The King of Ghosts stayed in Lishan, and Haicheng had never heard of the snow. After one night, the entire Haicheng was already covered in silver.

Haicheng is also a city that rarely snows, and occasionally there are a few pieces of snowflakes, which are instantly melted when they float on the ground, where there can be snow. When the children got up early in the morning, they saw the rare snow scenes, and ran into the snow to play with excitement one by one. They were so happy, even the rushing workers were in a good mood because of the different scenery. It seems that in winter, no matter where it is, there should be a snow to complete.

When the people in Haicheng cheered for this sudden Xueer, a group of people really broke their hearts. That was the Haicheng Metaphysics Association that was almost destroyed by the regiment last night. In the eyes of ordinary people, this is just a snow brought by a special climate, but they clearly know that every snowflake falling from the sky contains a thin ghost.

While all the people in Haicheng were playing in the snow happily, all the ghosts in Haicheng were caring too. Those ghosts that were originally weak in their souls and dared not show their heads when the sun was heavy during the day, under the cover of heavy snow, scrambled to emerge. They shuttled around every corner of Haicheng, rubbing shoulders with the humans on the road, just like real people.

There are ghosts where there are people, and there are ghosts where there are no people. Every car running over on the road can overwhelm a large area of ​​ghosts. Although the members of the association knew that these were ghosts, their soul bodies at this time stared like real people. This kind of scene of a large swath of massacre was like the scene of a massacre. Everyone watching the association was frightened.

They never knew that there were so many ghosts in Haicheng, as if they were going to exceed the number of living people.

"President, there are a large number of ghosts coming from other cities to our side. If this continues, ordinary people in Haicheng will be affected." Someone and the association president Qi Xiuran reported.

"For lonely souls and wild ghosts, the ghost king is the lighthouse. As long as the ghost king is here, they will come together naturally." Master Xu sighed, "The ghost king has crossed most of China on this road. Ghosts on this road..."

"No, you have to think of a way to prevent the ghosts outside from coming in again." Qi Xiuran said, "Now these ghosts are being attracted by the ghost aura contained in the snowflakes. When they are almost absorbed, they will start to harm people."

Today's Haicheng is full of ghosts, and this list is messed up, but it is the purgatory on earth.

"This is not difficult. When the rescue from the headquarters comes, you can use a drone to carry the magic weapon and arrange a purification formation above Haicheng to purify the ghost energy in the snowflake." Master Xu said, "As long as the snowflake is in the sky Without ghost energy, the ghosts gathered now will slowly withdraw from Haicheng and head towards Lishan."

Lishan.

Thinking of Lishan, Qi Xiuran's face became even worse, and the ghost king was there.

"You can't let them fight. If they fight, the world will really be over." This is an undoubted thing, but Qi Xiuran doesn't know what to do to stop the fight.

"I don't understand what Wu Miaomiao thinks. Fighting the ghost king, no matter if you win or lose, the nightmare will definitely awaken in the end. This is a mortal ending. Even if it is not for the sake of saving the world, for their own sake, they should not be given to the doll. Ghost King? Yes, both she and Ji Lang will survive. If they don't, the whole world will have to be buried." Qi Xiuran wanted to lift the table angrily.

Yes, as long as you are a normal person, you know how to choose. But Wu Miaomiao was obviously not, and the choice was in his hands.

"There are still seven days, maybe they will change their minds?" Master Xu comforted.

In fact, they all could see that the Ghost King gave seven days to make Wu Miaomiao and Ji Lang think about it. Whether it is for the world or for themselves, sacrificing the doll is the best choice. I believe that after they calm down, they will definitely change their minds.

"Hope." Thinking of this, Qi Xiuran dialed a call with his mobile phone and asked, "What's the situation over the nightmare?"

"President, the nightmare and the wizard just went out to work." An answer came from the other end of the phone.

"At this time, they still have the mind to go to work? The world is about to die, go to Mao's class." Qi Xiuran cursed angrily. He didn't believe that Wu Miaomiao and Ji Lang couldn't see the ghosts all over the street.

Yes, of course they can't see it. Not only can they see it, but they also have a lot of fun.

Ji Lang was driving the car, and the ghosts were running on the road. The ghosts were rolled down, and the ghosts were rolled over. It felt very strange. The doll was even more excited and directly squatting on the block. On the windshield, babbled and pointed out. Every time it rolls over a piece, it claps its hands happily, and then ran to the back seat to watch the ghosts that had been crushed stand up again.

That excitement, if it weren't for not being able to get out of the car, it would hate it to go down and become Mario by itself.

Although ghosts cannot cause resistance to vehicles, Jilang's half-hour drive took ten minutes longer than usual to reach the park.

It was the lunch break, and the three of Beifan had just eaten lunch from outside and walked back, talking while they were walking.

