What are you laughing at?

The talent show had to be open to the public, and if they were not careful, the existence of the metaphysical world would be exposed. Dean Xu personally called the nine members of the metaphysics class to himself, specifically explaining the purpose of this mission: everything is low-key and careful.

"We've spoken to the program, the director will have the staff do their best to ignore your scenes, performances and other things can be skipped, keep a low profile, don't let the other trainees find out your true identities," Director Xu recited two or three times, "The program will give you freedom as much as it can, for safety, there are only a few people in the program who know your identities. You will be given freedom within the program's ability, in order to be safe, there are only a few people in the program group who know your identity, if you have any problems, you can go to these people."

Jiang Luo took a look at the list, and the names of several heads of the program team were on it.

Simply put, they're there to be transparent, solve the paranormal case and then retire without a trace from the program.

Jiang Luo Looked at the name of the variety show, the variety show is called "Next Stop, Idol".

The name looked somewhat familiar to him.

He thought for a moment and realized, wasn't this the talent show that Bai Qiu had been trying so hard to recommend him for?

Two months ago, he and Chi You disguised as Brother Qiao to help the first-tier actress Bai Qiu cracked her agent to give her under the charm of harmony, Bai Qiu and Jiang Luo in the aftermath of the exchange of contact information, Bai Qiu had been a strong encouragement to Jiang Luo into the entertainment industry, want to sign Jiang Luo in the name of her studio, but also gave Jiang Luo a list of debut plans, the first stop is the "next stop, idol" talent show. Bai Qiu also gave Jiang Luo a debut plan, with the first stop being the talent show "Next Stop, Idol".

Jiang Luo refused every time without hesitation, but he didn't realize that the variety show would appear in front of his eyes again.

When I think of Bai Qiu, I think of the agent beside Bai Qiu. Jiang Luo took out his cell phone and searched for subsequent news.

Bai Qiu moved quickly, and a week after she sobered up from the Harmony Charms, her manager, He Meng, was sent to jail by her on a number of charges, the most serious of which were drug use and blackmailing Bai Qiu with threats.

Each of these charges is extremely heavy, and can directly make He Meng sit through the bottom of the prison.

Jiang Luo was so impressed that she had to say, when a woman is ruthless, there is nothing for a man to do.

'Next Stop, Idol' is a boy band talent show, and Zhuo Zhongqiu, happily standing next to Dean, gloats as he looks at his peers and asks, "So who's going?"

Dean Xu stroked his white beard, "You've asked to the point."

When you go to a talent show, of course you have to look good.

Dean Xu looked at his students one by one and fretted: these are all quite good-looking, how should I choose?

School missions can accumulate credits, which are accumulated for graduation, or to get school rewards, and can also be exchanged for money. The Six Great Houses would also take high credit students from the school to be their direct disciples, so every mission was a mixture of crisis and opportunity.

When President Xu couldn't choose, he said, "Tell you what, you guys cast a vote."

After the voting results came out, Jiang Luo was in the first place, followed by Qi Ye and Lu Youyi. The second and third were Qi Ye and Lu Youyi, and the dean decided on the three of them, explaining, "The day after tomorrow, someone will come to pick you up and take you to the program, so come to the school at 8:00 a.m.". Alright, it's fine now, go back."

Walking out of the dean's office, Jiang Luo asked grimly, "Who voted for me?"

Eight hands were raised in unison.

Wenren Lian ruffled her curls and smiled, "With a face like yours, it would be a waste not to go on the show. And I'm used to women's clothing, I can't. Ge Zhu is a Taoist priest, he can't either. Kuang Zheng is too big, he can't either. Ye Xun has to hold Xiao Fen at all times, and I don't think the show is allowed to bring dolls? As for Sai Liaoer."

He looked at the little blonde curly hair that was green and black under his eyes and had a look of kidney deficiency, "...... Better give him time to catch up on his sleep."

"After counting, there are only three of you left."

Jiang Luo narrowed his eyes and swept over them, things have been finalized, he also recognized. He touched his face, Jiang Luo has always been good-looking and self-aware, this face if people notice, his future life will be in trouble.

In order not to be mobbed when he goes out, Jiang Luo will make every effort to keep a low profile.

