Fame From Part Time Efforts Chapter 4

Lan He felt his soul being pulled out, and before anyone noticed he was dead, he immediately protested to Lao Bai, "I'm still working, can you not just take my soul away?"

People who have been in the underworld have always fallen down when they are told to, but Lan He feels that there is obviously room for improvement and the underworld is too powerful.

Walter White: "It's urgent."

Lan He: "What's the emergency?"

Lao Bai: "Give me some money to spend."

Lan He: "......"

...I was almost angry to death. If I had added "please", I wouldn't have sounded so unfilial.

Lao Bai said confidently: "I haven't received the handling fee agreed upon last time. I have spent all the money I was given."

So much money, and it was all spent? Lan He didn't know the specific purchasing power of gold ingots in the underworld, but he knew that ordinary people burned paper for the deceased, about four knives at a time.

The gold ingots he folded were of even better quality, but Lao Bai spent them too quickly.

Lan He thought about the family dramas she had acted in and couldn't help but say, "You treat me like an ATM."

Walter White: "It's a money printing machine."

Lan He: "......"

He said speechlessly: "Forget it, it's almost done. You can wait for me to finish the work here and go back with me to get the money."

Lan He spent the past two days preparing for the audition while folding gold ingots for Song Qinmin and Lao Bai. He even made some handmade incense.

A happy look appeared on Lao Bai's dead face again, which was particularly weird.

Lan He looked at the already somewhat chaotic crew and said, "Okay, let's talk about it later. I'm in a hurry!"

......

"How could this happen? No breathing, really no breathing!"

"Don't touch him, I'll call the emergency number!"

"Is it true that artificial respiration is not necessary? I have learned a little bit."

Lan He slowly opened her eyes and said (deliberately) with full energy: "I'm fine, no need to call an ambulance."

When everyone saw him wake up, their tense hearts relaxed and they even wanted to thank God. How could he speak in a dramatic voice after just fainting?

I suddenly lost my breath just now, and they were scared to death. They were afraid that something might happen.

How come... just talking about death makes it cold.

"Are you really okay? Why don't you go to the hospital? She just lost consciousness and her voice is weird." Wang Mao said worriedly. If Lan He is not in good health, he would not dare to use her no matter how good her acting skills are. The crew itself often works at a high intensity.

I was a little too strong just now, Lan He adjusted the position of her voice: "What's the matter? Didn't we just say that I would perform a death scene?"

Everyone: "............"

They were a little bit unconvinced of their own understanding, meaning, was that also part of the performance?

How is this possible! It’s over, it’s all over!!

His lips were white, and the color on his face was visibly gone. He couldn't feel his heartbeat with his hands, and it was obvious that his body would become stiff in a while.

Lan He felt that it was difficult for her, and she had to make up an excuse, "I... have practiced yoga, which is to control my breathing rate, and reduce it to a very low and weak level, so that it seems that I am unconscious, but in fact I am just performing."

Yoga? Does it have such mysterious functions?

No one could believe this for a moment... If they were told that Lan He had some strange disease, they might have believed it.

Wang Mao said suspiciously: "No matter how I call you, you won't wake up. Are you really not...dizzy?"

"The performance is not over yet. The dead have no reaction. I am just showing this state." Lan He glanced at the money-grubber Lao Bai who was still standing next to him, and said calmly: "Just now Harper touched me twice and said I was cold, and then Director Russell, you said..."

He told everyone what they had just done and said. After all, although he had just entered a state of suspended animation, his soul was actually still in the room. While talking to Lao Bai, he also took everything in.

After hearing what Lan He said, everyone gradually believed it, but their expressions were full of disbelief.

In all our time in the industry, we have never seen an actor play a corpse to this degree. If it was a little worse, they would have called an ambulance.

"I thought you were joking, but it's actually a real trick!" Wang Mao relaxed and thought of something. "I remember seeing something online before, saying that a foreign yoga master went into suspended animation for several years, was dug out and resurrected... I thought it was a legend, but it actually has a basis in reality. How many years have you practiced? Is it difficult to practice?"

Lan He said dryly: "It's difficult to practice. It depends on your talent."

"Awesome, awesome." The producer couldn't help but applaud. "It's so realistic, so amazing. If you ask me, if we cast Lan He in this role, we should shoot a long take just for his stunt. When his character dies, we'll shoot it right up close and see if the netizens can find his breathing."

