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When the news reached Charlotte's ears, he was in the recording studio recording a new song.

Zhang Yang rushed in from outside, holding up a newspaper and shouting, "Luo'er, have you seen the news? Zhao Yanzi has been replaced by Qiong Yao! She's no longer needed for 'Deep Love'."

Charlotte put down her headphones, took the newspaper, and glanced at it.

It's Suning again.

He frowned and tossed the newspaper back to Zhang Yang, saying, "So what if it's changed? What does it have to do with me?"

Zhang Yang couldn't help but shrink back. "No, look at the comments below. Some people said that Su Ning told Qiong Yao that Zhao Yanzi would get into trouble, and Qiong Yao got scared, so she replaced her."

Charlotte was stunned for a moment. "What? Su Ning said that?"

"That's what everyone in the industry is saying. They say Suning is a feng shui master, his face reading is incredibly accurate, and whoever he predicts will have trouble will indeed have trouble."

Charlotte didn't say anything.

He recalled Suning's always calm face, and all the rumors about him.

He earned ten million yuan by choosing auspicious dates for Qiong Yao, took a cut by consulting feng shui for real estate developers, was a directing student at Beijing Film Academy, and scored full marks on the college entrance exam.

Charlotte used to disbelieve in these things, thinking that Suning was a fraud, a charlatan who would deceive people with his tricks.

But now, Charlotte suddenly felt a little unsure.

Because he is a reborn being, he naturally knows what will happen in the future.

He knew that Zhao Yanzi would get into trouble within two years.

Xia Luo knew all the gossip and all the messy things that happened at the dinner party.

But Su Ning isn't a reborn person, so how did he know?
Does Suning really understand feng shui secrets? Can they read faces?

Charlotte sat on the sofa, not moving for a long time.

Zhang Yang watched him cautiously from the side, "Luo'er, are you alright?"

"It's nothing." Charlotte waved her hand. "You can go now! I want to be alone."

Zhang Yang left, and the recording studio fell silent.

Charlotte leaned back on the sofa, her mind racing with thoughts.

If Suning really understands feng shui secrets, then this person is terrifying.

Suning can not only tell auspicious dates and ward off evil spirits, but also read faces and predict the future.

Is there anything in this world that he cannot do?

But then I thought, if he himself can be reborn, what's so strange about others knowing feng shui secrets?
There are many things in this world that are difficult to explain or understand.

As I was thinking, an idea popped into my head.

If Su Ning can make money using feng shui secrets, why can't Xia Luo?
You must know that he is a reborn person, and knows all the major events of the next fifteen years.

Xia Luo knew everything about who became famous, who became infamous, which drama became a hit, and which company went bankrupt.

So, Xia Luo, who was immediately smitten, called Zhao Yanzi...

For Charlotte right now, nothing is more important than success.

Having a second chance at life, one naturally wants to enjoy endless glory. As long as there's an opportunity to add to one's success, sacrificing morality is often the least worthwhile thing.

His voice was a little hoarse, as if he had just been crying, "Hello? Who is this?"

"Sister Yanzi, I am Xia Luo."

Zhao Yanzi was taken aback. "Xia Luo? Why did you suddenly decide to call me?"

"I've heard about your situation. Qiong Yao replaced you in the role, right?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. "You're here to see me make a fool of myself too?"

"No, no," Xia Luo quickly explained, "Sister Yanzi, I have something important to discuss with you. Are you available now? I'd like to meet with you and talk about something."

Zhao Yanzi hesitated for a moment, "What is it?"

"It's hard to explain over the phone. How about we meet and talk?"

"Okay." Zhao Yanzi thought for a moment, gave an address, and then hung up the phone.

In fact, Zhao Yanzi didn't take Xia Luo to heart. After all, they were in different circles. She wanted to see what Xia Luo wanted to talk to her about.

……

When Xia Luo arrived, Zhao Yanzi was already sitting in the private room.

She was wearing a black sweater, her hair was casually tied up, and she had little makeup on. She looked much thinner than she did on TV.

"Sit down," Zhao Yanzi said, pointing to the chair opposite her.

Charlotte sat down and looked at her. "Sister Yanzi, have things not been going well for you lately?"

Zhao Yanzi sneered, "You came to see me just to say this?"

“No. I wanted to help you.” Charlotte stared at her.