After the afternoon class, Jiang Luo was called back to the Heavenly Master's Mansion by Feng Li.

Coincidentally, Zhuo Zhongqiu and Qi Ye were also called back by the Zhuo and Qi families.

After arriving at the Heavenly Master's Mansion, it was exactly midday. There were still as many people in the Heavenly Master's Mansion as ever, Jiang Luo went in through the door, and the registered disciple standing next to the door respectfully said, "Senior brother."

Jiang Luo nodded his head and walked into the inner courtyard amidst many reverent gazes.

Feng Li was not at the Heavenly Master's Mansion, but he sent another disciple, Wang Santan, to make arrangements for Jiang Luo. Jiang Luo hadn't seen this senior brother for quite some time, and he casually asked, "Senior Brother San Sheng, why weren't you present at the third level of the tournament in western Hunan the other day?"

He remembered that Wang Santan and another Brother Zhou Wudu had clearly passed the second level.

Wang Santan's face darkened, "Because those five people who ate the mushrooms in Yunnan included me."

Jiang Luo : "...... "Pfft.

Wang Santan escorted him back to his room and said, "Sir has asked you to practice the new five charms, and when it's ten o'clock, sir will check your practice via video."

"By the way, I've got a set of clothes for you in the closet," Wang Santan said, "We're going to a funeral tomorrow, so you remember to wear that tomorrow."

After Wang Santan left, Jiang Luo practiced his talisman seriously as time was running out.

When he first became Feng Li's master, he intentionally hid his strength. However, Feng Li seems to realize that there is more to him than meets the eye, and sets him more and more difficult tasks, constantly pushing Jiang Luo to reveal his true strength.

Now there were only three hours left before ten o'clock, three hours to learn how to draw five kinds of talismans, and he really dared to set it up.

Time flies when you're concentrating. At ten o'clock in the evening, Jiang Luo waited for Feng Li's video on time.

On the other side of the video, Zhou Wudu, another one of Feng Li's disciples, adjusts the angle and Feng Li's cold, watery face comes into view.

Feng Li sat on a carved wooden chair with a faintly disconcerting look on his face, his hands folded, his dark Tang suit giving him an intimidating presence that made people not dare to look directly at him.

Zhou Wudu stood behind Feng Li with fear and trembling, he squeezed his eyes towards Jiang Luo and made a silent gesture: Mr. is not in a good mood!

Jiang Luo heart: bad luck.

He lifted his brush squarely, "Sir, I'm ready."

Feng Li nodded gently, "Let's begin."

Jiang Luo mentioned air, focus on the pen.

His talent for talismans is of the "God's blessing" variety, and if it were anyone else, Feng Li's request would probably make him cry. But when it came to Jiang Luo, he was able to do it quickly and well. In less than half an hour, five brand-new talismans were laid out on the table one by one.

Feng Li saw that he was running his brush in a flowing stream without any half stagnation, and his face eased a bit, "Wudu, you learned talismans several years earlier than Jiang Luo, but you can't match his progress in a month."

Zhou Wudu enviously and jealously watched as Jiang Luo put down his pen, "Sir, master brother is great."

Jiang Luo humbly said, "Elder brother is also great."

The two of them exchanged a few words, Feng Li looked at Jiang Luo's face, but suddenly said, "You didn't use dinner?"

Jiang Luo : "I came back and practiced talismans, I haven't had time to eat yet."

Feng Li's expression sank again, "Is this how your senior brother takes care of you? Call him over."

Wang Santan came over and was scolded by Feng Li. 80 kilograms of han was scolded to the point that he almost cried, sobbing, "I'll go and prepare food for my senior brother!"

Twenty minutes later, he brought Jiang Luo a bowl of noodles and a small dish. Jiang Luo finished eating under Feng Li's watchful eye, and when he reached 80% full, Feng Li slowly asked, "Did he look for you during the days I was away."

Jiang Luo understood who this "he" was.

"No." He shook his head with deliberate hesitation.

Feng Li's eyes went cold, "Jiang Luo, tell the truth."