Lan He: "......Hahahaha." He thought to himself, this means the producer is satisfied with him, right?

The producer's words made the atmosphere, which had been gradually relaxing, even more cheerful, and everyone started talking and brainstorming.

Wang Mao also laughed: "Lan He's body should be very flexible, can you do a split for us to see? Can your legs go around your head?"

Lan He: "............"

...Lying hurts others and yourself!

In fact, it is not impossible to split it if you must, but it may not be able to close again after being split.

Lan He forced a smile and said, "Those are just trifles. You've already seen the ultimate moves, why are you still looking at trifles?"

The man in the peaked cap took off his cap and said calmly, "This is indeed a great move."

Everyone else knew this person's identity long ago. Lan He accidentally saw his face and was stunned, "...Julian Liu, Director Julian Liu?!"

Given Julian Liu's fame, even if Lan He didn't search for him in advance or show him to any young person on the street, he would be able to recognize him.

Lan He didn't know much about it, but Wang Mao and Julian Liu were actually classmates before, except that one was filming a TV series and the other was filming a movie, so it was not surprising for them to appear in each other's crew.

Julian Liu was already somewhat interested in Lan He, and the death on the spot just now left a deep impression on him. He immediately said, "Your performance just now was good. I have a play in preparation. Do you want to audition?"

Lan He was excited. It was so rare that Julian Liu loved to use the old team and was able to use newcomers and took the initiative to invite them!

Before Lan He could say anything, Wang Mao immediately said, "Hey, is there anyone like this who can come to our crew to select people?"

Lan He immediately calmed down a little. Yes, he came here to audition Wang Mao's play today.

Julian Liu said: "Let's make an appointment another day. Let's add each other on WeChat."

Wang Mao: "......"

The producer suppressed his laughter and said, "Director Russell, Director Liu, please don't scare the kids. Don't be afraid, Lan He, the two crews may not have the same schedules, you should try out for the role, they are just old friends bickering."

In fact, they also knew that although they had not yet decided on the role, they only liked Lan He in the initial audition, and Julian Liu did not say what role he would audition for. But under the same conditions, everyone would choose Julian Liu and the movie.

At the same time, Lan He also knew that an intention did not mean that everything was settled. Based on his experience, it was possible that both of them would be empty. Now I am thinking about whether I should choose Julian Liu or Wang Mao. Isn't this just like when you were a kid and wanted to choose which top 2 university to go to, you are thinking too much...

He said honestly: "Thank you both directors for the opportunity."

As for Wang Mao, he has basically passed the preliminary selection. They should still consider it and seek the opinion of the chief producer, and may even request a re-examination before making a decision.

Julian Liu also added Lan He on WeChat, saying that he would send him a scene when he got back and arrange another time for an audition.

In fact, Julian Liu has not officially started casting yet, and is still in contact with the leading actors. It was just that after seeing Lan He, he felt that she was somewhat compatible with a villain in his new play.

Lan He's death scene aroused his interest, and the death scene he wrote for the villain also required a delicate and tense performance. Although Lan He went to audition for Wang Mao's play, Julian Liu felt that it was somewhat close to what he wanted.

Lan He doesn't look like a villain, and even looks cute when she smiles. However, the image of her in Julian Liu's mind is that her appearance has nothing to do with a villain. This creates a contrast, and this is another point that satisfies him.

But Julian Liu wanted to try again to determine whether Lan He was capable of completing the other parts of the role, so he gave Lan He a more representative scene.

......

After declining Director Russell's request to see the legs wrapped around the neck again, Lan He said goodbye to everyone and took the subway back. By the way, she also sent a WeChat message to the company to tell them about the situation. They took it very seriously and asked Lan He if she wanted to find a teacher for guidance urgently, but Lan He declined.

Standing next to him, Lao Bai said with emotion: "We were the only ones walking underground before."

There were a lot of people in the subway. Lan He leaned against the handrail, looking calmly straight ahead, as if she couldn't see Lao Bai at all.

Lao Bai once again witnessed his ability to play dumb, "Hey, is this what an actor is?"

Lan He took Lao Bai to her apartment, and met the tenant next door in the elevator, a man in his twenties or thirties wearing a double-breasted Tang suit. He moved here later than Lan He, and the two had been neighbors for more than half a year in an apartment with two households per floor. Usually, they were just nodding acquaintances and didn't even know each other's names.

