While in Hollywood, I used Taoist magic to quell American terrorism.

Enveloped in yin energy, the scissors were invisible to ordinary people.

Cao Kun secretly kept an eye on Catherine and the man.

Perfect timing, he also wanted to see if these two could see ghosts.

Under normal circumstances, ordinary people cannot see it without opening their eyes, unless they encounter someone born with the ability to see ghosts.

Cao Kun estimated that even if the two of them could see it, they would need a ritual to open their eyes or use some external objects.

Sure enough, when the mangled face cut off a lock of Catherine's hair, Catherine simply touched the back of her neck and seemed to feel something slightly.

However, she did not see the flesh-crushing face.

Not only her, but Morian, who was opposite her, also failed to notice.

After cutting off Catherine's hair, the shards of flesh turned their gaze to Morian's back.

Just as he was about to cut it, Cao Kun saw Morian frown, his face darken, and he turned around to look at him.

He stared at what was behind him for several moments, his eyes filled with doubt.

Catherine asked, "What's wrong?"

Morian turned around: "It's nothing, I just suddenly felt a bit cold, and there's a faint sense of panic in my heart."

Catherine: "Are you worried about that Eastern exorcist?"

Morian: "Maybe. It's better to deal with this guy sooner rather than later, so he doesn't ruin our plans."

Catherine: "Don't worry, he's dead."

The man with the fleshy face returned to Cao Kun, carrying scissors and two strands of hair with him.

Catherine has long, soft blonde hair.

Morian has short, coarse brown hair.

The two are easy to distinguish, so there's no need to worry about getting them confused.

After gathering up the two strands of hair, Cao Kun also put the mangled face into the paperweight.

He smiled at the two of them, then got up and left.

Throughout the entire process, Cao Kun didn't order anything, and surprisingly, no one asked him anything. It was truly amazing.

………………

at night.

The doors of Wenxin Hall were tightly shut.

But in the inner room, there was a ritual table set up, and Cao Kun was preparing for a religious ceremony.

With the two men's hair, Cao Kun could cast spells from a distance and kill them.

"The man with the fleshy face said that during the day he kept saying he wanted to kill me."

"It seems he really is in cahoots with Catherine."

"Could it be that his body was also possessed?"

"His energy field was not chaotic, and his soul was relatively stable."

"Perhaps he possessed the body earlier, or his strength is stronger than the thing inside Catherine's body."

"But it doesn't matter, we're all going to die anyway."

"But we still need to be careful, these two are not ordinary people who can fight back."

Just as Cao Kun was finishing his preparations, suddenly, the sound of an engine came from outside the door.

The next moment, there was a loud "bang" and the glass door of his shop was smashed by something.

Cao Kun's hand movements froze, and he was stunned for a moment.

He took a few steps outside, looked around, and saw a car parked outside his shop.

Several hooded men carrying guns were walking inside.

"Since the curse didn't kill me, they've switched to firepower."

"Damn, this really suits the national conditions of the United States."

Cao Kun cursed and quickly retreated.

He took out the paperweight, replaced the mangled face with the paperweight, and then went out through the back window.

"Kill them."

Before leaving, Cao Kun gave orders to Broken Flesh Face.

Of the four men wearing black hoods, two were carrying pistols, while the other two were carrying shotguns.

They forced their way into the inner room, only to find it empty.

At first, we thought the person was hiding, but after searching everywhere, we were sure there was no one there.

"Why is nobody here?"

The four people looked at each other, momentarily bewildered.

They took the money to kill someone, but the person wasn't there. How could they kill them?

"I'll make a phone call..."

One person took out his phone, preparing to call his employer to ask about it.

The call connected, and he put it to his ear, but all he heard was static.

"Hey, feed..."

He called out a few times, but still couldn't hear what the other person was saying.

Just then, he suddenly felt as if someone was breathing into his ear through the phone.

He jerked the phone away, but the sensation of the breath still lingered.

He turned around but saw nothing.

But the feeling of someone breathing into his ear still didn't disappear.

He was a little scared and tried to turn around to check again, but suddenly found that he couldn't turn his body; only his head turned sharply backward.

Moreover, a force acted on his head, increasing the force with which he turned his head.

Click!

A sound of chest cracking.

His head suddenly twisted to an angle that a normal person could never achieve.

For the first time in his life, he could clearly see his own back.

Immediately afterwards, his consciousness began to fade.

Although his consciousness had faded, his body was still moving.

He raised the shotgun in his hand with the back of his head facing forward.

"what……"

"Fuck..."

"Mike, you..."

The other three then noticed his unusual behavior and immediately exclaimed in surprise and backed away.

One person's legs gave way and he sat down on the ground with a thud.

"Bang……"

As if he hadn't heard the three men's voices, he pulled the trigger.

The shotgun spewed flames, and a person was instantly blasted backward.

Upon landing, his chest was covered in bright red blood, and blood was continuously flowing from his mouth.

He opened his mouth, then fell silent.

"Fuck, fuck..."

The other person cursed repeatedly and quickly fled outside.

"Bang……"

Gunshots rang out again, and a bullet shoved him from behind. He fell to the ground and quickly fell silent.

"Bang...bang...bang..."

Gunshots rang out, and the last man sitting on the ground frantically pulled the trigger, sending bullets from his pistol into his body until the magazine was empty.

But he seemed oblivious to it, and his actions were unaffected.

He lowered his gun and aimed it at the last person sitting on the ground.

"Mike, no, no..."

"Bang……"

Half of his head was blown off, and his body remained motionless for a moment, with blood gushing out.

He turned around, surveyed the scene with his back to the camera, and a strange smile crept onto his lips.

Then, his body went limp and he collapsed.

The posture was a bit abnormal.

Although his chest touched the ground, his face was directly facing the ceiling.

………………

the next morning.

While eating breakfast, Cao Kun asked Amanda, "How are things going with those two films?"

Yes, last night, after Cao Kun left Wenxintang, he went to Amanda's place to collect debts.

Amanda also worked hard to pay the bills for the night.

Amanda: "I've received audition invitations for two female leads, but they haven't started auditioning yet."

The auditions for "V for C" should be at the beginning of next month, while those for "The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants" will be later.

Cao Kun: "Tell me the specific audition time once it's announced."

"I will," Amanda nodded in agreement.

Then, she looked at Cao Kun, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

Cao Kun: "What's wrong?"

Amanda: "Recently, news has spread that I have a Chinese boyfriend, and I..."

Cao Kun: "Are you being made fun of?"

Amanda nodded gently: "My agent told me before that people would laugh at me for dating a Chinese boyfriend. I thought she was exaggerating, but I didn't expect it to be true."

They didn't make fun of me directly, but they talked about me behind my back. Some of my business activities were also affected to some extent.

Cao Kun's expression also darkened.

Although he has not been in the country for long, he has already experienced racial discrimination on several occasions.

Cao Kun: "Let's ignore it for now and wait for the flowers to bloom."