Jiang Luo's eyes reddened all of a sudden, "Sir, I really have no way to not see him. I beg you not to hurt him, this time I took the initiative to go to him, I really miss him ...... too much Sir, you believe me, after I help him to take revenge ...... I will try to forget him."

The dark-haired youth lowered his head and choked out, "I really will forget him, please don't let his soul go."

Feng Li's face was unperturbed, "Where did you meet him?"

Jiang Luo shut up.

Feng Li's killing intent rose in his heart.

An evil spirit was just a ghost, but it had already affected his disciples to this extent.

He thought that Chi You would not dare to come near Jiang Luo after his last fight with him, but the reality is that this evil spirit is like a gangrene that continues to deepen its influence on Jiang Luo.

Chi You ......

He touched the jade trigger on his hand and calmly said, ''If you don't say it, I have a way to know. Jiang Luo, I'll tell you one last time, people and ghosts have different paths. The next time you see him, you must inform me immediately. If you don't do as I say, I will do more than just let him not be allowed to go beyond life."

Feng Li looked at Jiang Luo and said coldly, "He will also break your legs."

The corners of Jiang Luo's buried smile froze, and he looked up at him with an expressionless face.

The black-haired youth's eyes were slightly red, even without expression, there was a look of sadness, Feng Li English said, "Go and wash your face."

The look on his face was undeniable, and Jiang Luo lowered his eyes, and after a few seconds, got up and went to the restroom.

Jiang Luo took two shovelfuls of cool water and poured it over his face, and when he raised his head, the dark-haired young man in the mirror looked slightly somber.

Jiang Luo hated Feng Li's attitude.

Ever since he was a child, Jiang Luo has never been restricted in his every move, much less threatened lightly: if you do this, then I will break your legs.

He and Feng Li were originally utilizing each other. Although Feng Li didn't say it, he knew that Feng Li had taken him as a disciple because of his talent and strength, and that by taking him as a disciple, he would be able to work for the Heavenly Master's Office.

Feng Li is not a nice person, otherwise in the original book, he would not have watched the original body, a disciple of the clan, being tortured to death by Chi You in order to help Chi You to avenge his death.

We all understand each other, some things are just enough. Jiang Luo could accept that Feng Li had sent Chi You spiraling away, but he absolutely could not accept Feng Li's control over him.

Drops of water slipped from his lower jaw, and Jiang Luo wiped them away and walked out with a collected expression.

Feng Li looked at the way he had recovered and the coldness around him warmed back up a lot.

Zhou Wudu, shaken with fear behind Feng Li, made a vigorous face toward Wang Santan, who gulped and summoned up the courage to say, "Sir, it's late, you should go to bed."

Feng Li said in a faint voice, "Close it."

Zhou Wudu walks up and turns off the video.

The screen went black, Jiang Luo sat down on his seat and looked to the side, Wang Santan was typing rapidly on his cell phone.

"I was asking what would make Mr. angry," Feng Li was not here, but Wang Santan still did not dare to speak out loud, "Zhou Wudu said that Mr. met a female lunatic today, and came up to Mr. and rushed at him, and shouted ' Feng Li, I want to raise the next Heavenly Master with you,' and almost hugged Mr."

Jiang Luo brainstormed that scene and almost laughed out loud as he felt slightly more comfortable, "How did you do it sir?"

"The gentleman's face was black," Wang Santan winced, "and the girl was a Chi family member, and the Chi family elders were standing around smiling and watching, and it felt like they were happy to see it happen."

Can you not be happy about that?

Feng Li has status, ability and looks.

In the eyes of those who don't know Feng Li, he is indeed one of the best husbands in the world.

But Jiang Luo can guarantee that Feng Li's future wife, if Feng Li doesn't like it, that's it. If Feng Li likes it, she will be the type that says, "If you dare to go out, I'll break your legs".

Maybe we'll have to trap people in the Heavenly Master's Mansion and not let them out.

Jiang Luo chatted with Wang Santan for a few minutes, and Wang Santan yawned, "No more, go to sleep, we have to get up early tomorrow. We have to get up early tomorrow. We have to be at our destination at eight o'clock, so you'd better set an alarm for six o'clock."

Jiang Luo: "I know."

