Some Discrepancies

Xuan Yangzi had received Ju Zheng's commercial praise, so naturally he returned the favor with a smile.

"This Daoist merely severely injured that evil spirit during the day. As for how to eradicate it completely, Master Juzheng is more skilled. Every lay believer we hired has been given a consecrated Buddhist prayer bead. Using a formation, we have sealed off every exit. That evil spirit is now trapped inside Qin King's Palace with no chance of escape. Please rest assured, Director Zhang. Filming can resume normally tomorrow."

Hearing the two renowned Masters in the industry speak, Zhang Ming finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He had actually been scared stiff these past few days. He had heard stories about such things before, all told in increasingly mystical terms, but this was his first time experiencing one personally!

Just then, however, a burst of arguing outside caught the attention of all three men.

"Hey, hey! You can't come in here right now. Where are you from?"

When they turned around, they saw a crew member stopping a young man in a plaid shirt who seemed to be trying to enter.

The young man spotted the three of them as well. Seeing that they occupied the central positions, he knew they were in charge and immediately called out loudly.

"Director Zhang, Ma Dong sent me. I heard about the problem here and came specifically to help."

Zhang Ming froze upon hearing that. Only after thinking for a moment did he remember who Ma Dong was—the tall actor who had come to help at noon.

There were plenty of minor actors who wanted to curry favor with him. But Xuan Yangzi had said they would be weakened for several days, and considering how the man had trembled when he left, Zhang Ming had genuinely considered giving him a small role if the opportunity arose. His appearance was fairly distinctive, after all.

So he had introduced someone to come over because he was too weak to make it himself, to cover his night shift? That was rather thoughtful.

"Let him in."

With the Director's word, the crew member naturally stopped blocking Wang Yi.

Once Wang Yi came closer, Director Zhang used his sharp eye to spot the well-proportioned physique hidden beneath Wang Yi's thin clothes. He patted Wang Yi on the shoulder and said,

"Thoughtful of you. You've got a good build. I can give you a role if there's an opportunity. Take a Buddhist prayer bead from Master Juzheng, then follow his arrangements."

The kindly-looking big monk beside him took a sandalwood Buddhist prayer bead from his robes and placed it in Wang Yi's hand.

The small hole through the middle showed that it had been deliberately removed from a string.

As Wang Yi pinched the bead, he immediately understood its effects.

If it were in another world, sandalwood itself would probably qualify as a magical plant for making wands. Although natural magic in this world was sluggish, it could still be tainted with a faint trace of light-attribute magic, which indeed had some restraining effect on ghosts.

On top of that, this Buddhist prayer bead had likely been worshipped for a long time and had gathered some power of faith.

The power of faith itself had limited uses and dissipated quickly. It was more like an amplifier, and on this prayer bead, it could further magnify that light-attribute magic somewhat.

So this was why those ritual implements could have an effect. Some ancestral formulas probably had their reasons too. For example, black dog blood might work because black native dogs possessed the potential to become magical beasts in another world, leaving a trace in their blood. Roosters were probably the same.

Some foreign exorcism methods were likely similar as well.

Since Resentful Spirits in this world could not draw upon much natural magic, while sunlight itself caused long-term damage to spiritual entities, it could simply be seen as a fight between weaklings.

After all, these things had been accumulated over thousands of years. Even though natural magic was sluggish, experience could still be gathered. And if there were truly accomplished cultivators with sufficiently high innate spiritual power, they might even be able to see ghosts with the naked eye.

Well, at the very least, the two men before him were not such people. They were probably swindlers with a few tricks up their sleeves.

That enormous Female Resentful Spirit was standing beside them making faces, yet they did not notice her at all. Clearly, they could not see her.

He seemed to have heard them say something like "no chance of escape" just now. Yet she had already come out. He wondered who was actually the one with no chance of escape.

Still, this place was rather interesting. The layout of Qin King's Palace resembled a rudimentary magic-gathering formation. It was probably because they had pursued historical accuracy too closely and incorporated some accumulated feng shui arrangements as well.

If the materials used were similar to the Buddhist prayer bead in his hand, they would instead gather light magic and repel evil. But perhaps to save money, they had used materials with darker attributes, creating a simple depression of dark-attribute magic instead.

With all those factors combined, they had created the scene before him.

Turning the Buddhist prayer bead in his hand, Wang Yi gave the three people before him a bright smile.

"Director Zhang, you misunderstand. I came because I know a few methods for catching ghosts too. I just came to take a look."

Since the other side had already hired Masters, Wang Yi did not directly catch the ghost and leave. If he did not make them understand the seriousness of the matter, he might offend them for no reason.

Wang Yi did not mind helping others when convenient, but these days, warning someone about a pit ahead and pulling them out after they fell into it produced completely different results.

We...

Don't know each other...

The kindly-looking Master Juzheng and the immortal-looking Daoist Master Xuan Yangzi both narrowed their eyes at the same time.

What, was he here to steal business?

The two of them could engage in commercial mutual praise as competitors because they both had good reputations in the industry. They elevated one another. Competition was competition, but they still acknowledged each other.

And now some random nobody had popped up to steal their business?

Cutting off someone's livelihood was like murdering their parents. Never mind anything else—if this guy really joined them, would that not effectively put the two of them on the same level as him?

They knew that some rural spirit mediums possessed a few crude methods that were somewhat useful.