"Help me? How can you help me?"

Charlotte thought for a moment and then spoke up, "Sister Yanzi, you know Su Ning, right?"

Zhao Yanzi's expression changed. "Don't mention him in front of me."

“I know you don’t want to talk about him,” Charlotte said, “but aren’t you also wondering about the things he said?”

Zhao Yanzi fell silent.

Charlotte leaned forward. "Sister Yanzi, let me tell you the truth. Su Ning is indeed quite capable. But he's too young and doesn't understand social dynamics. There are some things he can see, but he won't do them. I can."

Zhao Yanzi looked at him, "What can you do?"

"Actually, I also know a little about feng shui secrets. Although I'm not as good as Su Ning, I can definitely help you avoid those things."

Zhao Yanzi was stunned. "You? How can you help?"

Charlotte leaned back in her chair and slowly asked, "Sister Yanzi, have you recently taken on a role in a film or TV series? Is there something wrong with the investors?"

Zhao Yanzi's expression changed. "How did you know?"

"I also know that after you finished filming this movie, you took on an advertisement, but the product had problems. The advertisement was reported not long after it aired."

Zhao Yanzi stared at him, her gaze growing increasingly strange. "Xia Luo, what exactly are you trying to say?"

Charlotte smiled. "Sister Yanzi, don't be nervous. I'm not here to scare you. I'm here to help you. You can terminate all these contracts. Cancel that movie. Don't film that commercial. Don't go to those dinners. Don't see those people. If you avoid all of that, everything will be fine, right?"

Zhao Yanzi remained silent for a long time.

She looked at Xia Luo with a complicated expression. "How do you know all this? Do people in Xihong City all know feng shui secrets?"

Charlotte thought for a moment and said something ambiguous, "Sister Yanzi, some things in this world are simply impossible to explain. I can only tell you that I know more than you can imagine. And Su Ning didn't lie to you; you will indeed face a great calamity two years from now, and I've calculated it."

"What exactly is this catastrophe?"

"Two years later, you will be invited to shoot the cover of Fashion magazine. After the photos are published, they will immediately cause strong indignation throughout the country."

Many people believe that, as a public figure, this action severely hurt national feelings and disrespected the suffering of the people during World War II.

"What? How do you know so much?"

"You don't need to know the specifics. Just know that I, Charlotte, also know feng shui secrets."

Zhao Yanzi didn't ask any more questions.

She leaned back in her chair and remained silent for a long time.

After a long while, Zhao Yanzi finally spoke, "What are you after for helping me?"

Charlotte laughed, "Sister Yanzi, you're a smart woman. I won't lie to you. Helping you is also helping myself. You're so famous now... If I can be associated with you, I can benefit too. Besides, if you want to get into finance or investment in the future, take me with you. We can all make money together."

Zhao Yanzi looked at him and suddenly laughed, "You're quite honest."

"I don't lie to Sister Yanzi."

Zhao Yanzi thought for a moment, then extended her hand, "Okay, it's a pleasure to cooperate."

Charlotte grasped her hand. "It's a pleasure working with you."

……

As Charlotte left the restaurant, she stood at the entrance and lit a cigarette.

Zhang Yang was waiting in the car. When he saw him come out, he quickly got out and asked, "Luo'er, how did the talk go?"

Charlotte exhaled a puff of smoke. "It's done."

Zhang Yang's eyes lit up. "Really? Zhao Yanzi agreed to cooperate with you?"

"Ah."

"So she believed what you said?"

Charlotte smiled. "Whether she believes it or not is not important. What's important is that she needs help right now. Whoever helps her, she'll believe."

Zhang Yang gave a thumbs up, "Luo'er, you're amazing."

Charlotte didn't say anything, got into the car, and leaned back in her seat.

The city of Beijing outside the car window was brightly lit.

He suddenly remembered Su Ning's calm face and the rumors about him.

Charlotte used to think Suning was a fraud, but now what she's doing is no different from what Suning is doing.
Charlotte gave a cold laugh and closed her eyes.

who cares.

As long as there's money to be made, that's fine.

……

Zhao Yanzi returned home and sat on the sofa in a daze.

Charlotte's words kept replaying in her mind.

How did he know those things?

Some of those roles, those advertisements, those dinner parties—she hasn't accepted any of them yet, some she's in talks with, and some even those close to her don't know about.