The night passed peacefully, and the next morning Jiang Luo got up and left the house after breakfast with Wang Santan.

Wang Santan dressed Jiang Luo in a plain black Tang suit, and he himself wore the same suit. Although the clothes are the same, they have a very different effect on the two men.

After getting off the bus, Wang Santan silently moved away from Jiang Luo.

After arriving at the place, Jiang Luo realized whose funeral he was attending. It was the funeral of a member of the Chi family who had died in a competition in western Hunan.

Inside the funeral hall, the coffin was placed in the center. A picture of the deceased was placed on the table, and people from the Chi family knelt on either side of the coffin, crying much more sincerely than they had at the last Chi You funeral.

Jiang Luo and Wang Santan went to the incense and looked for Feng Li in the crowd.

Jiang Luo was a bit distracted.

He was pondering something.

It has been seven days since the death of this Chi family member. In August weather, bodies decompose quickly, so why hasn't he been buried yet?

Wang Santan suddenly quickened his pace and led Jiang Luo through the people, saying respectfully, "Sir, we're here."

Jiang Luo looked up and saw that Feng Li was surrounded by several old men, a circle of people chatting. Among the old men, one of them, whom he had seen before in the Heavenly Master's Mansion, was none other than the Chi family old man who was sitting with the old Heavenly Master at that time.

Feng Li nodded slightly, "Come over and meet a few clan elders."

Wang Santan, as the senior brother, took the lead, "Greetings, Clan Elders, you few look much healthier again."

"Good boy," one of the old men smiled, fixing his gaze on Jiang Luo with a gleam in his eye, "Is this the first place winner of the competition? Come and let me take a look and dip into the light of the first place."

Jiang Luo stepped forward, a few old people secretly measured him once. The Zhuo family old man did not hurry and said, "We also detained the children around, Zhongqiu Several young children are playing in the back, let them also go over."

Wang Santan looked to Feng Li, who agreed, "Go."

The two disciples took their leave, and Feng Li watched them. The Tiangshifu's Tang suit was low-profile and conspicuous in the crowd, Jiang Luo was even more impossible to ignore, more or less someone put Yu Guang secretly on Jiang Luo, the excellent people always attracted side-eye.

But whether living or dead, for Feng Li, love these things will only make people distracted and timid, like sludge and dirty water, even if the dust is not stained a delicate heart, touch the love of this thing, but also to become muddy.

He disliked love affairs and detested onlookers bringing down the disciples he had his eye on.

Both the living and the dead.

Feng Li withdrew his eyes and said indifferently, "Do several clan elders know that this little disciple of mine has a distinctive lover?"

A few clan elders looked at each other, not understanding why the hallowed Heavenly Master would talk to them about such a topic, "Oh? What do you mean by that?"

Feng Li looked towards the Chi family clan elder, "Speaking of which, this lover of his still has some relationship with the Chi family."

The mean-looking Chi family elder suddenly had a bad feeling.

His hands behind his back were shaking slightly, and he forced composure on his face, "Could it be me Chi family Which girl?"

Feng Li coldly laughed, "It is none other than Chi You, the long dead family head of your Chi family. he has transformed into an evil spirit, but he haunts my disciples."

"Bam--"

The Chi family clan elder's eyes widened and the thermos fell to the floor.

*

After leaving Feng Li's group, Jiang Luo did not go to Zhuo Zhongqiu's group.

He hid among the corners, sweeping one by one over the guests attending the funeral.

The first time a Chi family member dies, Jiang Luo can't believe that Chi You won't come to see the fun.

The boogeyman had most likely been hiding in some corner, egregiously watching the funeral crowd's every move.

Jiang Luo's gaze swept past the coffin once more.

The wailing on both sides was so miserable that several people fell limply to the ground in tears, and it was simply heartbreaking to hear and listen to.

When Chi You, the proper full-fledged, Chi family powerhouse, died, it wasn't such a big deal.

Jiang Luo couldn't help but laugh out loud, in order not to be taken for a psychopath, he covered his mouth and took several steps backward, afraid that his gloating laugh would be heard by the bystanders.

So much for retreating into the arms of another.

The man stifled a laugh and asked with interest, "What are you laughing at."