"It's a bit weird today. The boss hasn't come until now, but the boss has never been late." Yi Guandao.

"That was before. Now the boss has a wife. It's snowing so romantic today. I must have gone on a date." Bei Fandao.

"Don't come either." Shan Junyi said.

"Really, in the past, Dongzi would say it in the group if he didn't come, and call him later to ask." Yi Guan said.

"I'm here." A weak voice sounded behind the three of them.

"Wocao!" The three of them turned their heads, seeing Dong Yongyuan's faces bursting with foul language.

There is no other reason, just because Dong Yongyuan's appearance at this time is really scary. His face was as pale as the white blood on the ground, his eyes were covered with bright red bloodshot eyes, his lips were dark, and his eyes were bruised, like a ghost returning from the underworld.

The three of them made Dong Yongyuan's face fat in common sense. They were sure to be hot, and they convinced them to enter the studio.

Shan Junyi poured a cup of warm water to Dong Yongyuan to warm him up, and then asked with concern: "What's wrong with you? You were robbed?"

"I don't think it's like robbery, it's like picking up yang to replenish yin, and I asked if I met a female ghost."

Dong Yongyuan glanced at him, and wanted to vomit and say that now the streets are full of female ghosts.

His cultivation level is not high. If he hadn't specially opened his eyes, he would not be able to see ghosts. But when the curtains were opened this morning, he was so frightened that he couldn't poke his eyes. Especially on the way he drove over, he smashed all the ghosts, and there were tens of thousands of ghosts. Those ghosts were so real, he couldn't tell whether there was a living person in it. After coming along this way, he wondered a few times if he had crushed people to death. It was crazy!

"Is the boss here?" Dong Yongyuan asked.

"Not yet." Shan Junyi shook his head.

At this moment, Dong Yongyuan's cell phone rang, he took a look at it, hung up, and then shut down.

Then, the phone on Dong Yongyuan's seat also rang, and Dong Yongyuan picked it up: "Hello, this is **** film and television company, and I want to discuss the copyright of the script with your studio."

"Not for sale." Dong Yongyuan resolutely refused.

"what?"

"Copyrights are not for sale."

"We are very sincere and willing to pay 20 million..."

"If you say you don't sell it, you won't sell it, and I won't sell it for 50 million!" After saying that, Dong Yongyuan hung up the phone.

"Dongzi, are you irritated by something?" Beifan touched Dong Yongyuan's head, "You don't sell the copyright 50 million, are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy, this world is crazy." Dong Yongyuan suddenly became excited.

The three of them were shocked, and once again confirmed that Dong Yongyuan was really crazy today.

"Why don't you ask for leave today and go back to rest?" Yiguan picked up the car key, "I will drive you."

"No, don't drive, the road is full of dead bodies."

"..." The three.

"Well, I don't think I need to send him back. Just go to the rest room. Go to sleep first. Xiaobei, help him." Shan Junyi raised Dong Yongyuan's arm as he said.

"What sleep? In a few days, if you sleep, you can sleep forever." Dong Yongyuan shouted.

"I'm going, this kid won't be taking drugs anymore." Besides taking drugs, they really can't think of anything else that can turn a normal person into this way.

"Tongzi, calm down, take advantage of the boss's absence, go to rest, or wait for the boss to see, you will have to deduct your bonus." Dong Yongyuan usually cares about his bonus.

"Yes, bonus, I still have to count bonus." Dong Yongyuan seems to have finally remembered the business, "I'm here, I will count the year-end bonus for you, the boss said, this year's year-end bonus will be doubled for you a hundred times."

"Huh?!" The three of them took a breath. Immediately without speaking, the three of them divided their work together, carried Dong Yongyuan together, and forced to walk outside the door.

The illness is so serious that I must go to the hospital.

"What are you doing?" Before the four of them went out, they met three of Ji Lang who came in.

"Boss, madam." The three of them put Dong Yongyuan down quickly, "Tung Tzu seems to be sick, and we are about to take him to the hospital."

"What's wrong with him?" Ji Lang glanced at Dong Yongyuan.

"He said a lot of nonsense. The most weird thing is that he actually said that you want to double our year-end bonus a hundred times." Bei Fandao.

"He was right, I said it." Ji Lang said, "and I'll post it in a while."

Wait, the boss is crazy too? In other words, we are dreaming.

The three of them squeezed their face very tacitly: It hurts, it's not a dream.

"Yes...According to last year's year-end award standard, a hundred times?" Bei Fan asked with a trembling voice.

"Yes." Ji Lang nodded.

The WeChat he gave Dong Yongyuan was to let him come over and calculate the year-end bonus for this year, and then send it 100 times. But it doesn’t matter if it’s last year, so I don’t have to do it again.

