Demons Beside You

"Chen Yun, he was fused with magic by blood, forcibly attaching his soul to his body."

"Can you pull these three souls out?"

"These three souls must be his close relatives. I can pull their souls out, but they will also kill these three souls. Are you sure you want me to do this?" Old Black asked.

Movi Tutas looked at Chen Yan anxiously: "Chen, can you help me?"

Chen Yan looked at Movi Tutas: "Tutas, do you look familiar with these three faces?"

"What familiar? What are you talking about?"

"Have you not carefully observed these three faces?"

"I was scared to death when I saw them, I watched them, and every time they appeared, they would scream in my ears."

"You tuck your clothes up ... Slow down ... They may not have woken up yet." Chen Huan was still worried.

Movic Tutus slowly slammed his clothes up to reveal the three terrible faces.

Chen Min reached out and rubbed his skin on Morwich Tutas's chest, slowly a woman's face was revealed.

Movic Tutus exclaimed, "Mom?"

"She is your mother?"

"I ... I ... I don't know ..."

Movi Tutas never thought that this weird face would be his mother.

"What about this face?"

"He is my father ..."

"What about this face?"

"My grandma ... I was brought up by my grandma."

"That's the case now. Someone put them in your body. I can get them out, but I will kill them."

"But ... are they dead?"

"Well, die again."

"Then what do you say?"

"Don't ask me what you plan to do."

"No other way?"

"I don't know. This is the first time you have encountered this situation. I need to study it."

"You must think of a way."

"I try my best."

"This is the consultation fee, you take it."

Movic Tutasset gave Chen Yan a check for 200,000 US dollars.

Chen Zheng pushed the check: "I haven't collected the money until the problem is solved."

"You keep it, even if it is a deposit." Movi Tutaz was originally in despair, but now he finally saw hope.

He was worried that Chen Zhe would never return.

Perhaps only when Chen Qian accepted the money could he be at ease.

"Are you rich?"

Chen Ye saw the environment in which Movi Tutas lived, but he gave a check of 200,000 US dollars and took it as a deposit.

"This is my grandmother's house. I hid here to avoid the eyes of my servants at home."

"I won't take the money first, and I'll tell you when I have a way to cure it."

"Then leave me a call," Morwich Tutas said uneasily.

Chen Yun left a call for Movi Tutas and then left.

Chen Yan can feel the kind of helpless look when he walked out of the house, hoping that Jun would return.

After Chen Ye left Movi Tutaz's house, he ran to Essen for lunch.

"Chen, how is it going?"

"That client's condition is a bit complicated, and there is no way to cure it for the time being," Chen Yi said helplessly.

It was a pity that Ethan made a double beep.

"But there is still a chance. I'll study it. It looks like he just paid $ 200,000 as a deposit."

Yisen was surprised when he heard what Chen Yan said: "Really?"

"Anyway, it won't be less than 200,000 dollars, provided that I can cure him."

"Then what are you waiting for? Find a way quickly."

"I'm hungry, get me some food first."

"I think you're here to eat it together." Yisen unhappyly threw a packed sandwich to Chen Yan, who took a can of Coke himself.

At this time, Chen Ye received a call from Steven.

"Chen, do you have time?"

"Why, is it uncomfortable?"

"No, I just want to have a meal with you."

"Well, where am I looking for you?"

"Twenty-three floors of the Silver Pine Building."

"I'll be there."

Chen Ye arrived on the 23rd floor of the Yinsong Building and turned left when he left the elevator to find a restaurant, but there were two men in black standing in front of the restaurant. The restaurant was empty.

Chen Ye called Steven: "Steven, I'm at the door."

One of the men in black, with a headset, seemed to have received the message, and came up and asked, "Is this Mr. Chen?"

"Well, I am."

"Come in, Mr. Steven is waiting for you inside."

When Chen Kun entered the restaurant, he saw that only Steven was sitting in the restaurant alone, sitting at the table by the window.

Chen Huan stepped forward and Steven called the waiter: "It's time to serve."

"Chen, I picked up the PLM script about you and your friends."

"Eh? Why? Find me in a role." Chen Yan said this, he didn't believe it.

After all, he has yellow skin, and skin color is an important indicator in the United States, especially in the film industry.

The main role is almost impossible for the Huang race to play, and as far as Chen Ye knows, in the copyright he sold, the first version of the script has appeared, and Chen Ye has become a secondary role in the script.

Of course, Chen Ye has no opinion on this. After all, people buy copyright to make money.

If you have to have a protagonist with the same color as your own, and then the movie box office hits the street, that is to harm others.

"Of course I don't mind if you really want to play," Steven said with a smile.

"Well, you still tell me directly, what do you want me to do?"

"I want to borrow your Amon and use it while filming."

"This ..." Chen Yun thought. With Amen's lazy character, could he stand the filming?

Would it be too difficult for him?

"I pay, and I'm the highest paid Hollywood animal actor."

"Now the CG in Hollywood should be very realistic?"

"Do you know how much one-minute production costs are for CG? In Hollywood, as long as the time and shooting costs of most films are not higher than CG, then CG will never be used, and it is impossible to shoot with the real thing Compare, "Steven said.

Chen Ye thought for a while: "What is the specific price?"

"I want to know how well Amon can cooperate." Steven asked.

"As long as you don't let it do things that are not in your own capacity, as long as I am present, if you want Amon to fly to the sky, you should find a helicopter."

"That is, as long as you are present, you can order it to do anything, right?"

"You can say that."

"Then I will pay you $ 15,000 per hour."

"How long will it take?"

"It took about three to four days and about thirty hours to shoot," Steven said. "The actual progress of the shooting depends on the actual results."

"Can you raise the price?"

"Chen ... I'm just a director, not an investor." Steven smiled bitterly.

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