Chapter 67 Part 2

“What happens if the Ominous Luck doesn’t dissipate?” He Zhan’s nerves tensed instantly.

“You’ll have an accident.” Chu Yi rolled his eyes at him. Hadn’t he said it before? A Blood Light Disaster was the light version, and as the Ominous Luck built up, death on the streets was possible.

He Zhan sucked in a cold breath. “How could that be?”

Hadn’t he already broken up? Was the Lu Family still relentless?

He knew that in Lu Shirong’s eyes, he had seduced his son onto this irreversible path. Before him, Lu Changzhou truly hadn’t liked men—but neither had he! Besides, it took two to tango; if Lu Changzhou didn’t like men, it would’ve been the same with or without him.

He Zhan gritted his teeth. Even with his carefree personality, he felt the other side was going too far!

Seeing his awful expression, Chu Yi pulled several pouch-style Protective Talismans from his pocket. That’s right—the kind from street stalls, with red silk in the middle and yellow tassels around the edges. After a client complained his talismans were too plain, Chu Yi had upgraded them.

“These are Protective Talismans I refined. One hundred thousand each. Want some?”

“Yes!” He Zhan agreed without hesitation.

He was loaded and bought ten on the spot, transferring a million without batting an eye. He just had a quibble with their appearance. “Why do these look just like the handicrafts sold at temple fairs?”

Chu Yi: “…” Sharp eyes indeed—they were bought at a temple fair. He had felt nostalgic upon seeing them and bought a bunch.

His talismans cost nothing but Cinnabar, Yellow Talisman, and Spiritual Power anyway, so adding extras was fine.

Reading Chu Yi’s expression, He Zhan nearly thought he’d been scammed—were these just handicrafts? But given Chu Yi’s life-saving grace yesterday, he had no regrets… A million for his life? He came out ahead.

Moreover, Chu Yi exuded a convincing aura of power. He Zhan always trusted his instincts, and this time was no different.

That instinct was proven right that afternoon.

After the wire rig steel frame broke, Ji Dao couldn’t borrow equipment from other crews in time. Fortunately, He Zhan and the Rat Demon’s fight scene was nearly wrapped; just a few finishing moves, no wires needed.

For the final part where they grabbed the hostage, Ji Dao initially planned for Chu Yi to hoist He Zhan onto the horse directly. Without wires, he considered sending two soldiers to drag him away instead.

But Chu Yi said he had no issue and demonstrated on the spot: he lifted He Zhan single-handedly and shook him up and down.

He Zhan: “!!!”

He should have realized it earlier—how could the power Chu Yi used to save him and the Rat Demon actor be a sudden burst?

It had happened so fast at the time that no one noticed. Now, recalling it, how could someone with such skills be ordinary?

Ji Dao was stunned. “Chu Yi, don’t push yourself…”

Filming involved horses, and neither He Zhan nor the investor-favored Chu Yi was someone he could afford to offend.

Chu Yi: “I’m not pushing.”

With that, Director Ji let him try.

Chu Yi rode over at a trot, grabbed He Zhan, and flung him onto the horse’s back like a sack of flour.

He Zhan: His image!

Ji Dao shouted excitedly, “Cut!”

The move was even better than using wires, and the realistic impact from gravity meant no post-production dubbing was needed.

He Zhan: His chest!

As Chu Yi dismounted with a long stride, gracefully handing over the riding crop and slowly removing his gloves, everyone stared.

Chu Yi’s action had been so commanding, amplified by the military uniform—they almost saw the real young marshal.

While everyone was dazed, a gunshot suddenly rang out on set.

“What’s going on? Who’s firing?!” The props manager yelled immediately, assuming some extra’s prop gun had misfired. It wouldn’t hurt anyone, but wasting props required stern discipline.

The extras with guns exchanged glances. “No one’s firing.”

“I didn’t fire.”

“Me neither…”

Most extras were rule-abiding; they did this for a living and wouldn’t risk it.

“It’s not from here. I saw the bullet come from behind those bushes over there.” Someone suddenly pointed at the distant trees.

Ji Dao jumped. “Bullet? What bullet?”

They used prop guns—no real bullets!

“It’s a real bullet. It grazed Little He Teacher—look, there’s a hole in the ground.”

What the witness didn’t mention was that he seemed to see a golden light flash from Little He Teacher, deflecting the bullet?

But that was too mystical; better not to say it…

Only then did everyone notice the pale-faced He Zhan. He had been a few steps behind Chu Yi, rubbing his chest as he headed to the rest area. He didn’t even react to the gunshot at first.

It was only when the golden light on him flared that he realized belatedly the bullet was aimed at him. Hearing it thud into the ground, his scalp nearly exploded!

“Yi-Yi Ge, save me!”

Snapping back, He Zhan bolted over, stumbling toward Chu Yi and clinging to his arm without a word.

Chu Yi: “…”

How was he supposed to explain to President Yu that he wasn’t hooking up with every one he met?