Chapter 657 The Trap Attracts Guests!

As long as there is enough money as motivation, coupled with the monk's means to increase energy, and the members sent by Lord Lingdie to infiltrate the crew... you can imagine how efficient the crew will be when the filming of the movie starts!

When the time comes, this crew will be like a giant rolling machine, crushing all the difficulties in front of it!

Maybe in a few days, the movie Song Shuhang needs can be shot!

It's a pity that the crew won't arrive until tomorrow... It would be great if they could arrive earlier and start filming that movie earlier. [No pop-ups..]??

"Don't be impatient." Lord Lingdie took a sip of tea.

It will take some time for my daughter Yu Rouzi to survive the catastrophe. Such a long time is definitely enough to complete Song Shuhang's movie.

His lovely daughter doesn't have to appear on the movie screen in all her glory - as compensation, he will take his daughter to see the movie himself.

Just like that... the world-class crew that was filming on the Niuding Mountain in Wenzhou City, Song Shuhang's hometown, was tempted by Lord Lingdie's huge financial offensive and the monks' various methods. They packed up their equipment that day and rushed there in a hurry. Jiangnan region.

Accompanying the crew was a foreign monk who infiltrated the crew.

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Nine p.m.

Song Shuhang ended today's practice. Under the guidance of Venerable Bai, he had mastered the third level of "Thirty-Three Beasts' Innate Qigong".

The next step is to master the third level of the "Thirty-Three Beasts Innate Qigong", accumulate the true liquid in the sea of ​​true energy in the body, and attack the first vein of the "Xinghui Vein".

After bidding farewell to Venerable White, Song Shuhang returned to his room and prepared to rest for the night.

On the way back to his room, Shuhang passed by Master Tunyun's room and found that the master's room was brightly lit and there were excited debates inside.

In addition to the voice of Master Tunyun, there is another voice... which seems to be the voice of his close friend Gao Moumou.

Wasn't Gao Moumou drunk as mud and sleeping in the room? When did you get up and come to Master Tunyun's room? Sleepwalking?

No, no,

Song Shuhang stopped at the door and listened for a while, and soon heard that Master Tunyun and Gao Moumou were discussing the script of the movie.

It seemed that Gao Moumou and the master had a very happy conversation.

Gao Moumou has devoted himself wholeheartedly to this movie story.

congratulations.

Song Shuhang left quietly without disturbing his best friend and master, and went back to his room to rest.

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In the early morning of August 11th, in the dead of night.

Only in Master Tunyun's room could one still hear the sound of Gao Moumou communicating with the master. The two of them had not rested yet and were both very energetic. It looked like they were going to stay all night tonight.

Song Shuhang struggled to get up from the bed, rubbing his brows and smiling bitterly.

It wasn't Gao Moumou's discussion that disturbed him.

——Song Shuhang is completely unable to sleep now, and the mental power between his eyebrows has become increasingly brighter. This is a symbol of the promotion of mental power from the third level to the fourth level.

Song Shuhang's physique, which he had finally improved with great effort, still could not withstand the increasing mental power. When his mental energy jumped every once in a while, it would hit him hard on the head like a small hammer.

Song Shuhang, who was already sleepy, was awakened. In fact, he had been unable to get a good night's sleep for several days.

"We have to capture the 'Dragon Demon' quickly and get it." Song Shuhang thought to himself. If he was not worthy of the dragon magic potion, just being unable to sleep would drive him crazy.

He is only at the third level now, and he still can't stay awake.

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Song Shuhang, who suffered from insomnia and headache, rubbed his temples and came to the balcony of Yu Jiaojiao's villa.

At this time, he discovered that there was another figure on the balcony of the villa, biting a long pipe and puffing away smoke.

It's the red-faced layman Xian Gong.

Sensing Song Shuhang's arrival, layman Xiangong turned his head and looked at Song Shuhang who was rubbing his brow: "Little friend Shuhang can't sleep either?"

"Yeah." Song Shuhang nodded.

"I am the same. My mental strength is much stronger than my physical strength. Every once in a while, I feel like someone is hitting me on the head with a fist, making it impossible for me to have a good rest." Layman Xiangong exhaled a mouthful of white mist and said sadly.

"I feel like every once in a while, a little hammer hits my head." Song Shuhang said.

The two looked at each other and smiled, feeling sympathy for each other.

"Want to smoke some?" Layman Xiangong shook his long pipe: "If you want, I have a spare pipe here that has not been used yet."

"Thank you, senior, I don't know how to smoke." Song Shuhang smiled and waved his hand.

"Then I won't give you the chance to waste my precious tobacco." Layman Xiangong laughed and continued to smoke.

After a while, layman Xiangong said: "The trap has been set, and I will definitely catch it when the time comes!"

Song Shuhang responded cooperatively: "We will definitely have a good sleep by then."

