The True Young Master's Metaphysical Road to Fame in Showbiz Ch. 47

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He replied, "Not sure. But this concentration of ghost energy hasn't been gathering for more than an hour and a half—probably about an hour and twenty minutes."

Chi Qingzhou turned on his phone. It was 7:35 AM.

That meant the fog had started forming around six.

He looked out the window again. "Was it that ghost tamer's doing?"

"Could be." Xing Shuangzhan walked up beside him, a hint of scrutiny in his blood-red eyes.

Chi Qingzhou was quick to pick up on it. "Did you see something in my memories last night?"

Xing Shuangzhan clasped his hands behind his back and said lazily, "You've definitely seen the faces on the Nether Serpent before. But not in person—on missing person posters."

The faces Chi Qingzhou found familiar belonged to both men and women, young and old, from different places with no clear connection. The only similarity? Their life fate patterns were likely all unique.

Xing Shuangzhan didn't spell it out completely. "The posters had their birthdates. Even without the exact time, the year, month, and day are enough to deduce something."

Chi Qingzhou froze for half a second. "Using the Nether Serpent to collect the souls of people with special fates... I remember the earliest mystic practitioners captured naturally formed Underworld Serpents for... sacrificial rituals?"

Xing Shuangzhan smirked. "Nether Serpents connect the living and the dead. Greedy people love using them to make offerings to beings they shouldn't mess with."

Take those old fossils from the Xuanshu Association, for example. They used to love adding a Nether Serpent to their offerings, treating it as a messenger for their wishes.

Chi Qingzhou asked, "Do they still do that?"

Xing Shuangzhan: "Not anymore. Ever since a Nether Serpent's wish-granting backfired, they never dared touch something so uncontrollable again."

Chi Qingzhou let out a small "oh," lowered his head in thought, then looked up again with a complicated expression.

"Shuangzhan." He met Xing Shuangzhan's gaze, his voice barely above a whisper. "That ghost tamer... creating a Nether Serpent and collecting the souls of those with special fates—he's doing it for a sacrificial ritual too, isn't he?"

Xing Shuangzhan didn't answer. He just gazed at Chi Qingzhou with quiet gentleness.

He knew his contractor didn't need a reply right now.

Chi Qingzhou continued on his own, "A ghost tamer performing a ritual, using the Nether Serpent to bridge the realms... That means the entity he's offering sacrifices to is something like you."

"His master—'Qu'—was supposedly a mystic practitioner. Did he really die trying to save the Great Shaman of Nuo Xin?"

"The Great Shaman was supposed to be buried in the Puluo Tribe's sacred land. But the one who ended up there... was it really him?"

"In the Puluo Tribe's territory, who's truly being worshiped—the Great Shaman, or that ghost tamer named Qu?"

"Zhu Yantong can enter and exit the Puluo lands freely. He's been staying there all this time—was he really not... seeking his master's help?"

Since this involved Xing Shuangzhan's 'live medicinal ingredient,' there was no way Chi Qingzhou would sit back and do nothing.

After a quick wash-up, he headed downstairs.

The small courtyard of the farmhouse inn was in chaos. Guests were screaming in panic, and a few staff members from the show's production team were shivering as they pointed at the thick white fog outside the yard, unable to form a complete sentence.

Ling Jiao had collapsed onto the ground, her long hair a tangled mess. She clutched her face as tears streamed through her fingers.

"I tried just now—I couldn't get out. I walked maybe five or six meters before completely losing my sense of direction. I ran for so long, but when I came out of the fog, I was right back here at the farmhouse!"

Her emotions were unraveling fast.

"It's my fault, it's all my fault! I shouldn't have sent Xiao Jie to the village entrance to get my stuff. If something happens to her..."

Ling Jiao bit her lip, but she couldn't hold back her suppressed sobs. They kept spilling out.

Chi Qingzhou understood immediately.

Judging by her face, the missing Xiao Jie was probably Ling Jiao's assistant—and also her cousin.

Ling Jiao must have always taken good care of her cousin, and in return, Xiao Jie had meticulously looked after her. The two of them seemed really close.

A few staff members, who clearly knew what was going on, quietly explained to the director when they saw him arrive.

"Apparently, Miss Ling's cousin left around 5:30 AM to grab her clothes, but she hasn't come back. Miss Ling is really worried something happened to her. She insisted on going out to look for her, and we couldn't stop her."

Ling Jiao had only been in the fog for about six minutes. But to her, it felt like she'd been running for at least half an hour.

The director felt his scalp tingle.

Something seemed to click in his mind, and he turned to Lu Man with a pleading look. "Xiao Lu, is it... is it really impossible to leave?"

Lu Man instinctively looked at Chi Qingzhou.

Chi Qingzhou blinked and lowered his voice. "Ghost Wall."

"Sh*t!!" The director's legs nearly gave out, his face turning pale in an instant. "W-what do we do now? Should we call the cops?"

Lu Man quickly glanced at his phone—no signal.

The director completely lost it. If the assistant director hadn't grabbed his arm, he probably would've collapsed straight to the ground.

The assistant director wasn't much better off. "So... what now? Mr. Chi, do you have any ideas?"

Chi Qingzhou turned to look at the thick fog outside. "Gotta observe a little more. It shouldn't be a big deal."

He'd encountered plenty of Ghost Walls before. Most of the time, he could destroy the vengeful spirit behind it with just one hand.

But he'd never seen one of this scale. Plus, considering Zhu Yantong had a master who was on the verge of becoming a full-fledged ghost deity, he had to tread carefully.

The director and assistant director weren't like Lu Man, who had firsthand experience with Chi Qingzhou's abilities. Hearing his response, they weren't fully convinced.

They'd seen some footage of him before and thought he seemed a little different from ordinary people, but in a situation this eerie, they weren't ready to put their lives entirely in his hands.

After some deliberation, they decided it was safer to call the police. Supporting each other, they headed to the livestream van to get the signal booster.

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