Zhuang Mengdie sat on the stone bench and watched several monks chanting sutras. Unconsciously, his eyelids were getting heavier and he was so sleepy that he fell asleep on the stone bench.

After being sent to that butterfly card twenty years ago, I haven't had a good sleep yet.

Zhuang Mengdie fell asleep as soon as his head touched the stone bench.

In her sleep, she and Ye Tian, ​​Xiao Zhang, and Siam Cat were the same as before, noisy and affectionate every day.

When she woke up, the sky was bright, several monks were still chanting, and the old monk closed his eyes and rested, everything was exactly the same as before. Xin said, no wonder I can sleep so peacefully, these monks should be their bodyguards.

Zhuang Mengdie stood up and stretched, saying that these monks can really persist, and they did not sleep all night and meditated until dawn. Sure enough, the lifestyle of monks is not something ordinary people can choose. Normal people will have backache after sitting for a while, and they can sit until dawn all at once.

At this time, the director and Yanhong came.

The director and Yanhong both smiled, it seems that they both think that the old monk has caught Zeng Yuqing.

The director said, "Master, how is it? Have you caught the ghost?"

The old monk said in embarrassment, "The female ghost was not caught, only a few little ghosts were caught."

When the director and Yanhong listened, their smiles froze, and their expressions changed drastically, "Huh? If she didn't catch her, wouldn't she come to make trouble again?"

The old monk said, "I chased her, she kept running away, and finally escaped into a hospital. The hospital was too dark and I didn't dare to follow."

Yanhong said, "Hospital? Didn't you hear that there is a hospital nearby?"

The old monk said, "There is a hospital called Qingying Hospital."

The director nodded, "Well, there seems to be a hospital. I don't know its name."

The old monk said, "Qingying Hospital, I saw it last night."

Yanhong frowned, "What do you think the hospital is too yin qi?"

"The blackness is strong, this is a sign of the enchantment of evildoers."

The director sighed, "Then what shall we do now?"

The old monk sighed, "I just took a few apprentices on the stage to recite the scriptures for three days to help her supersede it. I hope she will go to the underworld as soon as possible and stop making trouble again. There is another stupid way, which is to put all symbols on the stage. Every two days, I will send an apprentice to check the talisman on the stage to repair it in time. As long as my talisman is on the stage, she can’t fly onto the stage and make trouble. Naturally, you can feel relieved to film."

The director and Yanhong were dubious after hearing what the old monk said.

Yanhong whispered, "Is this okay?"

The director said, "If you can't, you have to."

"Can't we just switch to another set to film?"

"If you change studios, you won’t be able to get back the deposit you paid before. We have already lost a lot of money, and we can’t lose this deposit anymore. And we change to a new studio, and we have to pay a rental deposit when we arrive at the new studio. I have to apply for funds with investors. Recently, investors have scolded me like a grandson. I dare not ask him for money anymore."

Yan Hong sighed, "This can only be blamed on that Zeng Yuqing, who can toss people too much. You are all to blame. If she was fooled in bed, you gave her a female number three. If you chose someone else to play As for the female number three, there is no trouble with the current stall. All the troubles are caused by you. Now the whole crew is required to take care of it, so you should remember today’s lesson."

The director sighed, "Why are you still talking about these things? I knew that Zeng Yuqing's **** couldn't be touched. I wouldn't touch her at all."

Yanhong sneered, "You men are all the same. When you were with her, you shouted arrogantly, turned your face, and immediately said she was worthless."

The director whispered, "I'm the one who committed the crime, I have to entangle her, right?"

Yanhong sighed, "It was because you were not good at first, and you had to be caught with Zeng Yuqing. Now that Zeng Yuqing caused the mess by herself, you can slowly clean up."

The director said, "Forget it, don't say it. For now, I can only try it out the old monk's method."

After the two discussed, the director coughed and coughed, "Master, or just do as you said, but you have to work hard for your apprentice. Come and check the talisman in two days."

The old monk nodded, "It's okay, as long as you can ensure that you are safe and the filming is done."

The director said, "That's fine, let's buy some fruit scented candles now, and then trouble the master to overdo it for her."

The old monk said, "Well, after you buy everything, you can do things."

The director and Yanhong sighed and left. When they came, they were still smiling, and they were downcast when they left.

Yanhong said, "Oh, I still have to worry about it after a long time. The old monk said so well, he thought he could handle it casually."

The director said, "Forget it, don't say it, the old monk said, she went into a hospital."

Yan Hong said, "What the **** is going on in that hospital? The old monk is so sullen that he dare not enter?"

The director sighed, "Then who knows?"

Seeing the director and Yanhong go away sadly, Zhuang Mengdie's heart sank.

What evil is hiding in that building?

I can't just sit back and watch the black air continue to corrupt the people in Qingying Hospital. You have to think of a way, but what will Qingying Hospital look like 20 years ago?

With this curiosity, Zhuang Mengdie immediately walked towards the familiar street.

To her surprise, the streets that were abandoned twenty years later were bustling with traffic and noisy people twenty years ago.

When she walked to the Qingying Hospital, she couldn't believe that the new building before her was the dilapidated ghost house twenty years later.

The same building has changed so much in just twenty years.

Standing in front of the building, Zhuang Mengdie couldn't help feeling the power of time.

The white and clean whitewashed walls and the brand-new green iron doors still smell of paint.

Zhuang Mengdie looked up at the entire building, but she could not see anything abnormal, she could not see a trace of blackness, but she believed that the old monk was telling the truth. The old monk also relied on his many years of cultivation to see the darkness that enveloped the building.

The iron door was wide open, and many people could be seen walking around in a hurry.

Among these people are doctors and nurses, patients in hospital gowns, and their families.

Zhuang Mengdie walked into the hospital timidly, and at a glance saw the elevator that was severely deformed twenty years later. Of course, it is now intact and brand new.

Everyone in the hospital is busy and no one notices her presence.

Everything here is just like any ordinary hospital. The doctors and nurses are busy taking care of the patients. Some of the patients are registering and some are being checked.

Everyone is busy doing their own business, and can't take a look at others.