Bone Painting Coroner

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapters of Bone Painting!Song Zhi took some of the clothes Wang Jun gave himself and thought about it, but he still couldn't bring it home.

Today, Wang Jun must be returned!

He must not do anything about accepting bribes.

He carried his baggage and continued to walk in the background of the troupe.

Everyone was busy, nobody looked at him again.

This is the first time he has come to the background, and the scenes before him are very interesting.

"Let let..."

I saw someone carrying a boxy wooden board from the outside.

The board is all loess!

Also braving some green leaves.

Freshly baked!

Song Zhi narrowed his eyes and asked, "What is this?"

The four men stopped and glanced at him.

Surprised: "Oh, Mr. Song!"

"Yes."

"Why is Mr. Song free?"

"Just come and turn around casually." Song Zhi covered his baggage behind his back when he spoke, and asked, "What are you carrying?"

Several people who carried things smiled: "Mr. Song will not even know this? Is this loess!"

Song Zhi was slightly embarrassed: "Naturally, I know that this is loess, but how do I lift the soil to it?"

"For props."

"Props?"

"It was the loess used by the ghost mourners, and the fake mud used to be used before, but the master suddenly said to use real mud, which is also true."

"Oh!" He nodded.

The pottery master is really intentional.

"Does Song Gongzi have anything else?" the man asked.

Song Zhi stopped talking and shook his head: "No, you are busy with you."

"okay."

Those people carried the loess and left.

In the small meeting, Song Zhi wandered around in the background again and asked a few talents to find Wang Jun's booth.

Worthy of being a niche, with a separate place to use.

Although it's not big inside, compared with other characters, the treatment is already very good.

Song Zhi looked at it, there were costumes and props used by Xiaosheng everywhere, and there were also colorful makeup on the makeup table.

Bottles and cans are everywhere!

Song Zhi put the baggage in his hand to the makeup table.

I also felt that Wang Jun would not notice at that time, and simply put it on the table.

Make sure Wang Jun will notice as soon as he comes in.

"Princess Wang, you can't be bothered by powerlessness! I can't take your clothes." He bowed to the burden.

Then went out!

As soon as he left the gate of Xiuzhuangzi, he heard someone behind him saying, "What's going on with this king? Is the drama at night still not acting?"

Others said, "I have searched all over."

"Still no one?"

"No."

"This is how to do?"

"Master, don't worry, Master Zhang has already waited for Zhang Xiaobai anyway. If Wang Jun won't be able to catch up in the end, he will take it."

"Zhang Xiaobai plays a small role, it is not suitable at all!"

"It's inappropriate! But what can I do now? Only he can get on, and others are not familiar with the drama." The person who was called as a master sighed and waved his hand. When I found Wang Jun, I quickly pulled him back. It’s true, he usually tells us something first. I know that many people come to the village to watch "Ghost Nirvana" at night.

Head, since he played missing for me, when I see him, I must peel him."

"Master, don't be angry first."

"Forget it, go find it quickly."

"Yes!"

After Song Zhi listened, looking back, he saw that the master of the troupe was all black.

It looks like a human being!

He didn't dare to provoke, so he left.

Because he still had to watch a show at night, after buying the needed chai rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea, he strolled around the street carrying those things.

After a while, I will sit under the big tree outside the City God Temple.

Sit in front of the storyteller for a while.

Later, I went to the tea shop and asked for a bowl of tea.

But time passes very slowly!

Wandered around for a long time before the afternoon.

...

Ji Yunshu took a rest for a night, and took Jingrong to the streets early in the morning.

Yiwu is really beautiful!

Almost every door is hung with lanterns and bird cages, which is quite artistic.

The town is surrounded by mountains and rivers, the climate is moderate, and it is neither hot nor cold in December.

People are also refreshing.

Jing Rong accompanied her to stroll around, all day long with her mouth hooked up.

He likes the state of Ji Yunshu today, likes to see her smile, and likes the worry-free in her eyes.

During the period from Da Lin to Hu Yi, Ji Yunshu hardly mentioned the previous things.

As if that experience never existed.

But no one knows her better than Jing Rong. He knows that she has never forgotten or "healed", but the scar has scabed and you are still being stolen, but it may be pulled away at any time.

Once pulled apart, it will bleed into a river.

But seeing Ji Yunshu like this now, he also felt a lot relieved.

Perhaps it was a good decision to come to Huyi.

Only when you leave the sad place can you forget the past.

After all this day, Bai Yin couldn't bear it, and didn't have much interest.

He hugged his chest with both hands, and looked around blindly, while saying, "This Yiwu is good, but there are too many merchants, and when there are many people, everything is complicated."

Jing Rong patted him on the shoulder: "Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and rivers and lakes are a complicated place."

"You are right!"

"Of course, of course."

"But you literati, there is one set, not one set." Baiyin didn't like Wen Crepe, so he hurried forward.

Looking at his back, Jing couldn't bear to laugh.

This Baiyin can kill people when it is cold, and it can kill people when it is hard, but sometimes it is very interesting to talk.

Ji Yunshu was listening to the conversation between the two, with a slight tick in the corner of his mouth.

Laughed too.

Finally, the three found a restaurant and sat down.

Ordered a few side dishes and asked for two pots of good wine.

As soon as the dishes were served, Jing Rong's guard came.

"Son."

Jing Rong yelled.

The bodyguard took out three theater tickets from his clothes and said, "Son, this is the ticket."

Just three!

Ji Yunshu.

One view.

A white tone.

Jing Rong took it and waved his hand.

The bodyguard retreated.

Ji Yunshu looked at it, opened his eyes, and asked, "Is this the ticket for "Ghost Nirvana"?"

Jing Rong: "Aren't you still full of those two drama words? We'll go to watch tonight."

Baiyin interjected: "Aren't you saying that a ticket is hard to find?"

Jing Rong patted the ticket in his hand, raised his eyebrows, and proudly said, "As long as there is money, there is nothing impossible."

It's true that money can make ghosts grind.

Baiyinyu.

Jing Rong looked at Ji Yunshu and said with emotion: "You just want the moon in the sky, and I can pick it up for you."

Ji Yunshu had a red cheek.

Drooped his eyes.

The dog food sprinkled too suddenly.

Bai Yin coughed slightly.

Pay attention to the occasion, pay attention to the occasion.

Jing Rong said with a smile: "You have to get used to it gradually."

Bai Yin: "..." Someone said that he had eaten this bowl of dog food all the way, and he didn't want to eat it anymore.