If he brought those out now, they might actually work, but that would still cost them face.

Ju Zheng immediately snatched back the Buddhist prayer bead and pulled a long face at Zhang Ming.

"Since Director Zhang does not trust us and has invited another Master, then please do as you wish. This Monk shall take his leave."

As he spoke, Ju Zheng took out the keys to his BMW, looking as though he really intended to leave. This "poor" monk clearly was not poor.

As a Director, Zhang Ming naturally understood his concerns. How could he let him leave? He immediately smiled apologetically.

"Master, you misunderstand. I did not invite anyone else. It must have been that kid Ma Dong making arrangements on his own."

Even setting aside the "methods" of these two prominent figures, Zhang Ming could not afford to offend them based on their connections alone.

Wang Yi had already seen through these two men's half-baked abilities, so he naturally did not confront them head-on. He merely chuckled.

"You two misunderstand. I only came to take a look. If the two Masters solve the problem, I definitely will not interfere."

Those words made Zhang Ming relax as well. He had been somewhat annoyed at Ma Dong for acting on his own initiative, but fortunately, this young man knew how to read the room.

Ju Zheng had not actually planned on leaving in the first place. He had not yet received the remaining incense money; it had only been an act.

Since the kid knew what was good for him, then that was that.

"Yes. Young people should be more mindful in the future. Do not break the rules."

Xuan Yangzi also assumed the posture of a lofty Senior as he spoke blandly.

"Master is right."

Wang Yi glanced at the Red-clad Resentful Spirit who had drifted to his side and smiled casually.

To be honest, though her complexion was a little pale, she really was quite beautiful. It was obvious she had been a great beauty in life.

Calling her a once-in-five-thousand-years beauty was somewhat exaggerated publicity, but she was no worse than Liu Xiaoke.

Dressed in a red palace gown, with delicate features and a tall, graceful figure, she could indeed be called breathtakingly beautiful. If she was as dedicated as Liu Xiaoke had said, then it was entirely possible that she had been on the verge of soaring to fame.

What a pity. She was dead.

And Wang Yi realized that his earlier judgment might have been a little off. This woman's obsession was indeed deep, and because of its layout, Qin King's Palace had somewhat more active free magic.

But watching her make faces at him and stick out her tongue with a childish "bleh, bleh, bleh," Wang Yi found it hard to associate her with someone who had been single-mindedly trying to climb the ranks in the entertainment industry.

While Master Juzheng began directing the Fitness Coaches to take their positions and prepare, Wang Yi's gaze remained fixed on Lin Shiqin's Resentful Spirit.

Lin Shiqin had been taking turns fooling around in front of several people, either making ridiculous expressions or pulling faces. Sometimes, she even took off her head, held it by the hair, and swung it around before them. Gradually, she seemed to notice that something was wrong.

She eyed Wang Yi suspiciously, tentatively floating a little to the left, then a little to the right.

When she realized Wang Yi's gaze continued to follow her, she swallowed, despite having no saliva left to swallow.

Wang Yi then saw an expression of embarrassment, anger, and disbelief appear on her pale face.

"You can see me?"

"Yeah."

Wang Yi nodded. The other three were focused on Qin King's Palace and paid no attention to him.

But the moment Lin Shiqin heard his reply, she let out a shriek.

The piercing Scream struck directly at their brain signals, making Zhang Ming, Ju Zheng, and Xuan Yangzi all clutch their ears at once, their faces twisted in pain.

Lin Shiqin continued screaming as she shot straight into Qin King's Palace.

Even Wang Yi was somewhat baffled. He scratched his head before suddenly slapping his palm in realization.

Had she only been letting herself go because she thought nobody could see her? Then the moment she discovered someone could, she died of embarrassment?

It seemed she had retained quite a lot of her humanity.

Just like how someone might make strange faces while bathing or looking in a mirror when nobody was around. If someone else saw that, it would probably be embarrassing.

Wang Yi could not help imagining mischievously what her reaction would have been if, when she had been sticking out her tongue at him earlier, he had leaned forward and bitten it. It would have been rather interesting...

The two updates are done~

Since it is still in the free public period, let me explain a little more. I can see the comments, so it really does seem necessary to add these two chapters. Unless I missed something, you should be able to draw a rough conclusion.

Earlier, sunlight's damage to spiritual entities was mentioned at least three times. It was also said that Resentful Spirits gradually lost their humanity over time until only instinct remained. The protagonist also discovered natural spirits being born and dissipating as he passed a hospital. So proportionally speaking, such things could indeed appear multiple times in one city, but they also dissipated quickly.

And do not forget, the Resentful Spirit at the Film Studio was one the protagonist actively asked around for and found.

For cases like Uncle Li's son, if he were left alone until he completely lost his humanity and began wandering around, he might make some unlucky person seriously ill. But once he left the protection of the warehouse at night, sunlight would probably purify him during the day.

Resentful Spirits were already unlikely to appear. Add to that their generally short existence and limited threat, and such incidents would remain nothing more than rumors and urban legends.

Rumors of supernatural incidents emerge and cause panic. A place becomes deserted for a while, but after some time, someone tests it and discovers it was fake.

Everyone has probably heard more or less of rumors like these, right?~

Do not always try to out-author the author in the author's own field. Even after I gave you a Vaccine, you are still itching to make trouble.

If you want to do it, do it here instead orz

That's all. Respect~