Extra 1: Palace Wall Phantom IV

The night was deep. In some places, the production crew had set up red and green lights, making even the slightest rustle seem incredibly eerie. The surrounding rooms had originally been pitch-black, but suddenly they all lit up. The warm yellow light should have been comforting, yet under these circumstances, it did not feel like a good thing.

Li Wenchuan had sharp hearing. Even without looking back, he knew that thing had been following him and Jiang Hansheng the entire time.

When he had been searching the bushes for clues earlier, he had found half a finger. He had tossed it away expressionlessly, only for an eyeball to roll out afterward. He had no idea what form the clues the production crew mentioned would take. Finding severed limbs and remains at every turn was beginning to annoy him.

Jiang Hansheng had stayed beside Li Wenchuan the whole time. No matter what happened, his responses were always—"You're right," "You're amazing," and "With you here, I'm not afraid of anything." He had taken slacking off to the absolute extreme.

When he saw Li Wenchuan suddenly stop, he could not help asking, "What's wrong?"

Looking closely, he saw someone sitting atop the artificial rock formation ahead, combing her hair. On closer inspection, that head was not attached to her neck—it was in the woman's hands. Her slender fingers hooked several strands of hair, while the head in her lap gradually revealed a deathly pale face.

"Greetings, honored guests." Her shrill voice scraped at their eardrums.

The production crew filmed Li Wenchuan and Jiang Hansheng's faces. The barrage comments were practically scared to death, but they discovered that the usually fearless Li Wenchuan seemed somewhat off.

He was trembling. His face had suddenly gone pale, and his eyes were slightly widened. Yet judging by