"Master, the little one is here, what's going on?" A fragrant white smoke floated, and Sanming's fragrant corpse appeared on the eaves of the film and television base.

"Go after that weirdo in plain clothes in front of you!" Xiaolong said under the bright moonlight, pointing to the figure running up and down between the eaves in front of him.

"Okay, Master, let's go, little one!" Sanming's fragrant corpse turned into a stream of fragrant white smoke and chased towards the target like lightning.

Xiaolong stood on the eaves and looked around, checking the surroundings to see if there was anyone behind the scenes who was secretly controlling the weirdos.

"Ah——!" Sanmingxiangzhi's cry came from the front.

Xiaolong quickly ran away and saw three corpses lying on the eaves, screaming ouch.

"Xiao Ming, what are you doing?" Xiao Long helped the three corpses up and asked with concern.

"Master, I'm sorry that I didn't catch up with the weirdo in Qing Dynasty!" Sanming Xiangshi looked frustrated.

"Well, even you can't catch up. It seems that weirdo is not easy!" Xiaolong said.

"Master, this time the clearing monster is not a puppet, and no one is secretly controlling it, because he can use the Requiem Art, which is a method practiced by cultivators."

Sanming Xiangshi explained, "I just fought with that weirdo in clear clothes. He used the Requiem Technique to make the little one disappear into ashes. Fortunately, the little one reacted quickly and avoided that palm!"

"So it's a cultivator pretending to be a weirdo!" Xiaolong said solemnly, "Who did I offend, cultivator? He wants to attack my girlfriend? Vixen? Impossible, I saved her life, she

There shouldn’t be any repayment of kindness with enmity.”

While Xiaolong was thinking, Sanming Xiangshi said again, "Master, I feel that weirdo is a woman! Because I smell the perfume on her body!"

"I understand, forget it. If you can't catch up, you can't catch up. You can go back!" Xiaolong said.

"Well, the little one is gone!" Sanming Xiangshi was about to leave, when suddenly a black shadow appeared on the eaves opposite.

The black shadow said: "95', I finally found you, follow me to the dragon group!"

"Who is 95'?" Xiaolong and Sanming Xiangshi looked at each other with confused expressions on their faces.

While he was talking, the black shadow jumped over from the opposite eaves and landed in front of Xiaolong and Sanming Xiangshi.

Only then did Xiaolong see clearly that the person coming was wearing handsome fashionable casual clothes and had a cool hairstyle. His right hand was actually blue.

"Who are you?" Xiaolong asked.

Unexpectedly, the visitor didn't bother to talk to Xiaolong at all. He just looked at Sanming Xiang's corpse and said, "95', what's wrong with you?"

Only then did Xiaolong understand that the 95' mentioned by the visitor referred to Sanming Xiangshi!

"I'm not 95', you got the wrong person!" Sanming Xiangshi said gloomily.

Xiaolong suddenly realized that the corpse possessed by Sanmingxiang Corpse was a member of the Dragon Group during his lifetime, and his code name must be 95'.

So, Xiaolong quickly tugged on Sanming Xiangshi's lapel. Sanming Xiangshi was smart enough and said with a smile, "Hey, just kidding, I'm 95'!"

"What happened recently? Why don't you contact the Dragon Group anymore?" the visitor asked.

"I -" Sanming Xiangshi didn't know how to answer, so he quickly came to his senses and whispered, "Let's go back to the Dragon Group first. There are outsiders around me!"

"Okay, come with me to the dragon group!" The visitor took one look at Sanming Xiang's corpse, spread his arms first, and walked away.

"Master, haven't you always wanted to know the whereabouts of the Dragon Group? This opportunity has come. I'll go check it out for you first!" After saying that, Sanming Xiangshi followed the man and flew away.

"Xiao Ming, you have to be careful. I heard that the people in the Dragon Group all possess special powers and are as skilled as the clouds. Don't let your identity be discovered!" Xiaolong instructed.

"I know Master!"

The back of Sanmingxiang Corpse gradually disappeared into the night.

Xiaolong came to the shooting scene and fell down from the eaves.

The martial artists in the crew looked at him with admiration, and Fan Bingshui also asked curiously, "Are you a kung fu master?"

"No, I'm a low-hander!" Xiaolong laughed.

"Xiaolong, I didn't expect you to be so awesome. How about it? Have you caught that weirdo?" policewoman Zhao Mei asked.

Xiaolong shrugged, "That weirdo is even more powerful, I can't catch him!"

