The daily life of the crew of "Beasts".

Chapter 120: Zhongyuan Chapter

After Chugou arrived, the crew continued to operate normally, and he passed the test during a trial shoot not long after, officially joining the crew.

As the sun rose and set, and filming continued as usual, August arrived.

Today is the Ghost Festival, when the gates of hell are wide open, allowing ghosts from the underworld to visit their relatives in the mortal realm.

Ghostly energy permeated the streets and alleys; although it was still summer, the heat was no longer felt.

Pixiu in the home,

Tianlu lay on the sofa, howling.

"I'm so bored! I want to go out and play! Aa ...

"Stop howling, Tianlu," Pixie said helplessly.

"No! I'll just howl! Awoooo ...

"I told you to stop howling, it's so noisy."

Bai Jie came out of the house, holding a precious pearl in his claws, and stuffed it into Tian Lu's mouth.

With a soft "hmm," Tianlu's mouth was sealed shut. He blinked, swallowed the pearl, and fell silent.

"You know our situation. If we go out and wander around during this holiday, we'll scare the ancestors of other people."

Bai Jie spread his claws.

The menu for the three Pixiu contains evil spirits. Although they don't like to eat them, their aura is still frightening to those ghosts.

Especially for warding off evil spirits, if he stands at the east end of the village, you can be sure that there won't be a single ghost in the surrounding area.

But people still need to perform ancestral rites, which is an opportunity that only comes once a year. It's really inappropriate for them to go out and wander around and ruin it.

The screen turned,

In the slightly messy bedroom,

Xu Xian sat cross-legged on the bed, engrossed in his phone, while Huihui was hunched over another phone next to him.

"Put-put-put-put-put-put-put-put!"

Gunshots rang out, and Xu Xian swiped his finger across the screen, taking out the enemy with a burst of fire and letting out a long sigh of relief.

At that moment, disgruntled voices rang out behind him.

"Hey, have you even tried it? Shouldn't it be time for me to switch?"

"Impossible, you're too bad, you're not even as good as your son. If I let you play, I'd lose all my points."

Xu Xian refused without even thinking, and Hui Xian'er, who was sitting on the pillow behind him, immediately looked even more displeased.

suddenly,

"Dong dong dong."

A knock sounded at the door, and Xu Xian looked puzzled.

Normally, almost no one comes to see me, so why are people appearing during the Ghost Festival? Could it be ghosts knocking on my door?

He wiggled his hips and moved to the edge of the bed, then put on his slippers and got up to walk towards the door.

The slippers made a slapping sound as they were being slapped, and Xu Xian stopped in front of the door and asked curiously.

"Who is it?"

"Your grandpa."

A hoarse yet extremely frivolous voice came from outside the door, giving the impression that it belonged to an old man who never stopped talking.

Xu Xian had a bad feeling. The voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. It seemed to have been a long time ago.

He reached out, grasped the doorknob, and turned it gently.

The security door opened, and a fleeting figure appeared before them—sure enough, it was a ghost.

He had a white beard and eyebrows, and his aged face carried a sly expression. He was dressed in clothes that were obviously very old-fashioned.

"Grandpa...Grandpa, what brings you here?"

Xu Xian's lips twitched slightly, his premonition came true. This old man was no peaceful fellow. Why did you come here instead of causing trouble for my father?

"Hey, don't mention it!"

Grandpa Xu floated into the room without any ceremony, turned around and sat on the sofa, sighing.

"That brat's got some nerve, huh? I've been a lonely old ghost in the underworld all this time, and when I asked him when he was coming to keep me company, he actually called me an old codger!"

Xu Xian remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he thought, "You deserved to be scolded."

Grandpa Xu continued rambling on to himself.

"Ugh, I was really annoyed. I told him, 'I'm a ghost now, I'm dead, you can't call me an old codger, and aren't you afraid I'll retaliate if you keep calling me that?'"

"But that brat got angry when he couldn't argue with me! He said he'd offer me tributes from now on, and then eat them all right in front of me, leaving me to just watch without getting a single bite!"

"Are you even speaking human language? Huh! All I did was suddenly walk through the wall and scare him so much he peed his pants before he even took his pants off in the bathroom! I've seen him wet the bed before, and you're making a fuss over this! You unfilial son!"

"Cough cough cough! Please have some water, old man."

Xu Xian fetched a glass of water and presented it with both hands. He knew how talkative his father was, but he was quite happy to hear his father's gossip.

Grandpa Xu took the water glass with satisfaction and took a sip.

Two rat heads peeked out from the bedroom doorway. The father and son were drawn by the commotion in the living room and came to see what was going on.

"My grandson is indeed the best, unlike your unfilial old man!"

"Ha ha ha ha."

Xu Xian smiled in accompaniment.

Isn't she good? Your daughter-in-law taught her; she's very skilled with a bamboo stick.

"Given your temperament, even if your father was targeting you, you shouldn't have come here to me. Shouldn't you have retaliated?"