Dong Yongyuan broke free of the three people, returned to his workstation, turned on the computer, and found last year's year-end bonus. After checking it, it was x100 and printed it out. Four people, 2.5 million each, 10 million in total.

After reading it, Ji Lang passed the bonus details to Wu Miaomiao. Wu Miaomiao took a look and said with a smile: "I transferred 12 million into the company account just now when I went out. It's enough to pay bonuses. You send it to Dongdong."

Dong Yongyuan nodded, walked back to the computer mechanically, took out the relevant security lock of the company account, and started the transfer.

Bei Fan and the three were standing behind Dong Yongyuan, watching him enter their names and account numbers one by one to complete the transfer. The three of them couldn't help pinching each other again, and it was still very painful.

"The current situation, if it is not a dream, there are only the following explanations. The boss is crazy."

The three of them went to see Ji Lang, with the same expressions as before, as if they were not crazy.

"Severance pay for the company's dissolution?"

But severance pay doesn't have to be so much.

"The end of the world?"

"Yes, there are only seven days left. No, it should be six and a half days." Dong Yongyuan stared at a pair of bloodshot eyes and said desperately, "So from now on, what do you want to do with this money? Go ahead and have fun in time."

"Boss, let's take Dongzi to the hospital first." Bei Fandao.

"He is not sick, just desperate." Ji Lang said.

What is just despair?

The three of them are editors, collecting information and fabricating plots, which is what they are good at. After sorting out what Dong Yongyuan said just now, they quickly guessed a possibility. His face changed immediately and his eyes widened.

"Is it because of the snow outside?" Bei Fan asked.

"That's right." Wu Miaomiao answered this time. "Didn't you ask me before, whether the snow in City Y was caused by evil spirits?"

The three of them thumped at the same time, with a very bad feeling.

"This snow is caused by the awakening of a ghost king who has been sleeping for a thousand years. The snow will not stop for the next seven days." Wu Miao said.

"The King of Ghosts wanted to kill the doll. My Xianggong and I didn’t agree. We made a decisive battle after about seven days. I made four life-saving dolls here, but you must not be infested by evil. You will leave Haicheng with your ticket and go to the sea. The farthest place in the city. If Haicheng is still there in seven days, you will come back again.” Wu Miaomiao took out four dolls and stuffed one in each hand.

It is undoubtedly dangerous to stay in Haicheng at this time. Ordinary people cannot tell them the truth, but several people in the studio know the truth, so she and Ji Lang decided to tell them the truth and let them leave Haicheng.

"Can't you stop fighting?" Shan Junyi was the first to return to his senses after a brief silence.

When he asked, Dong Yongyuan's scarlet eyes opened suddenly, waiting nervously for the answer. He also wanted to ask, but his identity was sensitive and he didn't dare to ask in front of Ji Lang.

"No." Wu Miaomiao shook his head, "If we don't fight, the doll will die. The doll is the daughter of Ji Lang and I. We can't just watch her die."

Dong Yongyuan gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and said nothing.

Wu Miaomiao glanced over Dong Yongyuan and said, "Dongdong, did the people in the association let you be a lobbyist?"

"I... they said it, but I also told the association. My persuasion is useless." Dong Yongyuan is still very self-aware. Although he knows Wu Miaomiao and Ji Lang well, he doesn't have the face to be so good. They give up the doll. What's more, he couldn't bear to say something to make the baby die.

"Go back and tell them that this one is definitely going to be fought, but we will do our best not to harm the innocent." Wu Miao said.

"You guys, do you have a way?" Hope flashed in Dong Yongyuan's desperate eyes.

"I said... Is this your next novel?" Suddenly, a somewhat lazy voice sounded behind everyone. Huo Mingzhi yawned and leaned on the decorative shelf, "Don't write criminal investigation, rewrite Is it supernatural? But your way of discussing the plot is quite unique. The ghost king, the world is destroyed, and even the snow is connected."

"...When were you there?" Ji Lang asked.

"During the lunch break, I wanted to come over for a cup of coffee. Seeing that you are not there, I squinted on the sofa for a while." Huo Mingzhi walked out with a smile, "Don't say, your sofa is more comfortable than my bed. By the way, you can still listen to stories."

Ji Lang looked at him in silence.

The others also looked at him with similar expressions.

Rao is Huo Ming knows that his heart is strong, and at this time he couldn't help feeling a little flustered. I heard that the most annoying creative person was being stolen by others. Could it be that he was thundered?

"Then what, I should go back to work, this will be the Chinese New Year soon, there are so many thieves. You continue, continue..." Huo Mingzhi left the studio after speaking.

After he left, Ji Lang said to a few people: "From now on the annual vacation, you can go."

After that, Ji Lang ignored a few people and left the studio with Wu Miaomiao and the doll. The group of four was left, looking at each other.