How could Charlotte know? She remembered what Su Ning had said.

A great disaster is sure to occur within two years.

Is the incident that Xia Luo mentioned the "major disaster" that Suning was talking about?
If I really turned down those roles, didn't accept those advertisements, and didn't go to those dinner parties, would everything be fine?

……

The day filming of "Moment in Peking" began, the sky was terribly overcast.

Suning stood in the middle of the set, watching the staff bustling around.

Old Zheng is adjusting the lights, Old Liu is setting up the lamps, and Old Sun is fiddling with the props.

Jiang Qinqin sat in the corner reciting her lines, while Pan Yueming paced back and forth beside her, and Yan Ruyu waited quietly.

Everything seems normal.

But Suning felt that something was wrong.

I can't quite put my finger on it right now, it's just a feeling.

It was as if something was hiding in the shadows, watching this place.

Suning kept quiet and continued filming.

There were no abnormalities in the first few days.

Jiang Qinqin performed well, Pan Yueming was also immersed in his role, and the crew members all worked together seamlessly.

Suning sat behind the monitor, going through the reports one by one.

But on the fourth day, something happened.

That day, we were filming the scene of Yao Mulan's wedding.

Jiang Qinqin, dressed in a bright red wedding gown, sat in a sedan chair.

Pan Yueming rode his horse ahead.

Everything is going smooth.

But when they were filming the third take, the monitor suddenly flickered. Su Ning frowned, "What happened?"

Old Zheng checked the equipment and said, "The voltage is stable, there's no problem!"

Suning remained silent, staring at the monitor.

The screen returned to normal, but that last moment was definitely not a voltage issue.

Suning then kept quiet and let everyone continue.

……

But in the following days, more and more strange things happened.

First, the props team said that the props that were put in the warehouse at night had changed their positions in the morning.

The vase that was clearly placed on the table fell directly to the ground and shattered.

The painting that was clearly hanging on the wall was crooked on one side.

Old Sun scolded them for being clumsy, but the prop masters all protested their innocence, saying, "Teacher Sun, we really didn't touch anything. We locked the door at night, and I had the key. Nobody went in."

Old Sun didn't believe it, but he couldn't find a reason.

Then the lighting crew said that there was some noise on set after they finished work that night.

Old Liu scolded them for being paranoid, "What noise? Just a mouse."

"It's not a mouse, it's footsteps. Tap, tap, tap, it sounds like someone is walking."

Old Liu didn't believe it, but he went to check it himself that night and found nothing.

Then, something happened to the makeup team too.

When I arrived this morning, I found that the mirror in the dressing room was broken.

It was broken neatly, split in the middle, as if it had been smashed by a punch.

The dressing room door was locked tight, and the windows were closed; no one had ever come in.

Suning remained silent upon hearing these things.

He unleashed his divine sense and scanned the entire film set.

There was nothing unusual.

But that feeling is still there.

Something is hiding in the shadows.

It's neither a ghost nor an evil spirit.

It's something earlier, something older, something dirtier.

……

On the sixth night, something terrible happened.

That day, we were filming a scene where Yao Mulan and Zeng Sunya were arguing.

Jiang Qinqin and Pan Yueming stood in front of the camera, their emotions already running high.

Suning shouted "Start!" and the two exchanged a few lines; everything seemed normal.

But halfway through filming, the lights suddenly went out.

Not just one light, but all the lights went out at the same time.

The film set was plunged into darkness, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

Some people screamed, some cursed, and some shouted, "What's going on?"

Suning sat behind the monitor, not moving.

He sensed that the east was right in the middle of the film set.

Right where Jiang Qinqin and Pan Yueming were standing.

"Don't move." Su Ning's voice wasn't loud, but everyone heard it clearly in the darkness.

Then Su Ning stood up and walked to the middle of the set.

That western wind was getting closer and closer, growing stronger and stronger.

It's not a ghost, it's resentment.

The resentment that had accumulated over many years seemed to grow from the ground, or seep out from the cracks in the wall.

Su Ning raised his hand and drew a talisman in the air.

The talisman lit up, and golden light exploded in the darkness, illuminating the entire film set.

Everyone saw it.

In the middle of the film set, stood a woman.

She was wearing an old-fashioned cheongsam, her hair was loose, and her face was as white as paper.