Murong Yuntian thought in annoyance, "Uncle Man in Black, how do you control these puppets of the Netherworld Ancient Sect to cause trouble on the set? This is a scene I invested in, bastard—!"

That night, Murong Yuntian drove to a wide and empty road.

After getting out of the car, Murong Yuntian walked toward a manhole cover that looked like a sewer in the middle of the road.

He bent down and lifted the manhole cover, and when he looked out, there was a bright light below.

So, Murong Yuntian closed his eyes and jumped down.

"Ah——!" Although he knew it was safe down there, he was still scared.

"Plop——!" Murong Yuntian landed on the thick sponge.

This is a hut underground, with bright lights and thick sponges inside.

Murong Yuntian got up from the sponge and looked up at the circular passage above his head. It was so dark that he couldn't even see his fingers.

He opened the door of the hut and saw an underground palace. The surrounding walls were covered with wall lamps, like daylight.

Above the palace is written in ancient Chinese characters: Netherworld Ancient Sect.

There were groups of black men guarding the entrance of the palace in a figure-of-eight formation.

These people all wore black suits and black sunglasses with serious expressions.

The palace door was tightly closed. Murong Yuntian touched a rectangular screen on the side of the wall with his thumb, and the palace door slowly opened.

Murong Yuntian walked in.

This is a palace similar to the ancient terracotta warriors and horses, filled with weird people wearing plain clothes and braids.

They stood there motionless.

Murong Yuntian walked to the door of a room on the side of the palace, pushed the door open and entered.

This is an extremely large hall. There are many black men in white coats who look like scientists, working on various high-tech instruments.

When the black man who brought Murong Yuntian last time saw him, he took off his white coat and came over, "Why are you here?"

"Uncle Hei, why did you let the puppet go to my company's filming site to cause trouble?" Murong Yun said anxiously.

"I don't. We are upgrading the puppets recently. The puppets are now seriously scarce. How can I be willing to let the puppets show themselves outside again?" the black man said.

"That's strange, weird people wearing Qing Dynasty clothes often appear in my shooting scenes!" Murong Yuntian said.

"Haha, someone is pretending to be a puppet!" the black man said.

"Oh, I know!" Murong Yuntian suddenly realized.

"Go out. Remember, don't come down privately without my invitation. If someone follows you outside and discovers this underground palace, our plan for the black empire will come to nothing!" the black man said seriously.

"Oh, then I'm out! However, I have to ask Uncle Hei to help me take him up!" Murong Yuntian said.

The black man took out a remote control and pressed the on/off button.

A strange man in plain clothes in the palace moved and then walked in.

"Go and send him to the ground!" the black man said.

"Yes, Master!" The strange man in plain clothes led Murong Yuntian out.

At the same time, it was late at night in the hotel where the crew stayed.

After filming the night scene, Fan Bingshui returned to her guest room and took a comfortable bath. Before going to bed, she opened a close-up of Xiaolong and kissed her until she fell asleep.

In her dream, she dreamed that she was being played with by the little dragon, holding the little grape on the top of the peak and playing with it wantonly.

The shameful thing is that she still has feelings, and uses her big watery eyes to encourage Xiaolong to work harder.

"Gaga, if this keeps up, it'll be strange if Sister Fan doesn't fall in love with me!" Xiaolong chuckled while admiring the illusory battle between men and women on the screen in the next door room.

At dawn, Fan Bingshui woke up and sat in bed in a daze, lost in thought.

Why did I dream about the same dream and the same people as yesterday?

She was puzzled.

During breakfast, Fan Bingshui wanted to tell Tang Wei this absurd dream, but he was afraid that she would be jealous if she heard it.

Fan Bingshui was eating thoughtfully while thinking about whether he should tell Tang Wei about his dream.

Xiaolong, who was opposite Fan Bingshui, kept looking at her and smiling.

Xiaolong took a bite of the bun and said with a smile, "Oh, I had another dream last night! Tang Wei, guess who I dreamed about?"

"You're not dreaming about me, are you?" Zhao Mei said.

"No, guess what!" Xiaolong laughed.

"I know, of course I dreamed about your Tang Wei!" Zhao Mei said.

"Wrong, he dreamed of me!" Fan Bingshui blurted out.

"Huh? How do you know Xiaolong dreamed of you?" Zhao Mei asked in disbelief.

Fan Bingshui immediately turned red and said awkwardly, "I, I was just guessing!"

"Haha, you guessed it right, I did dream about Sister Fan last night!"
To be continued...