Seeing that all the monsters were no match for the Taoist priest, everyone gradually became bolder and knocked on the door of Fang Mansion.
Fang Keyu looked disgusted: "Where are you liar? How can there be monsters in my house? Go and go."
Fang Mansion is a wealthy and prominent family here, and the government officials did not dare to offend him. They pulled the Taoist priest to prevent him from rushing into the nobles. After begging for a long time, they asked Fang Keyu to call everyone out.
The old Taoist pointed at Qiuniang and said firmly: "She is a monster!"
Qiuniang shrank and hid behind Fang Keyu: "Master, I am not a monster!"
"Old Taoist, there is a talisman here. It is drawn by essence and blood. If a monster touches it, it will show its original shape. Do you dare to touch it?"
At this time, Fang Keyu also saw the fox demon and snake spirit in the hands of the Yamen servant, and his suspicious eyes fell on Qiuniang.
Tian Han next to him changed his expression and pulled Fang Keyu to his side.
There were tears in Qiuniang's eyes, and she looked at Fang Keyu sadly, looking like she was heartbroken.
"Okay, give it to me." Qiuniang held out her hand to the old man in anger.
Everyone's eyes widened, they held their breath and concentrated, and their hearts gradually lifted.
The yellow talisman paper fell into Qiu Niang's hand, and her skin became more delicate and fairer. She held the talisman paper in her hand and turned it over and over, looking at everyone from the corner of her eye.
…
"call--"
Yang Zhihao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said to Du Wenyao with lingering fear: "The Taoist priest's talisman can directly make the monster appear in its original shape. Qiuniang touched it and it was fine. It doesn't seem to be a monster."
Du Wenyao always felt something was strange: "Then why did the old Taoist say she is a monster?"
Yang Zhihao was silent and couldn't understand the current situation.
The audience was also whispering. Some said that Lao Dao had seen it wrong, and some said that Qiuniang was more powerful than Lao Dao.
The old Taoist priest refused to give up and walked around the Fang Mansion, and finally left unwillingly.
Qiuniang burst into tears: "Master, I am really not a monster."
"I believe you, his old eyesight made him wrong. Stop crying." Fang Keyu hugged Qiuniang and comforted her softly.
"Master, I'm afraid, tonight..." Qiuniang glanced at him shyly.
Fang Keyu waved his hand: "Go to Yu Niang's place tonight."
Qiuniang has been in the house for a while, and his novelty is fading. Yu Niang has recently learned some new tricks, which makes Bai Keyu linger.
Bai Keyu, who was so excited, didn't see that Qiuniang's face was fading little by little behind her. She touched her face and murmured to herself: "Really, you like Yu Niang better."
The audience didn't pay attention to Qiuniang's words and were still guessing who the monster was.
The next scene gave them the answer.
Late at night, Bai Keyu, who was not having fun at Yu Niang's place, sneaked to see Qiu Niang.
He was dressed in night clothes, ready to engage in a forced drama and seek excitement.
Bai Keyu poked a hole in the window paper, and Qiuniang, who had her back to him, was drawing.
The brush outlines the curved willow-leaf eyebrows, the gazing almond-shaped eyes, the pink face and peach cheeks, which is romantic and sentimental.
Bai Keyu always felt that Qiuniang's painting looked familiar. He moved his body, adjusted the angle, and continued to look with his head raised.
The bloody facial features, the flattened nose, the green eyes...
She picked up the portrait on the table and covered her face. The beauty with a sweet smile reappeared in front of the audience.
There were gasps in the cinema.
Some viewers were immersed in the movie, covering their mouths and shrinking into a ball to prevent themselves from screaming.
Painted skin...
The belated audience finally understood the film’s meaning.
They only felt a chill creeping up their backs, as if someone was standing behind them and blowing gently, making them shiver.
Suspicious looked back, and in the dim light, there were frightened faces.
audience:"……"
Even more scared.
Chapter 99
Fang Keyu covered her mouth tightly to prevent herself from screaming.
The audience in the cinema kept exactly the same actions as Fang Keyu, their faces flushed with pain. They stared intently at the scene of Qiuniang changing her skin, their pupils shrinking smaller and smaller.
In the silent cinema, there was only the sound of Qiuniang adjusting her face.
Yang Zhihao was about to cry. He bit his lip with a pale face, pinched Du Wenyao's hand hard, and refused to let go no matter what. He closed his eyes, opened them suddenly, and turned around frequently in fear.
Du Wenyao's face was blue and white, and his hand felt severe pain like the muscles and bones were being torn apart. When I looked down, I saw that it was already green.
"Can you..." be gentle?