"That's not the case!"

Grandpa Xu slapped his thigh.

"I originally wanted to teach your unfilial father a lesson, but he actually prepared a bunch of talismans to ward off evil spirits in order to protect himself from his father."

"The worst part is that he even pulled out a bottle of urine! He said it was the urine of a 28-year-old virgin! He even tried to throw it at me. I really regret giving birth to such a bastard."

A 28-year-old virgin?

A question mark appeared above Xu Xian's head.

It seems...it seems...some time ago, my dad asked me for a bottle of urine, saying he needed to do some kind of urine test.

So, this 28-year-old virgin's urine is his own?

No, Dad! You used my pee to deal with the old man, fine, but why did you have to resort to personal attacks?!

After chatting with the old man for a while, Xu Xian glanced at the time and got up.

"Grandpa, I'm going to cook. You can rest here for a while."

"Ah, okay." Old Master Xu nodded, still wanting more.

Xu Xian went into the kitchen and asked if ghosts could eat yang food. The answer was yes, but it had to be placed on the offering table first.

Xu Xian opened the refrigerator, wondering what he should do.

Suddenly, a squeaking sound reached his ears. He turned his head and saw Grey Fairy slipping in through the crack in the door. She looked like a shifty-eyed rat, not a good one.

"What are you doing here? And why didn't Grandpa catch you for a chat?"

Xu Xian took out a plate of pig's head meat, intending to prepare some braised dishes to accompany the old man for drinks later.

Grey Fairy jumped onto the stove with a disdainful look on her face.

"How could I possibly be caught so easily?"

Xu Xian was suspicious, then he heard the old man's voice outside.

"So you're Grey Grey? You're quite a cute little mouse. Come tell Grandpa, how's your owner doing lately?"

Xu Xin understood immediately. He closed the refrigerator door and turned back to tease him.

"I've heard of fathers causing trouble, but this is the first time I've seen a son causing trouble."

Grey Fairy crossed her arms over her chest, while the big grey rat looked quite self-righteous.

"I didn't harm him, I just wanted him to keep the old man company and chat with him to relieve his boredom."

"By the way, I've wanted to ask this for a long time: Is it hereditary for your family to be so inhuman? You're all lined with the blood of dog spirits."

Hey! How dare you talk like that?!

Xu Xian patted the stove.

"Don't lump me in with them. I'm a legitimate city resident, one of the top ten outstanding young people. How could I be so slutty and shameless?"

Grey Fairy glanced sideways.

"You? One of the city's top ten outstanding young people?"

He put the medicine he was supposed to use to treat his illness into a box of rat poison and gave it to himself, saying that rats should eat rat poison.

If it discovers that it's been seeing female mice outside, its first instinct is to get itself spayed/neutered.

The worst part is that he even plans to catch a female mouse after he's been sterilized and raise it, claiming he's afraid he'll be lonely.

And during the Chinese New Year, I got myself a piece of meat, and while I was happily eating it,

Suddenly, he brought his parents over, righteously and indignantly accusing himself of stealing meat. He even hypocritically tried to absolve himself of responsibility.

Hui Xian'er stared at Xu Xian with a look of certainty.

"You're more like the top dog king in the city."

Xu Xian rolled his eyes and waved to shoo the rat away.

"Alright, alright, get out of here, I need to cook."

Grey Fairy snorted coldly, turned around, jumped off the stove, and ran out of the kitchen.

5:11 in the afternoon,

There was an incense burner on the table, with three sticks of incense burning quietly inside, wisps of smoke drifting out.

In front of the incense burner were a few small dishes and two bottles of beer, while behind them was a black and white portrait of Mr. Xu.

A ghostly hand picked up a beer from the altar, and Old Master Xu used a bottle opener to pry open the bottle cap and laughed.

"Come on, Xian'er, let's have a drink, you and me."

Xu Xian paused as he picked up another bottle of wine, then looked up awkwardly.

"Um... Grandpa, could you please not call me by that nickname?"

He could almost feel the murderous gaze of the fairy behind him, and he inadvertently revealed the reason why he had given his name an extra stroke.

The old man tilted his head and thought for a moment before tentatively speaking.

"That... little fairy?"

This sounded like it was being addressed to a palace eunuch, someone like Xiao Xiangzi. However, because the middle character was "仙" (xian), the way it was addressed sounded completely off.

Xu Xian sighed helplessly.

"Please just call me Xian'er."

He gave up resisting. His grandfather's talent for naming was definitely negative; otherwise, how could he have come up with nicknames that were more and more suffocating than the last?

A crisp clinking sound rang out as two bottles of beer collided. The grandfather and grandson then took turns chugging beer in front of the altar, chatting about old times as they drank.

Today, on the Ghost Festival, the gates of hell open, and old ghosts return to the world of the living, hoping to go home.

Those who have descendants to greet them laugh heartily, while those who have no descendants to mourn in the streets grieve.