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[I knew this idiot was going to mess things up; he got what he deserved.]

Neither of them can cook.

Judging from Chang Xi's skillful way of chopping vegetables, I thought he was an expert, but it turns out he was just bragging.

[At midnight, this temple doesn't look like it's going to be peaceful.]

Knowing the chubby director as I do, tonight's live stream is sure to be a surprise!

[Looking forward to it!]

At 11:40 p.m., the production team woke up Chang Xi and Lu Wenli.

"It's all your fault, making us get up in the middle of the night to be punished," Lu Wenli said, his morning grumpiness quite strong.

Chang Xi's main tactic was to shirk responsibility: "Why don't you just say you're too stupid? You can't help at all, and you still have the nerve to criticize me? Hurry up and light the lamps."

"You're ordering me around?" Young Master Lu had never been ordered around before.

"Then you burn paper money, do you know how?" Chang Xi waved the paper money in his hand. "If you do, you come, I'll leave after I light the lamp."

"Never mind then, I'll light the lamp myself," Lu Wenli said, not wanting to be left alone.

The photographer was taking pictures from a short distance away.

"Miss He, although we don't know how you died, we have no intention of offending you. We've come to burn some paper money and light a lamp for you, wishing you a speedy ascension to paradise," Chang Xi knelt on one knee and skillfully tore the paper money to burn.

Lu Wenli lit the ever-burning lamp with a lighter, "Yes, yes, Miss He, I wish you a speedy ascension to heaven, and it's best if you don't show up again."

Out of the corner of Chang Xi's eye, she saw a figure. Looking up, she saw a woman in a white dress crawling out from the corner, her hair disheveled, slowly crawling.

"Lu Wenli, look down, there's a surprise," Chang Xi reminded him.

Lu Wenli looked down and immediately took off from the spot.

"Mommy!"

The woman in the white dress brushed her hair aside. "Hehe, mission accomplished."

Lu Wenli finally breathed a sigh of relief. "The production team, are they crazy?!"

The woman in the white dress turned and left.

[Haha, Lu Wenli is practically flying!]

Chang Xi wasn't scared at all; he's quite brave.

The crew members dressed as ghosts on the show looked so fake; the blood was obviously fake.

[This is boring, the same old formula.]

Hao Ren sat behind the monitor, displeased.

Why do you still say that? Isn't this idea novel?

Chang Xi clapped his hands, stood up, and waited for the paper to burn completely.

Lu Wenli stood at the door, peeking in curiously. "Is it done? If it's done, let's go."

Chang Xi looked up and froze.

She took out her phone and checked the time; it was exactly twelve o'clock.

Chang Xi put her phone back in her pocket and looked at Lu Wenli. "I have something to tell you, don't panic."

"What?"

There's a ghost behind you.

Lu Wenli laughed and said, "Please, a joke isn't funny if it's repeated twice. It must be someone from the production team, right?"

"Yours?" Chang Xi asked.

The photographer tilted his head, checking carefully. "No, the director only said there was one. Didn't the one just leave?"

【real or fake? 】

[A paranormal event?]

"Look, this female ghost doesn't look like the one from before."

Lu Wenli stiffened, a chill creeping up from the soles of his feet. "Don't joke like that."

"You'll know when you look back," Chang Xi said.

Lu Wenli slowly turned around, and a face as white as if it had been dead for three days appeared in front of him, so close that he could hear it breathing.

But he couldn't feel the woman breathing at all.

Hello.

The woman opened her mouth, and blood flowed out, staining her white dress red.

【ah!】

Wow, this is so realistic.

Damn it, it's like he's lost his tongue!

[Protect yourself with bullet comments!]

[I was wrong! Fatty, this time it's for real!]

Hao Ren was very satisfied. "Who is this person? Give her a raise. Well done, the program was very entertaining."

"Director, I'm back," the staff member playing the female ghost returned, taking off her outer skirt to reveal her work clothes underneath.

Hao Ren and assistant director Gao Ren exchanged a glance.

Gao Ren asked, "How many of you are playing the female ghosts?"

"Am I the only one here?" the staff member replied.

Hao Ren's eyes widened. "You're here? Then who's the female ghost from Chang Xi's side?"

"Run!" Chang Xi grabbed Lu Wenli and rushed out through another door.

Lu Wenli suddenly realized what was happening and ran away.

"Help! There's a ghost!"

The photographer, carrying a camera, moved with incredible speed, saying, "It's fake, right? There are no ghosts in the world, are there?"

Chang Xi ran while looking back, "Whose people don't cast shadows?"

The photographer turned around, and the camera followed.

[Damn! There's no shadow!]

[I'm scared! Isn't this just special effects?]

[Who can create such special effects for a live stream?!]

Chang Xi and the other two were practically blurry afterimages as they ran!

The female ghost followed them unhurriedly, and in a flash, she appeared in front of Chang Xi.

Chang Xi slammed on the brakes and turned to run in the other direction. "That was close! I almost threw myself into your arms!"

"Quick, cut off the live stream!" Hao Ren shouted in alarm.

"I can't cut it off!" Gao Ren panicked.

"Make a call, make a call and contact Chang Xi and the others!"

"Can't get through!"

Chang Xi and the others had been running for an unknown amount of time when the female ghost seemed to be toying with them, following them at a leisurely pace and stopping them at opportune moments.

Lu Wenli was panting heavily. "I... I can't run anymore. What does she want?"

The photographer's legs were giving way. "If we keep running, we'll be exhausted!"

"Damn it, I'm not running anymore. She's treating us like dogs." Chang Xi's forehead was covered in sweat. He stopped and looked at the female ghost opposite him, taking off the copper coin red rope belt from his waist.

"Five stars ward off evil, their light illuminates the darkest realm," Chang Xi tightened the hand rope, wrapping it around his hands, and formed a hand seal, "Thousands of gods and saints, protect my true spirit!"

The five copper coins on the red rope emitted a golden light.

Before Chang Xi could finish speaking, the female ghost screamed and ran away.

Lu Wenli was stunned. "Chang Xi, why don't you wait until I'm dead before taking it out?"

"You must be terrified, child," Chang Xi said, tying the copper coin and red string back around his waist. "I just remembered."

The photographer exclaimed in surprise, "Will that female ghost come back?"

"Who knows?" Chang Xi said with a half-smile. "The one who should be most worried is not us, but him."

Lu Wenli followed behind, walking back. "Me? What happened to me?"

"Guess why that female ghost came? She came for you," Chang Xi sighed before entering the room. "I hope you'll be safe and sound when I see you tomorrow morning."

After Chang Xi finished speaking, he closed the door.

"Hey! What do you mean?"

The photographer waved his hand, "I have to go back."

"You're back. How was it?" Xu Man asked.

"fine."

The temple rooms are large communal sleeping areas, with three girls sharing one room and three boys sharing another.

Chang Xi lay down on the bed, holding a black iron umbrella in his hands.

Tian Yu asked, "You sleep hugging an umbrella? That's unhygienic."

"This is my Abebe," Chang Xi said as she went to bed, hugging her iron umbrella and falling asleep, completely unaffected.

Lu Wenli dared not sleep at all. His eyes had been able to see things that others couldn't since he was a child, and his parents had found a master to help seal his yin-yang eyes.

The master said that the seal has an expiration period and will gradually disappear after he comes of age.

The master said that he would face a life-threatening crisis at the age of twenty-two. If he could meet his destined benefactor before that time, he could avoid death. But he is already twenty-two years old. Where is his benefactor?