Wu Heng walked to the window, opened it and looked out the window. The air by the river was filled with freshness.
Zhang Heku followed closely and came to the window.
"You have to prove that you have the ability to bend and stretch before I can trust you to carry the tripod. Then he will work for you."
"There is also the Internet rookie Gray Bear. He must also be invited. For this online live broadcast, it will be their two teams. This is a test and the company's prepared talents."
"I understand, uncle, don't worry!" Zhang Heku replied firmly.
Wu Heng finished arranging things for Zhang Heku and asked him to go back and continue to prepare related matters. He wore a suit similar to that of a foreign priest and leaned on a cane with a gilt handle. He came to a street and was waiting for someone.
An ordinary girl wearing a black sweatshirt and blue jeans, dressed plainly, with slightly messy short hair, carrying a shoulder bag, walked out of the house silently with her head lowered.
Seeing that the person waiting was already It Comes, Wu Heng deliberately slowed down his feet slightly.
When the girl was about to approach, Wu Heng, who was walking, suddenly raised his eyes and stared at the girl with a serious face, looking up and down.
When the girl got closer, Wu Heng even took a step back, as if trying to hide away.
Jiamin was looked at strangely by Wu Heng, thinking that there was something wrong with his clothing. He lowered his head and looked at his pants, then pulled on his sweatshirt, but found nothing wrong.
If the opposite person is a middle-aged man wearing ordinary clothes and staring at her with a lewd expression, she may think that she has met a pervert.
But the middle-aged man opposite him, who was neatly and cleanly dressed, especially with his solemn and harmonious aura, was staring at her with such cautious eyes, which made Jiamin feel that something was wrong.
The other party's look is like looking at a dead person.
Jiamin was feeling uncomfortable all over, when the middle-aged man's eyes across from him suddenly changed, turning into pity and sigh, as if he was pitying her.
Jiamin I don't understand how one person's eyes can express such abundant emotions.
"Hello, is there anything wrong with my outfit?"
Jiamin couldn't bear it any longer, so he took two steps forward and asked.
Wu Heng remained silent, shook his head slightly, his expression became helpless, sighed, turned around and walked out along the street.
This kind of expression change should not be too simple for him who has the ability to control his senses.
It's just that he was using a cane and his steps didn't seem to be very fast.
This made Jiamin even more furious inside.
As a young person, she was light and fast. She covered her shoulder bag with her right hand to prevent it from bouncing. She ran a series of trots with a breeze and caught up with Wu Heng, blocking him in front of him.
"Hello, uncle, why are you looking at me like this? Is there something wrong with me?"
Jiamin was a little at a loss, but she felt that if she didn't find out why, she would be on tenterhooks all day long.
"Alas!"
Wu Heng sighed, turned around again and walked towards the way he came.
"Uncle, just tell me."
Jiamin circled half a circle again and was blocked in front of Wu Heng.
"Baby, this is your life!"
Wu Heng seemed to have limited leg strength and could not get around this young man, so he had no choice but to speak.
"What? What fate?" Jiamin was shocked and asked anxiously.
She has always felt that her fate was unfair. She had killed her parents, and she had felt guilty since she was a child.
"You're going to die!"
Wu Heng sighed and said.
"How, how could it be!"
Jiamin was so frightened that he staggered a step and stood still.
"He was born with treacherous eyes and had four evil spirits in his life. He was a traitor to relatives and friends, and died young."
"And"
"And what?"
Jiamin's face turned pale, and she believed it, because she was indeed born to see those evil spirits, but she could only pretend not to see them. When she was a child, she responded to those evil spirits because she was ignorant, and ended up attracting It Comes evil spirits, which killed her parents.
"Son, have you promised something to others recently? Veins have appeared in your nose and your body has turned black. You are inviting death. Ahem."
After Wu Heng said these words, his whole body seemed to be short of energy and he coughed twice.
Jiamin's body trembled slightly, and she thought about it for a moment.
In order to save some money to support her family, she did agree to her high school classmate Qianqian to help her and her boyfriend Gray Bear film a video summoning Chair Aunt in the next few days.
When the filming is completed, she will be paid 10,000 Hong Kong dollars.
"Uncle, Master, can you help me? I never want to see those things, and I don't want to die either." Jiamin said with a cry.
Her arms were half-bent and sandwiched between her sides. Although she was standing, she felt helpless as if she wanted to curl up.
"You have to pay the price for escaping your destiny!"
Wu Heng said as if he couldn't bear it.
"I'm rich."
Jiamin hurriedly opened the shoulder bag necklace, and took out It Comes a handful of change from the inner compartment. At a rough glance, it was only a few thousand Hong Kong dollars, equivalent to more than a thousand mainland dollars.
She was afraid that her uncle would often beat her and her aunt, and rummage through her money, so she always carried all the family assets with her.
"This is not a matter of money, but a matter of misfortune and blessing. If you are lucky enough to survive death, your fortune may turn around."
"But if you choose to give up your own specialness, even if you remove the evil of fate, you will also lose sight of everyone. There are gains and losses. You have to consider these things."
Wu Heng seemed a little reluctant to help.
"I have long wished that I could disappear from everyone. Then my parents would not die, and I would not become an orphan and be fostered in my aunt's house. I don't have to think about it. Please, uncle."
Jiamin's tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, and she choked silently. She said these words without any hesitation.
"Oh, he is also a miserable child."
Wu Heng was really helpless, "Let's think about it for one more night. This is my business card. Tell me your decision tomorrow. There are still a few days before your death, so don't worry."
Wu Heng handed over a business card with only a phone number printed on it.
"Do you have any paper? I'll write something for you. You can prepare it."
Wu Heng asked Jiamin for paper and pen, and began to write: black dog blood, rooster comb blood, realgar, and gold thread
I wrote more than a dozen types in a row, and it was calculated to be close to 8,000 HKD. In other words, in addition to the 4,000 HKD that Jiamin had, he had to find a way to raise double the amount.
None of what I wrote is of any use.
Wu Heng doesn't care about the little money, but he knows that free things are always doubtful. Only if you pay and exceed the advance payment will you believe it.
Amid a series of thanks from Jiamin who was distracted, Wu Heng left the street, walked along the country path, through the grass, and came to an abandoned building. After observing it from a distance, he returned to the hotel.
That abandoned building was the abandoned factory building where six drug addicts were hanged. It was also the place where Golden Dragon Mage was killed by Ghost Master.
Golden Dragon Mage's apprentice Zhong Yanhuo has lived here since his master's death and used it as a dormitory.
Wu Heng took a look at it just to check out the location.
I returned to the hotel, turned on the communicator, and started to contact Little Sheep. It was time to use her.
Chapter 5, just checking for typos