"Yeah, a good sleep. Although sleep doesn't mean much to me now...but I haven't had a good night's sleep in nearly thirty years. Moreover, even practicing in seclusion will be affected. The influence of mental power. I have had enough." Layman Xiangong sighed, and then said: "I have activated the aura of the little friend in the formation, let's see if we can gain anything next!"

"We will succeed!" Song Shuhang said.

"We will succeed!" Layman Xiangong said equally firmly.

The two looked at each other and smiled again, their eyes full of longing for a better future.

At this moment, a voice came over: "Little friend Shuhang, fellow Daoist Xianggong, what are you two doing? You are laughing so strangely."

It was Venerable Bai's voice.

Song Shuhang looked up following the voice, and then found Senior Bai sitting cross-legged on the roof platform of the villa, holding a bamboo teacup in both hands, with steam rising slowly from the cup.

Next to Senior Bai, there is a small coffee table with some food, fruits, and a pot of boiling tea on it.

The soft moonlight fell, making Senior Bai feel like a mortal immortal.

"We are discussing how to capture, um..." Song Shuhang was halfway through talking when he suddenly thought of what layman Xian Gong had discussed with him. If the dragon demon was captured, he would create a 'Dragon Tail Escape Shadow' for Venerable White. As a surprise.

Give Venerable Bai a surprise.

When he thought of this, Song Shuhang smiled mysteriously at Senior Bai: "Secret, Senior Bai."

But just after saying this, Song Shuhang felt something was wrong - what did Senior White have to hide about the dragon demon? When the dragon demon appears, Venerable White will naturally know about it.

The only thing he needs to keep secret from Senior White is making a 'Dragon Tail Escape Shadow' for Senior White.

So, Shuhang coughed and was about to explain the matter of the 'Dragon Demon' to Venerable White.

"Secret? Okay, then I won't ask any more questions." Venerable Bai chuckled, continued to hold the teacup, and took a sip.

This is embarrassing.

Well, anyway, when the dragon demon appears, Venerable White will be able to see it, so let’s talk about it then.

"Little friend Shuhang and fellow Daoist Xianggong, can't you sleep? Then why don't you come over and sit down and have a cup of tea?" Venerable White invited.

"Okay." Song Shuhang jumped lightly, used the movement technique of "A Gentleman's Thousand Miles Journey", flew over the eaves and walked over the wall, and made a few leaps as light as a swallow, landing next to Venerable Bai.

Then, he was not polite. After sitting down, he grabbed a big apple and gnawed it hard. Compared to layman Xian Gong's pipe, Senior Bai's fruits, delicacies, and tea are indeed more suitable for him.

The layman Xiangong in the distance laughed dryly. He put out his pipe and followed Song Shuhang to the side of Venerable Bai.

With gentle movements, Venerable Bai poured a cup of tea for each of Shuhang and Xiangong, and placed them gently on the coffee table.

Then, the Venerable held up his tea cup again, blew the hot air in the cup, and took a small sip of tea with a look of enjoyment on his face.

Song Shuhang took the cup on the coffee table, blew on it skillfully, and took a small sip.

Venerable Bai's tea is not Lingmai Bicha, but it is also a type of Lingcha. Song Shuhang only felt the fragrance of tea blooming in his mouth.

"The whole person has come back to life." Song Shuhang sighed.

Layman Xiangong also stretched out his hand, ready to take the tea cup.

But suddenly, layman Xiangong's hands froze.

A look of joy appeared on his face.

"Something is coming!" said the layman Xiangong.

"Is the target coming?" Song Shuhang also asked.

"Not sure, but this thing is aimed at your aura, little friend. Even if it is not the target, it must have a lot to do with the target." Layman Xiangong said.

After saying that, layman Xiangong jumped up and jumped towards the back of the villa.

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Behind Jiaojiao Villa, there was a group of seven figures, approaching the trap laid by layman Xian Gong.

"That's right, I have already sensed that breath."

"It is stained with the blood and resentment of our companions."

"He must be given the cruelest punishment!"

"Anyone who is stained with the blood of our clan is the common enemy of our sea urchin warriors all over the world. He cannot escape. His fate is to be completely killed by us. The powerful sea urchin warriors will have no mercy!"

"Not only him, but also his family and everyone related to them will be destined to die in the hands of our sea urchin warriors!"

"However, if he kneels down and begs for mercy, let us cut off his head. In this way, our sea urchin warriors can spare the lives of their family members!"

The seven figures were constantly communicating.

In their exchanges, sentences such as "Kill your whole family, kill all your relatives and friends, cut off your own head to apologize" appeared most frequently.

Soon, seven figures approached the trap.

The moonlight shines, and the seven figures are all dressed in black clothes, with masks on their heads that only expose their eyes. On top of their heads, there were many black spikes emerging from their hoods. Their bodies are also covered with black spikes, making them look like hedgehogs.

Sea urchin warrior, fearless!

Anyone who offends the sea urchin warriors will be punished no matter how far they are from across thousands of mountains and rivers! (.)

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