The True Young Master's Metaphysical Road to Fame in Showbiz Ch. 8

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Otherwise, whether he lied or made any other excuses, he might be hammered to death by Mr. Xiao Chi and the other party.

But Chi Qingzhou was really brave, no wonder Mr. Xiao Chi hated him so much.

After feeling a little sad about the complicated relationships in rich families, Qi Ming continued the interview while making eye contact with the cameramen to confirm.

The six cameramen reviewed the content they had filmed before. Except that the light was still a little dim, everything was the same as it happened.

No one disappeared, and no weird scenes appeared.

Qi Ming breathed a sigh of relief, and finally a genuine smile appeared on his face.

Chi Qingzhou looked at Qi Ming's happy expression and curled his lips happily.

The shadow under his feet quietly expanded outward, and the face that looked exactly like him floated out of the darkness, his eyes turned slightly and fell on several cameras.

Then, he showed a well-behaved smile.

After the single interview and re-recording was completed, Chi Qingzhou's assistant took him home.

Qi Ming checked the video again in the interview room, and returned to the studio with the six cameramen with a smile on his face.

As soon as the director saw his expression, he knew that today must be smooth.

"Is the matter done? I told you bringing the Marxist Philosophy and Maoist Theory books would come in handy!"

Qi Ming smiled and said, "It's mainly because Chi Qingzhou is cooperative. I checked it specifically, and there must be no problem with the material this time."

The director nodded and asked someone to call the editor, "Then deal with it as soon as possible. The official announcement will be made in the evening, and Mr. Xiao Chi will see the edited trailer in the afternoon."

He casually called a cameraman, took the memory card, and planned to figure out how to edit it to meet Mr. Xiao Chi's requirements.

The laptop ran very fast, and the image began to play after a few dozen seconds.

This time, the recording started with the staff placing the fill light equipment. Chi Qingzhou was on the left side of the screen, with his hands on his knees, waiting for everyone to finish the work with a well-behaved expression.

Everything was normal.

Until the staff left the camera one by one, Qi Ming started the interview again.

Chi Qingzhou smiled again, two sweet dimples appeared on his cheeks, and the hazy peach blossom eyes were dark, revealing a weirdness that was not like a living person.

Qi Ming danced in front of him, shouting "You are unprofessional", "You wear counterfeit goods", "You seduce someone else's fiancé", and wanted to poke the rolled-up paper documents directly into Chi Qingzhou's eyes.

Chi Qingzhou did not move, keeping a smile, as if he did not feel the slightest threat.

However, on the ground, his shadow was huge, twisted, and weird.

Like some kind of fierce ancient creature, it swayed excitedly, and from time to time it stretched its limbs that could not be seen to the surroundings.

Fear was like ice, pouring into everyone's blood.

They froze in place, their teeth chattering.

The director's hands were shaking, and after a long while, he suddenly came to his senses.

He jumped up from the chair like crazy, roared and rushed to the other five cameramen, snatched the video recorder and played it back.

"The other videos are normal, right?! They must be normal! They must be!"

He flipped through the videos frantically.

This one was exactly the same as the one on the computer.

This one was the same.

This other one was still the same...

The director lost his strength and fell back into his chair in a daze.

The six cameramen kept shaking, as if their hands were burned. For the first time, they couldn't wait to throw their precious cameras on the table.

Qi Ming's eyes turned stiffly, and he wanted to pull the corners of his mouth, but he couldn't do it.

He felt the bone-chilling cold.

The Siberian north wind seeped into every crevice of his bones, leaving his entire body stiff and frozen.

The light in front of him suddenly became much darker, just like the sky was cloudy.

But wasn't the light on in the workshop?

Crack—

There was a slight sound of cracking in the wood.

The last bit of blood on Qi Ming's face faded, and he panicked and grasped the Buddhist beads on his wrist, and a crack appeared in the middle of the bracelet.

At that moment, his heart and liver were broken.

Two of the three fires on his body were extinguished in an instant. Before he fell headfirst, he seemed to see a face that he would never forget.

In the grim resentment, the female ghost slowly crawled out from behind him, revealing a hateful smile.

"Qi Ming, give me back my life!"

The night was thick, and Qi Ming was wearing a thin shirt and walking in the cold wind, shivering with cold.

The road was sparsely populated. On one side was a construction site that had just started construction, and on the other side was a long green belt.

The dim streetlights flickered slightly, and a wild cat passed by the green belt, making a faint cat cry.

There were not many stars in the sky. Qi Ming looked up and wanted to stop, but he couldn't control himself.

He knew he was dreaming.

The scene in front of him was very familiar. Three months ago, on such a night, he drank too much during a social event and accidentally hit a female student on the way home.

He broke out in a cold sweat, sobered up, and rolled out of the car.

The girl he hit was covered in blood, but she was still conscious. If she was rescued in time, she would have a high chance of survival.

He took out his mobile phone with trembling hands, and before dialing 120, he saw the girl's appearance clearly.

He knew this person.

Lu Yao.

The sister of Lu Man, the gold medal host of Grape Tower.

Fear and guilt dissipated instantly, and at that moment, evil thoughts occupied all his thoughts.

What happened to this brother and sister?

The older brother became the top host in the station in just two years, suppressing him everywhere, causing him to lose many shortcuts to climb up.

That clingy little sister just wouldn't go away—even in a car accident, he somehow ran into her. Was she here specifically to bring him bad luck?

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