Qi Gu had never expected to run into an accident like this on his first outing as a "director." He silently gave the wandering ghost an apologetic look, thinking, I'll burn it some extra spirit money later.
The main reason he had not used the Iron Pellet was that he had not brought Mu Xingchen along on this trip.
Fortunately, although Qi Gu was no actor, he had fairly good luck picking ghosts. This wandering ghost proved remarkably professional. Even an unexpected incident outside their rehearsal did not affect its performance in the slightest. It outclassed Qi Gu by a hundred kilometers, a truly overlooked gem of the acting world.
Wearing Huang Andao's terrifying, wasted ghostly face, it dug its sharp nails into Huang Guoliang's neck and slowly tightened its grip. Its nails were so sharp that they soon broke his rough skin, and warm blood dripped onto the ground.
The ghost's sudden stranglehold had already frightened Huang Guoliang into wetting himself. Now it squeezed him instantly sober, and he struggled incessantly, making the same rasping noises Huang Andao had made earlier.
"Let... hh... me... hh... go..." Huang Guoliang begged desperately, unable to understand why Huang Andao had suddenly attacked him... He should not have known Huang Guoliang had harmed him!
The wandering ghost bared its uneven, ghastly teeth and said something in ghost language, tightening its grip around Huang Guoliang's neck.
Huang Guoliang could barely breathe. His body, hot with alcohol a moment ago, felt as though it had been thrown into a river, chilled to the bone. He could not understand a word Huang Andao was saying!
If he could not even communicate with him, what could he do? How could he save himself?
Just as he sank into utter despair, the angle of his head, desperately tilted