Her eyes were empty, without pupils, just two black holes.

Her mouth was open, as if she were shouting something, but no sound came out.

A rope was wrapped around her body, tightly around her neck.

Some people screamed, some collapsed to the ground in fear, and some turned and ran away.

Jiang Qinqin stood there, her legs went weak, and she couldn't take another step.

Pan Yueming stood in front of her, his hands trembling, but he didn't run away.

Su Ning looked at the female ghost.

I discovered that she harbored a deep resentment, as heavy as a mountain.

It wasn't accumulated in a day or two, but over decades, even centuries.

What was this land before? Suning didn't know, and didn't want to know.

All I know is that this female ghost shouldn't be here.

People shouldn't scare themselves, and they shouldn't ruin their own performance.

"You should go now," Su Ning said.

The female ghost turned her head, her dark eyes staring at Su Ning.

The female ghost opened her mouth and let out a very low whimper.

It sounded like crying, like shouting, like someone being strangled and desperately trying to breathe.

Su Ning sighed, "I know you're wronged. But you shouldn't be here. This world has no shortage of wronged souls. The people here have nothing to do with you. They still have to film and live their lives. You can't hold them back."

The woman's body was trembling, and her resentment was surging as if it were about to explode.

Suning raised his hand, and a ball of golden light shone from his palm.

It's not an exorcism talisman, nor a killing move, but a salvation.

He wanted to send the female ghost away, to send her to where she belonged.

The golden light fell on the woman, and her body began to fade.

It disappears little by little, starting from the feet.

The female ghost's mouth was open, and she made a very soft sound.

It wasn't crying, it wasn't shouting, it was saying "thank you".

Then, the female ghost disappeared.

The lights came back on.

The set was a mess; some people were sprawled on the floor, some were hiding under tables, and some were huddled in a corner with their heads in their hands.

Jiang Qinqin stood there, tears streaming down her face.

Pan Yueming stood in front of her, his hands still trembling.

Yan Ruyu ran out from the corner and rushed to Su Ning's side, "Su Ning, are you alright?"

Su Ning shook her head. "It's nothing."

Old Zheng stood up from behind the monitor, his legs still a little weak. "Director Su, what was that just now..."

Suning didn't explain, "Let's pack up and get ready to continue filming."

Old Zheng was stunned. "Still filming?"

Su Ning looked at him and said, "Why aren't you filming? It'll take a whole day. How much will that cost? Have you even calculated it?"

Old Zheng fell silent.

But no one moved.

What happened just now was terrifying.

The woman's face, those dark, hollow eyes, and the rope around her neck.

No one dared to say that they were not afraid.

Su Ning looked at everyone and said, "She's gone. She won't be coming back."

Jiang Qinqin finally spoke, her voice still trembling, "Director Su, what...who is she?"

"That happened before. It has nothing to do with you."

Pan Yueming asked, "Why is she here?"

Suning did not respond.

Some things are better left unsaid.

Knowing this only made me more afraid.

Old Liu emerged from the corner, his face still pale. "Director Su, is this place... still safe to film?"

"Yes," Suning said. "It's possible now."

That night, Suning didn't leave.

He sat in the middle of the set, waiting for dawn.

Yan Ruyu stayed with him, leaning on his shoulder, "Aren't you afraid?"

Su Ning smiled. "What's there to be afraid of?"

“That woman just now,” Su Ning thought for a moment, “was easier to deal with than a person. People are cunning and calculating. She wasn’t. She just harbored resentment and hatred. Once the resentment was dispelled and the hatred was resolved, she left. People are different. A person’s resentment cannot be resolved.”

Yan Ruyu didn't speak, but simply moved even closer.

Soon, the film crew returned to normal.

No one mentioned what happened last night, as if they had agreed to pretend it never happened.

But everyone knew in their hearts that it wasn't a dream.

That woman, that rope, those dark, hollow eyes—I'll never forget them in this lifetime.

Since then, nothing has happened on set again.

The props stopped moving around, the lights stopped turning off, and the mirror stopped breaking.

Suning sits behind the monitor every day, going through each case one by one.

The filming went smoothly, and everyone worked with peace of mind.

Only occasionally would someone steal a glance at that spot in the middle of the set.

The place where that woman stood.

Everything is gone.

But they always felt that something was watching them.

...(End of this chapter)