Went bankrupt after admitting relatives, picked up garbage on variety shows and became top-notch

Chapter 224 Letting Ghosts Inquire
The embers of the flame were blown into his hair by a sudden wind and ignited.

Shen Yanyan exclaimed strangely: "Ah! The Taoist priest is on fire!"

As a disciple of the school, Ruoyuan has five senses, and he immediately felt a burning sensation coming from the top of his head.

Immediately he cast a spell and extinguished the fire.

Ruoyuan's eyes were filled with disbelief and anger.

How can there be wind?Where is the wind coming from?
If it's a fighting occasion, you really need to pay attention to the mystical skills against the fire talisman, but now that there is no one else here, Ruoyuan doesn't care so much about the details.

Ruoyuan raised his head and stared at Shen Yanyan, could it be that this girl did it?

Shen Yanyan smiled slightly: "Sir, although this is a haunted house, it is still an ancient building, and open flames are prohibited."

"Would you like to play with fire or go elsewhere."

Shen Yanyan stepped between the two of them, and then quickly unlocked and unlocked, closed the door, and pulled the bolt, his movements were as fast as a gust of wind.

There was a sound of closing the door with a "bang", and the two senior brothers and sisters couldn't believe their ears, they were actually shut down.

Ruochan looked at the piece of Ruoyuan that had just been burnt, and was very puzzled: "Senior brother, what happened to your talisman just now? You don't usually make such low-level mistakes."

Ruoyuan avoided talking about his mistakes, and changed the subject with a livid face: "What should we do now? Are we going to enter this house like thieves?"

Ruochan rubbed her chin and asked, "Brother, do you bring the spirit binding rope to bind ghosts?"

Ruoyuan nodded: "I brought it, what's the matter?"

Ruochan took out her mobile phone and showed Ruoyuan a blue water area on the map: "I heard that a water area in Jiangcheng is haunted by water ghosts recently. We captured this water ghost and put them in the haunted house."

"Use the curse to control it and see the situation for us."

Ruoyuan clapped his hands and praised: "Wonderful! I still have a way!"

After agreeing on the details of the plan, Ruoyuan and the two looked at haunted house No. 44 indignantly, then turned and left.

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After Shen Yanyan returned to the house, he took apart all the things he had bought.

She hugged her computer and couldn't put it down.

After having fun for a while, Shen Yanyan officially entered the working state.

She came to the stone table in the yard with her laptop in her arms. The environment in the yard was gloomy and quiet, but it was very suitable for studying and working.

Shen Yanyan first typed out the story of the hanged ghost's life story on the computer file based on the conversation record he had with the hanged ghost in the morning.

At first Shen Yanyan was still in high spirits, but after he typed a few lines, he became irritable.

Although her composition was always good when she was in school, most of the essays in the college entrance examination were argumentative essays, and she specialized in argumentative essays when she was in school.

But this memoir is different. If you want people to have the desire to read it, you can't write it like a running account.

This kind of online story writing is enough, excellent writing is the icing on the cake, and the story is the most basic part.

Shen Yanyan looked at the sparse lines on the document, and felt that he had underestimated the difficulty of writing a memoir.

Little Lingdang saw Shen Yanyan frowning: "Host, your problem can be solved by charging money."

"You can take a look at our system's script writing class. If you can't buy it, you can't lose money and you can't be fooled."

Shen Yanyan heard the sales pitch from the system: "Script writing?"

The system gave Shen Yanyan a sample of the content of the course, and the topic was about how to arrange the plot.

Shen Yanyan was watching seriously, the teacher was talking about the key part and the trial was over, and the next step was the paid content.

"How many."

"Eighteen thousand!"

Shen Yanyan gritted his teeth and spent [-] school coins, and the intermediary remuneration for introducing ghost friends to work had already consumed more than half of it.

But the harvest is not without. After listening to the first class, Shen Yanyan felt that he roughly knew how to write a story.

There is such a tip in the screenwriting class: When you have something in your mind, write it and finish it. Write first, and then modify it after writing.

Shen Yanyan also understands that it takes a long time to improve the quality of the story, and it cannot be done overnight after listening to the class this afternoon.

Shen Yanyan typed and wrote on the keyboard, and with this typing, it was time for dinner when the sun was setting in the afternoon.

It was the ghost friends who frantically hinted at her with bright green eyes that Shen Yanyan remembered that it was time to eat.

Looking at the densely packed text on his computer file, Shen Yanyan suddenly thought that if he could learn to write scripts and stories, create and act by himself, one person could be a team.

But judging from my current level, it still takes hard work and time to reach that point.

Shen Yanyan said to the ghost friends: "Just wait, I'll order a takeaway for you."

The hanged ghost stopped her: "No, no, no, no! Today we have prepared the dishes!"

"Usually you invite us to dinner, today we also want to give back to you, Boss."

When Shen Yanyan heard that the ghost friends had prepared dinner for her, her first reaction was not surprise but shock: "Well, where did you find the ingredients?"

The ghost friends all laughed but did not answer: "You will know after you come and see."

Shen Yanyan felt that what they said was even more terrifying.

When she came to the dining table and saw a table of vegetables on the table, all of which were green and vegetable dishes, Shen Yanyan understood, probably there was a vegetable garden in the haunted house, and they used local materials.

Mr. Ming prepared things like induction cooker and kitchen utensils for Shen Yanyan, but where did so many dishes come from?

Shen Yanyan picked up a plate of Chinese cabbage, and immediately a reminder from Jianbao sounded in his mind: "Celadon plate with phoenix pattern in the North Liang, market estimate: 33 yuan."

Good guy, whose cooking is served with antiques.

The ghost friends saw that Shen Yanyan looked at the dishes with a bad expression, thinking that she thought the dishes were not clean, and quickly explained: "Boss Shen, we have washed these dishes inside and out several times."

After finishing speaking, the ghost friend Cheng Mo on the TV handed over a pair of chopsticks inlaid with gold and jade.

Shen Yanyan felt that his treatment was comparable to that of ancient power ministers, and thinking of the emperor's confidant Xiao Lian that he was going to play in "Power Over Sixteen States", Shen Yanyan felt that he had already entered the role in advance.

Fortunately, the ghost friends also showed Shen Yanyan the results of their learning how to make milk tea, otherwise Shen Yan would feel like he was going to become a rabbit if he was a vegetarian.

There were ten dishes on the table, and Shen Yanyan felt that being able to cook each dish in a different and unpalatable way was even more awesome than cooking a table of delicious dishes.

But the eyes of the ghost friends were too enthusiastic, Shen Yanyan bit the bullet and ate a lot.

The hanged ghost looked expectant: "Is it delicious?"

Shen Yanyan swallowed the bitterness in his mouth: "You have worked hard, it's not that it tastes bad."

It is particularly unpalatable.

The hanged ghost was very happy: "No hard work, no hard work! These are all done by our former boss!"

Shen Yanyan, who was drinking milk tea, choked immediately, this dish is not poisonous, right?
"Why didn't your former boss show up?"

(End of this chapter)