In the prop room, Zeng Yuqing was very busy. She threw all kinds of costumes and props all over the floor. She turned over and muttered, "Huh? What happened? I just saw the black hat. How come the one hanging here disappears in the blink of an eye? It's really unlucky. Without the black hat, the image of Bao Qingtian is not perfect."

"It's terrible! Where did this black hat go?"

Zeng Yuqing couldn't find the black hat, so she had no choice but to anger at the costumes and props. She simply threw all the clothes on the hanger on the ground and stepped hard with her feet. Still feeling puzzled, she looked up and saw a pair of scissors on the cabinet. .

Zeng Yuqing couldn't help laughing, "Look, what good things did I find?"

She walked over, grabbed the scissors, and walked towards the pile of clothes on the floor with a grin.

Zhuang Mengdie saw her move from the open door, and hurriedly shouted, "Zeng Yuqing, don't you go crazy, are you? What kind of damage do you want to do?"

Zeng Yuqing sneered, "Since I'm dead and can't act anymore, then I can't make them film."

"Insane! Stop it! You are dead, and you are trying to block people. You are really not human."

But Zhuang Mengdie’s scolding did not allow Zeng Yuqing to give up her crazy idea. She held up the scissors and laughed, "Let’s let all these costumes go to hell! I think the actors in this crew have no costumes. I just don’t want others to be happier than me! I’m dead, why do they live happily?"

After Zeng Yuqing finished speaking, she immediately squatted in front of the pile of clothes, grabbed the clothes on the ground, and cut them.

"I cut! I cut! Watch me cut them! Watch me cut them all without leaving them! I want them to film without costumes!"

The frightened Zhuang Mengdie saw the fragments of clothes flying in the prop room, but she was blocked by the barrier and couldn't stop her, so she could only watch her cut all the costumes into pieces.

Li Rong desperately said, "It's over, it's all over, our drama is going to be ruined, and the costumes are all ruined."

In the prop room, Zeng Yuqing's piercing laughter was heard from time to time. I wonder what bad thing she did.

Zhuang Mengdie shouted with anger, "Zeng Yuqing, you are really crazy! What sabotage do you want to do?"

Zeng Yuqing stretched her head from the crack in the door and laughed, "Huh? You bite me if you don't accept it?"

Zhuang Mengdie roared, "Are you just crazy? You cut all the costumes to pieces?"

"Look, what good thing did I find again?"

Zeng Yuqing opened her palm to show Zhuang Mengdie. After seeing what was in her palm, Zhuang Mengdie couldn't help taking a breath.

The thing in her palm is a lighter.

Zeng Yuqing gritted her teeth and said, "Just cutting up the costumes can't quell my resentment towards them. Now I plan to burn this dressing room and burn to death with this nasty Li Rong!"

Li Rong screamed in fright, "No, I don't want to die, don't burn me to death."

At this moment, there were rapid footsteps outside the gate of the dressing room, followed by a man's anxious shout.

"Li Rong, what are you doing? It takes half an hour to put on makeup, are you finished?"

Hearing this shout, Zeng Yuqing frowned and smelled the smell in the air, "Huh, there is such a heavy yang energy on the person here, I will avoid it first, and let you two get lucky!" Then she pointed to Li Rong and said, "You give I'm waiting, and you have something good to look at." After speaking, her figure disappeared.

As soon as Zeng Yuqing disappeared, Zhuang Mengdie felt the air in front of him circulated again. It turned out that the barrier had also disappeared. She rushed in and grabbed Li Rong, "How are you? Does it matter?"

At this time, Li Rong's body was also able to move. She hugged Zhuang Mengdie and cried.

At the same time, the man outside the door pushed in. It turned out that it was the uncle he had seen before.

The uncle saw Zhuang Mengdie and Li Rong, who had painted Bao Gong's face, and was shocked.

"Where is Li Rong? Where is she? Who are you? How could it be in the dressing room of the crew?"

Li Rong cried, "Uncle, I am Li Rong."

The uncle was frightened. The guy with the face of the public in front of him claimed to be Li Rong, and the good-looking girl became the black child. This is something that everyone has to ponder for a long time.

Li Rong said, "Uncle, it's really me. I'm Rong Rong."

The uncle understood her voice. This is Li Rong's voice.

"Ah? I said Rongrong, we are now acting in the War of Resistance Against Japan and not a guilty case. What are you doing with the face of Bao Gong? You say that you are a newcomer who can't make up, but you can't mess it up."

Zhuang Mengdie said, "This Bao Gong's face was not painted by Li Rong herself."

The uncle was dumbfounded, "It was not painted by Li Rong, who painted it?"

Li Rong choked, "It was painted by Zeng Yuqing."

The uncle was taken aback, "Huh? Did you actually see Xiao Zeng?"

Zhuang Mengdie smiled bitterly, "It's more than seeing it. She has been tossing for a long time."

"Is Xiao Zeng back? Where is she now? If she is so messy, I will go to the director and ask the director to fire her. She must have seen you take her role. I can’t swallow this breath, I’m sincerely bullying you. So are you, she smears a lot of things on your face, you don’t resist, just stand there and apply it to her?"

The uncle talked about it for a long time, and at the end, even he himself felt something was wrong.

Li Rong cried again because of his grievances, "Uncle, how can I resist? Zeng Yuqing is dead, and her soul is here. She just tossed me for a long time and said she would burn me to death."

"Huh? So Xiao Zeng is really dead. Then it was haunted just now."

"Yes, uncle, let's quickly find the director and find a way."

The uncle nodded, "Well, you have to think about it quickly, it won't work anymore." He turned his face, just in time to see the door of the props room open wide, and the floor was full of things like rags.

"What's the matter then?"

The uncle walked into the prop room tremblingly, and he immediately sat on the ground without fright.

There was no more costumes on the hangers, and he saw a pair of dangling scissors thrown beside the pile of debris on the ground, with the scissors mouth wide open.

He understood everything, and shouted desperately, "Oh my god, my ancestors, why are the costumes cut to pieces? What can I do? If the director sees this scene, he will be crazy immediately. These costumes were rented by our crew, and they were all ruined by others, but we have to lose money."

Zhuang Mengdie sighed, "These costumes were all ruined by Zeng Yuqing. If it weren't for her to fear the Yang Qi in you, I really don't know how long she will have to toss?"

The uncle sighed, "Isn't this little Zeng crazy? When he was alive, he got along well with everyone, how come people become so irrational when they die?"