Chapter 18 Part 2

Yu Qingxian paid it no mind and merely gave a faint “Mm.” The two sides passed each other quickly. Neither noticed that Liu Shengqing turned back to stare at Yu Qingxian’s retreating figure, clenching his fist tightly…

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Chu Yi did not see Liu Shengqing, who was supposedly delivering things to him. Instead, Master Cheng and his group arrived to express thanks: “Master Chu, it was all thanks to that red rope of yours. Otherwise, I would have been in dire straits last night!”

Chu Yi shook his head. “That red rope only cleared the yin qi from you and provided protection against evil. It wasn’t as serious as you make it sound.”

“That’s exactly protection against evil!” Master Cheng widened his eyes emphatically. “With such a fierce yin wind last night, Xu Xing and the others were all blinded and couldn’t see clearly, but I saw everything perfectly!”

He remembered the yin wind had been kept half a meter away from him, so he had pushed his wheelchair and fled at top speed. Though he felt sorry for his film crew colleagues, with the harm spread out, his injuries were relatively minor.

Master Cheng did not dwell on it. He stuffed an anonymous card into Chu Yi’s hand and hesitantly asked, “Master, this red rope doesn’t look as vibrant anymore. Should I get a new one?”

Chu Yi glanced at the disheveled Xu Xing and the others, went into the room, and brought out more than ten freshly braided red ropes, handing one to each.

Master Cheng: “…”

With Chu Yi’s actions, he suddenly felt like the red rope he had treasured so carefully was downright cheap!

But after this incident, he began to reflect. Chu Yi had taken his money yet extended favors to Xu Xing and the others—he had no complaints.

After all, Xu Xing and the rest had gotten covered in bruises from falling props while protecting him last night. Xu Xing had nearly been blinded in one eye from a blow right under it.

Chu Yi gave Master Cheng another look. “I’ll write you a prescription to nourish your body, harmonize yang and supplement yin. It should help with your early-life deficiencies.”

Master Cheng was overjoyed. “Many thanks, Master!”

With the incident at the film crew, Director Mo gave everyone a day off. To those unaware, he explained it as a blower short-circuit. For those in the know, he warned them to keep their mouths shut. Fortunately, they all worked in entertainment, where confidentiality was routine, so no one blabbed.

Of course, the informed ones were all extremely enthusiastic toward Chu Yi.

When Chu Yi went downstairs for a meal, Director Mo’s assistant Xiao Liu, the Props Brother, and the superstitious actress gossiped with him about the aftermath.

When the Special Affairs Office came to make the arrest, Ying Lin initially refused to admit it. Though he eventually confessed, he claimed he had summoned the Kuman Thong just for fun and had no idea it was real.

Master Cheng’s injury was because the little ghost disliked the man cursing it and took matters into its own hands. After discovering this, Ying Lin had bled to appease it, but when the little ghost threw a tantrum, he could not control it at all…

“Who buys that? He brought the thing home and calls it ‘just for fun’?” The superstitious actress shook her head with a “tsk tsk,” then boasted, “I said from the start that the scene room destruction was suspicious. Turns out I was pretty sharp.”

Xiao Liu asked her, “You know so much about this stuff. You wouldn’t have…”

The actress shot her a sideways glance. “Of course not! That’s way too creepy! At most, I get a few body-protecting talismans… uh, and ones for boosting romance and career luck. Just for peace of mind.”

Xiao Liu rolled her eyes dramatically behind her back. She had heard those things were not cheap. Buying so many and calling it “just for peace of mind”? Yeah, right!

Props Brother: “Aren’t you afraid those things are crooked too? What if you accidentally summon one?”

“Watch your mouth! If you can’t say anything nice, shut it!” The actress elbowed him. “Mine are from special channels—you need connections to even get them. I heard the ones who draw the talismans are real masters…”

As she spoke, she grew uneasy herself and glanced at Chu Yi, who was spacing out beside them. She kind of wanted to ask him to check them.

But one look left her stunned. In the gentle sunlight, reflected in the clean, bright glass window, the young man opposite was unbelievably handsome—sword-like brows, starry eyes, high nose bridge, skin better than hers, flawless…

Xiao Liu was the same. Who didn’t love looking at a handsome guy? She wanted to whip out her phone for a photo!

The only one unaffected was the Props Brother. He cautiously nudged Chu Yi. “Yi Ge, what are you thinking about?”

Chu Yi snapped back and smiled, shaking his head. “Nothing.”

In truth, he believed Ying Lin had started out just experimenting. But after the little ghost wrecked the scene room, it planted an idea. Right then, Master Cheng had offended him with careless words, so he harbored resentment and guided the little ghost to target Master Cheng.

As for the later chaos on the film crew set, that probably had nothing to do with Ying Lin—or at least not directly. After all, they were filming his scene at the time. The little ghost causing trouble would prevent his plot from being shot, which benefited him not at all.

It was just that he had fed the little ghost his blood, or perhaps touched some other taboo, causing its ferocity to erupt…