proud?"

Gu Yanzhi burst into laughter.

"You're thinking very clearly, okay, you continue."

"He forced himself to endure the uneasy and the inexplicable fear and opened the seventh letter. Brother Jindewu: Kunzhou City is now trapped in a huge horror, and people are constantly dying strangely. New graves are everywhere outside the city, and men are dead. The whole city is full of the stench of dead people, and monks and Taoists are busy doing rituals.

But there is no evidence that a plague is spreading in Kunzhou, and the only explanation is that ghosts are caused.

But I am still alive, and my last cat, which is very well alive, sleeping in my arms every night, just like Yuexiang. After these days, I gradually feel that Yuexiang is indeed alive, and lives in this beautiful Persian cat. Yes, so now I can say that I have Yuexiang again. She will never be separated from me, we will be together forever. The wind blows, and the wind with the breath of death in Kunzhou City penetrates my room and sweeps through my body. Although it is midsummer, I feel a cold and bone-broken feeling. Retribution is karma, and no one can escape."
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