The True Young Master's Metaphysical Road to Fame in Showbiz Ch. 42

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He had lived for 31 years, and this was the first time he liked someone. He didn't want his first love to be someone who could not be accepted — a thief.

But the old fan meant something different to him.

On top of that, this matter involved other fans from the fan club, and if they really had conspired to lie, the outcome would not be what he wanted to see.

His fans could be imperfect, could lack unity, but they could not lack the basic principles of being human.

Song Yuzhi gave a bitter smile.

Perhaps it was because he was always so indecisive that his grandfather, despite opposition from certain family members, chose his sister to inherit the Song family's legacy instead of him. In this regard, his sister was much stronger than he was.

He shook his head, paced around the room a few times, feeling increasingly suffocated, and decided to grab his phone and cigarette box, then opened the door and went out into the yard to clear his mind.

The moonlight was bright tonight.

Chi Qingzhou had just finished washing his face, gazing out at the bright moon and the shifting shadows in the distance, and couldn't help but curve his lips into a smile.

He stepped on the shadow and muttered, "Looks like we have a visitor tonight, Brother Su."

Xing Shuangzhan walked out of the shadow, lazily leaning against him. "That ghost tamer is still in the Puluo tribe. Only these little things have been sent over."

Chi Qingzhou sniffed the air.

It was the scent of resentment, yin energy, and death.

But it didn't seem to be from the same source as Xing Shuangzhan's energy.

His tone held a bit of complaint. "Can't I eat these? They smell so good."

Xing Shuangzhan gently patted his neck. "Be good, don't eat dirty things. It'll upset your stomach."

Chi Qingzhou sighed long and sorrowfully.

"What a pity. They smell so good, why does eating them make my injuries worse?"

Xing Shuangzhan chuckled, "Because you're a kind person."

Chi Qingzhou: "Alright." He also thought of himself as a kind person.

He put down the towel, threw on his coat, and silently made his way downstairs.

The farm-style house had been decorated with many small lights, strung along the walls, lighting up in the evening, giving the place a cheerful atmosphere.

But tonight, under the bright moonlight, the colorful lights that should have been dazzling now looked faded, their glow pale white.

In the distance, slender shadows were swaying restlessly.

Chi Qingzhou's shadow shifted in the light, gradually expanding.

Sharp angles interlocked, stretching out from the shadows, slowly spreading like a massive web, reaching every corner of the yard.

The ground suddenly became damp, and many buildings quietly grew patterns that looked like mold stains, which from afar, resembled many eyes.

Though it was supposed to be a pre-summer night, the night wind carried a heavy, cold dampness that made the trees outside the farmhouse rustle.

The sweet scent spread, and Chi Qingzhou's shadow grinned, releasing the pent-up frustration from the past days.

Screams, inaudible to ordinary ears, echoed through the night, and Xing Shuangzhan rested his hand on Chi Qingzhou's shoulder, casually accompanying him on a stroll in the yard.

"Feeling a little happier now?" Xing Shuangzhan asked with a smile. "Why are you dragging them into the shadows?"

Chi Qingzhou tilted his head, his gaze serious. "What if there's a ghost master who shares the same source as you inside?"

Xing Shuangzhan laughed even more, letting out a small sigh, "You really are... always so persistent about these things."

"Hmm—" Chi Qingzhou stretched out the sound, "There's nothing wrong with being persistent. I think I've really caught a ghost master who shares your source."

Xing Shuangzhan raised an eyebrow in surprise, turned back into the shadows, and took a closer look, "Indeed. This ghost tamer is a bit strange. Let me check."

Chi Qingzhou responded with a hum, but not far away, a hoarse voice suddenly inquired.

"Who's there?"

Chi Qingzhou took a few steps forward. Song Yuzhi was squatting beside a bench in the farmhouse's small yard, holding a phone in one hand and a half-lit cigarette in the other.

He turned back and glanced at Chi Qingzhou, his expression dejected, his eyes filled with frustration. The air around him seemed to radiate an aura of despondency.

"Ah... Mr. Chi," Song Yuzhi reflexively flicked the ash off his cigarette, leaning on his knee as he tried to stand up.

He must have been squatting for too long; his legs had gone numb. As soon as he stood up, his body swayed, and he almost fell forward.

The half-smoked cigarette fell to the ground, rolling a short distance before extinguishing weakly.

Chi Qingzhou grabbed his collar, pulling him back, and casually glanced at his still-lit phone screen, letting out a soft "oh."

Song Yuzhi, still shaken, quickly thanked him. "Thank you, Mr. Chi. Couldn't sleep, so you're out for a walk too?"

Chi Qingzhou's eyes lingered on his tightly clenched phone and answered with a question of his own, "Do you know Ah Lai?"

Song Yuzhi blinked, confused. "Huh...?"

It took him a second to remember that he hadn't turned off his phone, and instinctively glanced at the opened photo. He hesitated before nodding slightly.

"Mr. Chi knows about my fan?"

"Ah Lai is my friend."

Chi Qingzhou's gaze shifted back to Song Yuzhi, scrutinizing his face with a look full of curiosity.

Earlier that afternoon, he had observed Song Yuzhi's appearance.

There was nothing particularly striking — a typical young man born into a wealthy family, destined for a smooth life with small setbacks easily overcome with the help of fortunate encounters. His future looked secure.

However, in the hour since the livestream ended, Song Yuzhi's appearance had noticeably changed.

His forehead was now clouded with a layer of gray, and on his right eyebrow, there was a new scar that looked like it had been caused by a branch or something sharp, subtly breaking the end of his eyebrow.

A calamity had arrived, with no help from any benefactor. It seemed that he was now facing a fate that was connected to others, one that could drag down his family, especially his sisters.

But perhaps it was precisely because of this calamity that the hidden aspects of his fate were now starting to show.

Chi Qingzhou nodded to himself, realizing that the opportunity he had been waiting for might be here.

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