Wen Feiran: "..."
The gossip buddy. "..."
What the heck? Meng Zizheng pick up the script of an old-fashioned innocent female lead?
To regard money as dirt, a prestigious family background as a burden, and to rely on one's own strength to fight against the entire world—is that foolish?
Meng Zizheng, a real young master with a blood relation, hides his identity and struggles in the entertainment industry, being forced to drink and humiliated, while the fake young master who was switched at birth comfortably discusses cooperation with a director in another private room.
Isn't this just forcing yourself to endure hardship?
Wen Feiran was completely numb and desperately wanted to shake Meng Zizheng's shoulders to bring him back to his senses.
The viewers in the live stream were also furious.
[If you're so eager to prove yourself, why not just cut ties completely? That would be much more efficient!]
[This silly kid, I suspect he's been brainwashed by Meng Jingxiu.]
[The parents are biased too; otherwise, how could they not know that their own flesh and blood has suffered so much in the entertainment industry?!]
[They hid it so well! Even though they share the same surname, Meng, I didn't even consider that possibility.]
[Breaking news! This is incredibly exciting! Following Wen Feiran, you're guaranteed to get some juicy gossip!]
[Ahhh, I really want to be his gossip buddy too! I can't even imagine how exciting it would be to be there!]
[Is the production team still hiring? I'm willing to work for free!]
The place was brightly lit, and there were many miscellaneous items on the ground. It was clearly not a filming location; Wen Feiran had accidentally wandered into it while escaping.
The production team finally noticed the problem and quietly moved the wall behind them.
Wen Feiran's eyes lit up, and she turned and walked away without looking back, her steps quick, not wanting to stay a second longer.
The surroundings turned dark again, the atmosphere was eerie and terrifying, but Wen Feiran felt completely at ease and let out a long breath.
Unfortunately, this state only lasted for a second. Wen Feiran saw a figure from a distance, walking unsteadily. At the same time, the bell, which sounded like a death knell, rang out again.
!!!!
How could this happen? We were just eating melon seeds together, and now you're trying to arrest me!
Wen Feiran's pupils constricted, his heart leaped into his throat, and he turned to run, but he had lost a shoe, severely limiting his speed, and he was easily caught.
"Where are you going?" the demon said excitedly. "This is some amazing gossip, let's discuss it together!"
He grabbed Wen Feiran's sleeve and led him to a corner. The two sat cross-legged on the ground. The evil spirit lifted his torn sleeve, took out a handful of melon seeds, and placed them in Wen Feiran's hand.
"..."
Wen Feiran stared blankly, her mind filled with thoughts like, "Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?"
Oh, I'm eating melon seeds and watermelon with a demon!
His brain was practically shutting down; his eyes slowly rolled over, staring intently at the demon.
In the darkness, the demon's image became even more terrifying, but it smiled kindly at Wen Feiran, revealing a row of white teeth.
The atmosphere of terror vanished.
"Go ahead and eat it, this is my favorite cream flavor, it's delicious."
The evil spirit immediately went into "watching the show" mode, spitting out the sunflower seed shells with a "pui!" "It's okay, I'll clean it up later. Don't let my appearance fool you, I'm a very clean person."
Wen Feiran: "..."
"I've actually seen an entertainment industry version of 'The Real and Fake Young Master,' it's so exciting, just as good as the novel!" The demon continued, "I know Meng Zizheng is insecure and longs for a family, but he's so stupid, he was brainwashed so easily. I can't empathize with someone who sees wealth and power as dirt; money is my ancestor!!"
These words struck a chord with Wen Feiran, and before he could even process what he was hearing, he nodded emphatically.
"..." What's going on? How did he get involved too!
******
After separating from the main force, Zou Yuxing was very anxious. He scratched at the wall like a husky, trying to find his way back, but not only did he fail, he also couldn't find Meng Zizheng when he turned around.
Zou Yuxing had no choice but to call out Meng Zizheng's name as he searched. He encountered several shifting walls along the way, and now he could no longer discern his location or know where he was.
The passage of time became blurred, and he would occasionally hear the sound of bells ringing, indicating the direction of the evil spirits.
Wen Feiran would have run for her life, but Zou Yuxing's eyes lit up. He followed the sound and found two people sitting on the ground from a distance.
It's unclear what it's doing, but every few minutes a bell will ring.
He could tell that one of them was an evil spirit, but what about the other?
It must be his companion!
Zou Yuxing's eyes immediately changed, a sense of heroism arose within him, his muscles tensed, and his steps were as light as a feline's, making no sound as he slowly approached.
The thing he least wanted to happen still happened. He heard a familiar voice. Although the volume was low and the sound was intermittent and indistinct, he immediately recognized the person as Wen Feiran.
Zou Yuxing immediately lost his temper, disregarding everything else, and ran over.
He wasn't afraid of anything, not even the Heavenly King himself; he was prepared to fight the hungry ghosts and rescue Wen Feiran.
Just a step away, when he could reach out and grab the demon, he suddenly heard a crisp sound, like cracking sunflower seeds.
The next second, a sunflower seed shell landed at his feet.
"Let me tell you, Meng Zizheng him..."
I think so too...
The two didn't seem like hungry ghosts and helpless travelers; they looked more like they were chatting and gossiping while cracking sunflower seeds at the edge of a village, their faces beaming and their spirits high.
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