"Long time no see. I thought you moved away." The neighbor recognized Lan He and greeted him with a smile.

Lan He pressed the elevator button and said, "I was on a business trip and just came back the day before yesterday."

He raised his hand, revealing a part of his wrist, with a circle of red on his fair wrist.

The neighbor took a glimpse of the scary-looking mark and asked, "Oh my, what happened to you?"

"It's okay, it's just a bit of a squeeze." Lan He said vaguely. There was no red mark originally, but he wrapped the soul-catching rope he was given here. After waking up, he found a red mark on his wrist. It wasn't swollen or painful, so it was okay.

When we were almost at the floor, the neighbor received a call and answered a few times, saying, "...Boss, it sounds like a fierce ghost, and it has already targeted you. It is obviously looking for a substitute... Well, it is very troublesome, and it will cost extra."

Lan He and Lao Bai couldn't help but turn their heads slowly and look at their neighbors.

When the neighbor saw him coming with a weird look on his face, he quickly covered his phone and whispered, "Don't be afraid, I'm a liar."

Lan He: "......"

Lao Bai: "............"

After entering the house, Lao Bai asked: "Is your neighbor also an actor?"

Lan He: "......How do you say that?"

Lao Bai said: "You clearly smell like a Gu ghost, but you pretend not to see me and say you are a liar."

Lan He is from Hunan Province. His mother is a Miao, but she has been highly sinicized. He himself is registered as a Han Chinese. Witchcraft was prevalent there before, and he often heard stories about Gu worms. It was not surprising, but he had never noticed that his neighbor was a Gu breeder. "He must be worried that I would be scared, or think he is crazy."

He didn't care much about what his neighbor was doing, and said to Lao Bai: "Stand still here, I'll go get some money."

Lao Bai wondered why they had to stand and were not allowed to sit.

Lan He took out all the incense made from the gold ingots she had folded. All the raw materials were bought with Song Qinmin's money.

Compared with the moldy and low-quality incense that Song Qinmin had enjoyed before, the incense made by Lan He is based on the old recipe left by his grandfather. The incense powder is a mixture of nanmu bark powder, sandalwood powder and Chinese medicinal material powder, which is stuck on straight bamboo and dried in the sun.

He piled the gold ingots and incense sticks in a basin and burned them.

Lao Bai was lying on the sofa, eating incense sticks, looking extremely enjoyable. This was... handmade, with a unique recipe, so delicious that it made him feel like he was floating in the air. After a long while, he finally spoke in a dreamy voice: "Please give me some more cattle and horses, it will be useful..."

"I can give you a discount, but you have to promise me that you won't summon my soul casually in the future." Lan He said.

Lao Bai didn't expect Lan He to agree so easily. This was much more difficult than stacking gold ingots, so he naturally agreed, "Okay, okay!"

Only after Lan He got an affirmative response from Lao Bai did she take the stack of yellow paper and fold it.

When Lao Bai saw the size of the yellow paper, he finally understood why Lan He agreed so easily. Generally, when a tailor makes paper cows and paper horses, he has to use bamboo strips as the frame and paste the paper into shape, which is very time-consuming.

But the method of changing shape actually lies in the spirit and the bone structure.

If the bone technique is mastered well, even a piece of paper can be turned into a cow or a horse, and the size is not important.

Although Lan He was not an expert at paper cutting, the paper in his hand was only the size of a palm, which he gradually folded into shape, making it much easier than an ordinary tailor.

---Lan He's grandfather used to do this to save trouble, but most of the time, even if it would save trouble, he would still make it bigger and more exquisite. Because in addition to serving the underworld, it also serves the face of the living world.

Lan He was folding the script Julian Liu gave him while thinking about it. He didn't know any perverted villains. He had seen a lot of movies and TV series, but he thought Lao Bai might have seen real ones, so he collected materials. "What do you think a pervert who disregards life usually has?"

"There are so many, evil people, evil ghosts... they are all different." Lao Bai crossed his legs comfortably, the cigarette swirled around and was inhaled by him, "It seems like I was ordered to catch a fierce ghost in the past. It harmed people when it was alive and did evil after death. Its body was full of blood..."

Lao Bai's expression gradually became more and more excited, and he finally said: "If there is a chance later, I will take you to see the evil ghost, and you will know."

After finishing the incense, he stood up, put away the gold ingots, and said, "I'm leaving now. Please bring it back to me."

For people in the underworld, "burn" and "take away" actually mean the same thing.

