The True Young Master's Metaphysical Road to Fame in Showbiz Ch. 43

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"Did Ah Lai ever tell you that you were his fated person?"

Song Yuzhi's eyes widened in shock. "How did you know?!"

The conversation between him and Ah Lai had been a private one between the two of them. He had never told anyone about it. Could it be... that Ah Lai mentioned it to Chi Qingzhou?

He hesitated and confirmed again. "Do you really know him? But my old fan... he passed away a few years ago—"

"Oh, he passed away five years ago," Chi Qingzhou brushed over this detail, which he didn't think was important, his tone gentle.

"It seems like he did tell you. When he knew you, did he ever say that you might need to help him in the future?"

Song Yuzhi nodded, still in confusion.

Chi Qingzhou hummed in understanding.

It seemed that Song Yuzhi's participation in 'Scenery Along the Way' wasn't a coincidence.

Finally, a smile spread across his face, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes curved into crescent moons.

"Mr. Song, the time when you need to help him might have arrived. You probably promised Ah Lai long ago, didn't you? I can see the karmic connection between you and him—"

"Wait, wait!" Song Yuzhi's mind was spinning. "Didn't he pass away?"

How could he help if the person was gone?

Was it his family that needed help?

Chi Qingzhou looked at him with a strange expression. "Mr. Song, what are you thinking? Ah Lai is from the Puluo tribe."

Song Yuzhi frowned. "What does that have to do with the Puluo tribe?"

Chi Qingzhou answered calmly, "The Puluo tribe is capable of cultivating ghosts and spirits. Death is never an end for them."

Song Yuzhi was silent for a moment. "...Ghosts and spirits? Isn't that all fake?"

Chi Qingzhou tilted his head, his smile still soft and innocent. "Ah, so Mr. Song doesn't believe. That's fine, seeing is believing. Would you like to see for yourself?"

Song Yuzhi was completely stunned. "Wha... what?"

Chi Qingzhou didn't answer.

He just smiled as the massive shadow under his feet slowly shrank back to his side, its tendrils still wrapped around a few struggling wild ghosts.

A chill started gathering in the small courtyard, and a thin mist suddenly rose in the night air.

Song Yuzhi's vision blurred slightly. He instinctively pressed his eyelids, wondering if something was wrong with his eyes.

Why were there so many shifting black figures in the fog?

And what were those long, writhing things on the ground?

A shiver ran down his spine. His fear built up to the point where he couldn't even react—he just stood there, frozen, staring blankly at the shadows in the mist.

The thing in the fog moved closer and closer.

And soon, he saw it clearly.

It was a "person" with a grotesquely twisted face, skin tinged a sickly mix of green and purple, and an unnaturally extended tongue hanging from its mouth.

Its bulging, fish-like eyes barely had any whites left—just dark pupils laced with bloodshot veins.

Its limbs dangled limply, bound by inky shadows. No matter how desperately it struggled, it couldn't move an inch.

Song Yuzhi's gaze fell on the deep strangulation mark around its neck, then slowly drifted down...

The shadow wriggled on the ground, its other end stretching all the way to Chi Qingzhou's feet.

His expression froze.

Like a freshly sculpted clay figure, he stood motionless in the mist, not even daring to blink.

Chi Qingzhou, on the other hand, acted like he didn't notice Song Yuzhi's terror. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, all innocent, and asked, "Now that you've seen it, Mr. Song, do you finally believe me?"

Song Yuzhi turned his head stiffly, his movements jerky, like an old rusted machine struggling to function.

Chi Qingzhou's smiling face came into view.

That was the last straw.

He couldn't hold back the sheer horror anymore, and a bloodcurdling scream ripped from his throat.

"DON'T COME ANY CLOSER! STAY AWAY—!!"

Panic surged through him as he stumbled backward, tripping over his own feet and crashing onto the ground.

Chi Qingzhou blinked innocently, tilting his head in a way that was almost... cute. "What's wrong, Mr. Song?"

He glanced at the struggling hanged ghost beside him, then suddenly understood.

"Ohhh, you're scared of this?"

The shadow moved at his command, tightening its grip ever so slightly. In an instant, the ghost—one that had already taken the lives of three innocent passersby—dissolved into wisps of dark energy and was sucked into the shadows.

Chi Qingzhou cheerfully spread his hands, showing them to Song Yuzhi like a magician revealing an empty trick box.

"No worries! Look, it's gone now!"

Song Yuzhi's eyes welled up with tears.

"......"

Thank you, but I think I'm even more terrified now?!

Chi Qingzhou clicked his tongue in mild frustration. Why was this fated guy such a handful? Seriously, how was he this cowardly?

Song Yuzhi shuddered, glancing around at the eerie white mist. He clenched his teeth, bracing himself, then hesitantly whispered, "Uh... Mis... Mr. Xiao Chi, are you... um, are you actually alive?"

Chi Qingzhou: "Of course I am."

Seeing Song Yuzhi's utterly unconvinced expression, he thought for a second, then added, "Look, I have a shadow."

Song Yuzhi: "......"

Thanks, but that just makes you seem even less human.

If Chi Qingzhou hadn't brought up the shadow, he might've barely held onto some denial. But now? His mind instantly replayed the image of that shadow effortlessly crushing a vengeful ghost to dust.

Since when could a human have a shadow like that?!

Come on, he was educated! He wasn't gonna fall for that!

Song Yuzhi eyed Chi Qingzhou warily, his expression more obedient than a golden retriever waiting for orders. "O-Oh, I see. Got it."

Xing Shuangzhan, hidden within Chi Qingzhou's shadow, let out a muffled chuckle—only to get stomped on by Chi Qingzhou in response.

Chi Qingzhou didn't bother arguing with Song Yuzhi. Instead, he got straight to the point. "So, Mr. Song, can you help Ah Lai now?"

Song Yuzhi's wariness cranked up another level. "...That depends. What kind of help are we talking about?"

Maybe it was because he was scared Chi Qingzhou would get mad, but the moment he asked, he quickly added, "I mean, you do know I'm just a normal person, right? If it's something too difficult, I really might not be able to do much..."

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