I gauged the height.
The spot where Zhao Xingyun stood wasn't all that high above the ground, but a fall would still leave her dead or crippled.
And if she fell headfirst, she'd be done for on the spot!
I glanced at Sun Yuan and the others. None of them seemed able to see the female ghost. Only An Ning and I could.
It seemed this ghost had been dead for a long time, had some supernatural power, and harbored immense resentment.
"Um, Mr. Chen!"
The director grabbed me, looking terrified and all but ready to drop to his knees. "You can't let her die. I'm begging you, save her! If she dies, I'm finished. My whole life will be over. She has tens of millions of fucking fans!"
It had all happened so suddenly that I hadn't even figured out what was going on.
"Quiet. Just be quiet and let me think."
What on earth was going on?
Why were there two ghosts?
Just then, under the female ghost's control, Zhao Xingyun suddenly began dancing on the high platform.
Zhao Xingyun was actually very pretty and had a fantastic figure. Otherwise, she couldn't have landed the female lead.
But honestly, there was nothing beautiful about her dance. Her stiff movements made it look downright eerie instead.
She was like a puppet under someone's control. The whole scene was simply beyond description.
The crew couldn't see the female ghost. All they could see was Zhao Xingyun dancing as though she'd lost her mind.
And she was standing right at the edge, nearly falling several times. Everyone watched with their hearts in their mouths, afraid to cry out lest they startle Zhao Xingyun into falling.
That was when I noticed Lu Yihao.
Lu Yihao looked terrified.
He had still been angry