"Okay." Lan He originally just wanted to do some clerical work and didn't want to go out on field trips. But now that he had figured out the role, he wanted to go see it with Lao Bai again. What he learned from books was always superficial.

Lao Bai had left, and Lan He continued to fold paper cows and horses. Finally, there was only one piece of paper left, so she tore it up and folded it into a little donkey.

It's done. Lan He poured a glass of water. It was almost twelve o'clock when she heard a loud noise outside. Lan He's water spilled on the table.

What's going on? Lan He wiped the wet donkey with his hand, got up and went to the door to look through the peephole.

I saw the neighbor I met a few hours ago standing outside, his arm was covered in blood, his door was wide open, and I could vaguely see that the entrance was in a mess. The elevator door was opening and closing as if it was malfunctioning, and the lights were flickering.

Lan He looked at him calmly for three seconds, then asked through the door: "Hey, are you okay?"

He moved his nose and smelled a faint fishy odor.

"No, it's okay, I just fell! You don't have to come out!" the neighbor shouted.

Lan He: "I don't plan to come out, but if you keep making noise, I'm going to call the property management."

Neighbor:"......"

The neighbor's face looked a little distorted in the cat's eyes, or maybe it was really distorted.

He held onto the wall and tried to walk toward the stairs, but the elevator door suddenly opened wide and a dark green sleeve stretched out, pulling him in, leaving a trail of blood on the floor.

Then with a bang, the elevator door slammed shut again.

Lan He frowned. Green? New ghosts wear white, and they can wear colors after a long time. Bright pure colors like red and green are not simply worn out, they must be evil ghosts. Evil ghosts, he immediately thought of what his neighbor said in the elevator during the day.

Lan He turned around, took out a piece of paper, wrote a line of words and burned it, which was a message to Lao Bai.

But Lao Bai may not be able to come right away, so he may just have to bring the neighbors along.

Lan He didn't like dealing with the underworld. By chance, he became Sheng Wuchang. He was not the kind of person who would just watch people die without helping. After thinking about it, he simply cut another mask and threw himself on the sofa. His soul escaped from his body. For the first time, he actively used Sheng Wuchang's skills and died on the spot... no, he left his soul.

......

Lan He's mask covered most of his face, and his eyes were also covered by the shadow of his deliberately pressed high hat. He saw the elevator stopped at the basement level, and hurried down the stairs. It was indeed very fast.

There was only dim light in the parking lot. The elevator was still on this floor with the door closed. He walked forward and pressed the button.

The elevator door was pressed, and it slowly opened with a click...

The neighbor was sitting in a pool of blood, still breathing, but not fully conscious.

The faint smell of stench is still there...

Lan He was looking at him warily when she saw him suddenly raise his face. An evil smile suddenly appeared on his bloody face. He didn't look like a human at all and it was obvious that he had been possessed.

At the same time, Lan He's cheek was brushed by something. She glanced down and saw long black hair. Someone behind her said coldly: "Wu Chang? Here comes another nosy person..."

Her tone was almost indescribable to Lan He, as if every word was filled with blood and resentment.

So... there are not just one evil spirit, but two? And their rage is so strong that they dare to challenge even the ghost messenger.

Lao Bai hasn't arrived yet, and Lan He is just a newly appointed part-time ghost. He is thinking about how to protect his neighbor's life while protecting himself.

"Misunderstanding, I was just passing by." Lan He said slowly.

"Haha...Mr. Wuchang really knows how to joke." The long hair fluttered in the wind and covered Lan He's face again.

Lan He turned slowly and said, "Look at my hat."

I saw a woman in red standing behind me, one in red and one in green.

As for the face, it was not as scary as some of the ones with special effects makeup that Lan He had seen on the set, but the smell of blood was too strong, which made Lan He's sensitive nose almost unbearable.

Xiaohong saw the words written on Lan He's hat and couldn't help but read them out loud: "Are you here?"

WTF.

Even the evil spirits would be confused when seeing this.

Lan He adjusted his hat and said, "You haven't seen this slogan before? Although I am a ghost messenger, you should know that ghost messengers have many types of jobs. This situation is not my responsibility."

Xiao Hong questioned: "How can there be idle people among the Yinchai who don't care about things?"

The neighbor who was possessed by Xiaolu also asked: "Which department or prison are you from?"

Lan He said sincerely, "From the kitchen staff."