"Ahhhhh!" Yang Zhihao was so frightened that he jumped up and started howling regardless.
The audience was already quite frightened by this scene, and screams of terror suddenly erupted in their ears. Many people were so frightened that they trembled all over, closed their eyes and screamed along with them.
The screams spread rapidly throughout the theater like a viral infection.
The manager of the theater stumbled in and turned on the lights while asking repeatedly: "What's wrong? What's wrong? What happened...?"
The dark theater suddenly became as bright as day, and the audience blinked their tearful eyes with confused expressions.
A man stood up angrily: "Which bastard screamed in the first place, get out!"
"Uh huh." Yang Zhihao danced in protest.
Du Wenyao covered Yang Zhihao's mouth with force, trying to reduce his presence, and whispered in Yang Zhihao's ear: "Shut up, do you want to be beaten to death?"
Yang Zhihao, who was struggling desperately, couldn't move. The child grabbed Du Wenyao like his mother and wouldn't let go.
The audience searched around but couldn't find anyone, so they could only sit back angrily. Seeing that everyone was fine, the administrator snapped off the lights again.
audience:"……"
So dark!
Fang Keyu, the young master, could endure it much better than the audience. He covered his mouth and didn't make a sound until now.
He hunched over and stepped back cautiously. One step, two steps... getting further and further away from Qiuniang's house.
The young master's eyes shone with surprise, and he almost cried with joy as he was about to escape.
Click——
The retreating footsteps stepped on a dead branch, and the sound of the dead branch breaking could be clearly heard in the dead silence of the courtyard.
"who!"
Qiuniang in the room immediately stood up. The table was not far from the door, but she opened the door in the blink of an eye.
"Master, why are you here?" Qiuniang was surprised and happy.
Fang Keyu finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted with trembling voice: "Monster!"
He rolled and crawled and was about to run outside. Qiuniang narrowed her eyes and appeared in front of Fang Keyu like lightning, grabbing him and dragging him into the house.
"What kind of monster? Master, are you drinking again tonight?"
Fang Keyu was so frightened that her legs and feet were weak, and her whole body was shaking violently like a sieve. Qiuniang brought him into the room, pressed him on the chair with one hand, and pressed Fang Keyu on the forehead with the other to test.
"I don't have a fever." Qiu Niang breathed a sigh of relief, "I heard that a person having a fever will burn out their brains and turn them into fools. I hope the young master is fine."
I heard that people have a fever...
Fang Keyu's eyes turned black.
The beautiful face came close to him, his expression was full of concern. In the past, Fang Keyu would have been so determined to take action immediately, but as long as he thought of the scene just now, and thought that this person's face was painted on, Fang Keyu's hair stood on end.
However, he could only pull up the corners of his mouth and reveal a smile that was uglier than crying:
"Maybe I was confused by my sleep."
Qiuniang smiled softly: "It's getting late, let's have a rest."
Fang Keyu almost jumped up: "I, I, I have something else to do. I need to go to Yu Niang's place."
Qiuniang's smile gradually faded: "Master, aren't you afraid of being jealous? I want you to accompany me tonight!"
He wanted to refuse, but when he saw that face, Fang Keyu gave up. He was as soft as noodles being dragged to the bed by Qiu Niang.
Fang Keyu saw that Qiuniang had no intention of harming him, and became a little more courageous, not as desperate as at the beginning.
Qiuniang took off Fang Keyu's clothes, lay quietly on his chest, pressed her long white fingers on Fang Keyu's heart, and listened.
Plop—Plop—
The sound of her heart beating made her look intoxicated and murmured: "Not yet...it's so hot..."
Fang Keyu swallowed: "What's so hot?"
The woman lying on her chest raised her head and smiled softly, with beautiful eyes: "Master, have you heard of cat tongue? Those cats can't eat food that is too hot, they can only eat it after the food cools down."
Fang Keyu didn't think much about it, because his wife likes to keep cats, so she knows the raccoon slave quite well: "I know, the madam's cat is very petite when eating."
Qiuniang raised her head and stared at him faintly: "Young Master, tonight is a beautiful night for us, let alone Young Mistress."
Fang Keyu: "...Oh."
At first, the audience was furious with the character Fang Keyu, feeling that he was greedy and lustful and deserved to die. But seeing him cowardly and timid as a sesame seed, I found it funny.
The eyes of new directors are getting brighter and brighter.
In terms of character creation, Yu Jing gave them a solid lesson, and they whispered to each other and discussed in low voices.
"Characters cannot be flat and flat. Only with flesh and blood can people be impressed."
"Fang Keyu is lustful at first, and then reveals his cowardly and survival-driven side. They complement each other without being abrupt."
