Underworld Chat Group: My Hubby is King Hades Chapter 15: 15: Ten years of life and death are boundless (5)

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Zhang's ancestral hall.

Rows of oil lamps were lit in the cleaned ancestral hall. Under the dim light, the tablets of the Zhang family's ancestors were vague and indistinct.

This is the ancestral hall of Zhangjiazhen.

At night, the crew had a scene to be filmed at the entrance of the ancestral hall. It was a long time that the director team and the old patriarch of the town asked for a long time before they agreed to let them shoot once. Therefore, the entire crew was very careful, hoping to make the filming successful in one shot.

Ning Huanxin doesn't have a role here, she just came over to make up for it.

This town is called Zhangjiazhen, and most of the people in the town are named Zhang.

Ning Huanxin borrowed a set of clothes from Zhang Yan before going out. Although she was a little thin, she could still wear it anyway, and the little girl was very enthusiastic and lent Ning Huanxin a red windbreaker.

Bright red, especially dazzling in the dark.

In order to get a familiar face as soon as possible, Ning Huanxin was very diligent in helping the little props move. When carrying the chair into the ancestral hall, Ning Huanxin obviously felt that the ancestral hall was much colder than outside.

It's cold, it's really cold.

"Snee!" The prop boy beside him couldn't help but sneezed, and subconsciously tightened his thick coat.

"Why is this room colder than outside?"

The person on the side of "Shh" shook his head at him, and pointed to the tablet not far away: "This is an ancestral hall, where countless Yin spirits are enshrined, can it be cold?"

While speaking, the two people's complexion changed and they rushed out of the ancestral hall.

And Ning Huanxin walked at the end, always feeling that there was a pair of eyes looking at her behind her, those eyes were very deep, very sharp.

Who is it?

Ning Huanxin turned around abruptly, the ancestral hall was empty, only rows of oil lamps were flashing, Ning Huanxin frowned, and glanced at the rows of spiritual positions in the ancestral hall, but didn’t notice it. When something was wrong, she turned around.

"Boom."

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of something falling behind me.

Ning Huanxin turned his head again and saw that a spiritual position card had actually fallen on the bluestone ground.

Ning Huanxin's body froze in place, she hesitated to return, her arm was suddenly caught.

"Why are you still here?"

Jiang Lixing's voice suddenly came from the side.

"I..."

Ning Huanxin opened her mouth and pointed behind her: "There is a spiritual position card over there..."

On the bluestone ground, it's empty!

"What happened to the spiritual position card?" Jiang Lixing glanced at Ning Huanxin's fingers, but found nothing.

"Um."

Ning Huanxin’s hands are full of fine sweat: "Maybe... I am dazzled! This place is gloomy, I am very nervous, and I get dazzled when I am nervous."

"Okay, you are new here. Learn how to act and how to move towards the camera. Come on, I'm going to end the play. I'll take you over there to see."

Jiang Lixing's temper seemed surprisingly good. Being pulled by his male god, Ning Huanxin's mood quickly calmed down.

Two people came to the shooting scene, because Jiang Lixing is the second male in this play and has his own place to rest. The people in the crew are also very kind to him.

He brought Ning Huanxin to the camera directly, and explained the filming skills to her in a low voice. The two were very close, so close that Ning Huanxin could smell Jiang Lixing's body.

Faint, a very inexplicable fresh taste.

"What perfume did you use?"

Ning Huanxin asked suddenly.

This smell is so special, as long as you smell it once, you will never forget it again.