The True Young Master's Metaphysical Road to Fame in Showbiz Ch. 46

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Chi Qingning sat there for a while, deep in thought. Then, he pulled up the playback and watched it over and over again.

In the end, he had to admit—Chi Qingzhou's shadow was totally normal. He really had seen it wrong.

He let out a breath of relief, but then Chi Xiaoyuan's words replayed in his mind, making his mood even worse.

Meanwhile, Chi Qingzhou had just dealt with the stray ghosts wandering outside the farmhouse. He moved unhurriedly back to his room.

Xing Shuangzhan absorbed all the yin energy and resentment from the vengeful spirits one by one. His ice-cold fingers even started to feel a little warm.

Chi Qingzhou rested his chin on his hand, eyes curious. "Yinping Village is just some tiny mountain village. How could there be so many vengeful ghosts?"

Was someone creating them on purpose?

Xing Shuangzhan lazily kneaded the yin energy into a ball, his gaze unreadable.

"They're just ordinary vengeful ghosts. But whether they actually died near Yinping Village... that's another question."

Chi Qingzhou blinked at him.

"That ghost tamer—is he intentionally collecting vengeful ghosts? I thought he only wanted the souls of people with special fates."

Xing Shuangzhan toyed with the ball of yin energy, then slowly leaned toward the back of Chi Qingzhou's neck.

The sudden chill made Chi Qingzhou instinctively shrink away, his lips pressing together.

Xing Shuangzhan reacted fast, holding him still.

"Don't move. I already purified this yin energy—you can use it." The yin energy turned into a thin mist, slowly sinking into Chi Qingzhou's skin. "You want to go find your friends, I won't stop you. But Qingzhou... you can't lose control."

Not for anyone.

Chi Qingzhou turned to look at him, nodding slowly.

Xing Shuangzhan smiled, his fingers brushing against the corner of Chi Qingzhou's lips. "Good boy."

Chi Qingzhou's eyes curved with a small smile.

Straightening up, he grabbed Xing Shuangzhan's left index finger and gave it a little shake. "Then, Brother Su, can you tell me what you do know?"

Xing Shuangzhan let out a helpless sigh. "Ever since we formed our contract ten years ago, our fates have been tied together. I can't see my fate clearly, and I can't see yours clearly either."

Chi Qingzhou scrunched up his nose. "Liar."

Xing Shuangzhan chuckled. "It's true."

Chi Qingzhou narrowed his eyes. "Then why do you think I might lose control?"

Xing Shuangzhan finished transferring the yin energy, then wrapped an arm around Chi Qingzhou's waist. With a bit of force, he lifted him up and set him down on the long wooden table in the farmhouse's guest room, patiently starting to smooth out his meridians.

"It's just a feeling," Xing Shuangzhan explained. "A premonition, as a World-annihilating Malevolent Ghost sensing whether my contract holder is in danger."

Chi Qingzhou tilted his head, thinking. "Is it really dangerous?"

Xing Shuangzhan: "Probably not, as long as you don't lose control."

Chi Qingzhou: "Mmm... then I'll be careful."

After finishing his work, Xing Shuangzhan lifted him again and gently placed him back onto the bed.

"Sleep. Now that your meridians are settled, you should be able to recall some of your memories tonight."

He hadn't forgotten the question Chi Qingzhou asked two days ago.

But Chi Qingzhou's soul was split in two, which meant a lot of mystical techniques couldn't be used on him freely.

To outsiders, he seemed just like a tall, skinny guy with surprising strength—physically healthy.

Only Xing Shuangzhan knew the truth.

Chi Qingzhou was sick, constantly teetering on the edge of losing control.

That was why Xing Shuangzhan was always so careful.

Chi Qingzhou had full trust in him. Without hesitation, he pulled the blanket over himself and obediently shut his eyes.

"Goodnight, Shuangzhan."

"Goodnight."

Xing Shuangzhan waved a hand. The chandelier light flicked off, plunging the room into darkness.

Chi Qingzhou quickly drifted off to sleep, while in the shadows, Xing Shuangzhan sat still, his gaze quietly fixed on his contract holder.

Not just any yin energy could keep Chi Qingzhou's mind stable.

There was a time when he thought he had lived too long—when everything in the world had lost its thrill.

When his former subordinates betrayed him, he hadn't even stopped them. Instead, he'd watched the chaos unfold with great amusement.

He had been curious—just how far would greed drive them?

But now...

Xing Shuangzhan gently traced his fingers over Chi Qingzhou's cheek.

Once this shoot was over, it was time for him to reclaim the half of his power that had been stolen.

Chi Qingzhou slept deeply through the night, and for once, he actually woke up late.

Downstairs, chaos erupted. Someone was shouting at the top of their lungs.

He pulled open the curtains and looked outside, just in time to see Ling Jiao pointing toward the farmhouse's entrance, her expression crumbling little by little.

"What is that? What is that?!!"

Chi Qingzhou lifted his gaze, following the direction she was pointing.

Thick white fog had swallowed everything.

Wherever he looked, there was nothing but a dense, endless white, completely blotting out the scenery. Even the nearby fences and courtyard walls were buried in the mist, making it impossible to see beyond.

He listened closely.

Aside from the panicked voices of the guests and staff, there was nothing.

No wind. No insects. No birds.

The entire farmhouse felt like it had been cut off from the rest of the world—trapped in an eerie, unnatural silence.

Chi Qingzhou wrinkled his nose.

The whole farmhouse inn was filled with a mix of yin energy, resentment, and ghostly aura. The intense scent was like his favorite hotpot—constantly teasing his senses.

Xing Shuangzhan slowly stepped out of his shadow, glanced outside, and let out a chuckle from deep in his throat. "Ghost Wall."

Chi Qingzhou tilted his head, a hint of confusion in his brows. "When did the fog roll in? I didn't notice a thing."

Xing Shuangzhan had spent all of last night helping Chi Qingzhou retrieve his memories. To ensure the safety of Chi Qingzhou's half soul, he hadn't had the energy to pay much attention to the outside world.

But as a world-ending level ghost, he was naturally more sensitive to ghostly energy than normal people. He reached out, grabbed a wisp of it, analyzed it briefly, and then raised an eyebrow.

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