The True Young Master's Metaphysical Road to Fame in Showbiz Ch. 48

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They were still relatively calm, but the rest of the crew wasn't handling it as well.

The entire farmhouse was already filled with an overwhelming amount of yin energy and resentment, which was draining everyone's vitality. On top of that, some of the staff had been scared out of their wits, making them even more susceptible to supernatural influences.

A few crew members, growing increasingly agitated, ignored all warnings and insisted on trying to walk out.

The props team leader had no choice but to tie ropes around their waists and let them wander close by, just in case.

Amidst the chaos, the main livestream room for Along the Way—along with all eight guest livestream channels—quietly turned on.

Even though no one had activated the cameras, everyone was being broadcasted crystal clear.

Chi Qingzhou sensed the movement of yin energy and turned his head slightly.

Immediately, the main livestream and his personal livestream flooded with comments.

[Whoa, why's the stream starting this early? It's not even 8 AM!]

[That glance back... Ah Wei is dead. Ah Wei has come back to life!!]

[Brother, you're shooting straight into my heart with that look!]

[Is today some kind of special segment? Like a surprise guest visit or something? The stream started way earlier than usual.]

[Wait... is the little brother completely barefaced today? This really might be a surprise segment, lol.]

The clueless audience had no idea what was really happening. They were just happily chatting, wondering why the stream was live so early.

No one answered them.

Other than Chi Qingzhou, not a single person in the production team had realized that the livestream had already started.

In just half a minute, the staff members who went into the white fog had already lost their sense of direction. They stumbled around like headless flies, completely disoriented.

Every move they made was captured clearly on camera. At first, the viewers were still joking around, treating it like some scripted scene. But soon, they noticed that the staff looked genuinely terrified. One of them seemed to have seen something in the fog—he suddenly started screaming like a madman.

The chat took a sharp turn.

[Uh... don't you guys think this fog is kinda weird...?]

[What's weird about it? It's just the usual fog you see in Qunjing Province. Mornings are often foggy, especially in autumn and winter. Even in summer, it's not unheard of.]

[Nah, you're overthinking it.]

[What's up with those staff members? They're trying to head back to the farmhouse, but they keep going off track for no reason.]

[This is seriously creeping me out. The entrance is literally five meters away, but they've been stuck for, like, four or five minutes now.]

[Holy sh*t, stop talking about it! I'm getting goosebumps!!]

With the chat pointing it out, more viewers who had initially dismissed it as normal fog started feeling unsettled, watching the staff get caught in an endless loop.

A chill ran down their spines. Not wanting to watch something this eerie, some of them tried to change the topic, drowning out the creepy messages with casual conversation.

But those who sensed something off were too busy worrying to argue. Instead, they kept the livestream running and took the discussion over to Weibo.

A few skeptical viewers followed along, and soon, the debate blew up, drawing in curious onlookers who just loved a good internet drama.

Ten minutes later, #Ghost Wall On Scenery Along the Way# started climbing the trending charts.

Shen Wenshu sat in the conference room, listening to his master and a few high-ranking officials from the Paranormal Bureau throw passive-aggressive jabs at each other. His head was pounding, and he gulped down several mouthfuls of tea to calm his nerves.

Ever since they discovered that the World-annihilating Malevolent Ghost, Xing Su, had suddenly awakened two days ago, the Mystical Arts Association (Xuanshu Association) and the Paranormal Bureau had been at odds.

One side insisted on performing a ritual to put the Ghost King back to sleep as soon as possible. The other believed that the Ghost King was sentient and that negotiations were possible.

Neither side could convince the other. Every meeting turned into an all-out shouting match.

Shen Wenshu had heard this argument so many times that he was starting to grow calluses in his ears. He really didn't want to hear them go at it again, so he discreetly pulled out his phone to slack off.

Barely two minutes in, he blurted out, "Holy sh*t!"

The entire conference room fell silent.

All eyes turned to him.

The crew wandered around in the thick white fog for a few minutes. After confirming that the livestream, activated by the eerie energy, wouldn't harm regular people, Chi Qingzhou shifted his focus away.

He stepped forward, grabbed the ropes tied to the livestream van, and with one strong yank, dragged the four lost crew members out of the fog!

They stood there, stunned for a few seconds. Realizing they were safe, they immediately started thanking Chi Qingzhou with heartfelt gratitude.

Chi Qingzhou casually replied, "No problem," as he gazed into the fog, instinctively narrowing his eyes.

At some point, long, thin black shadows had started appearing in the mist.

They had vaguely human-like forms—long arms, long legs, their limbs swaying eerily as they moved.

The trees and buildings nearby were completely swallowed by the dense fog, but these shadows seemed to cut right through it. Even regular people could make out their blurry outlines.

With Chi Qingzhou's sharp eyesight, he could see their pale blue-tinged skin and long, sharp fingernails.

He lowered his voice and asked Xing Shuangzhan, "There's barely any ghostly energy... are these living corpses?"

A quiet hum came from Xing Shuangzhan's shadow.

Chi Qingzhou frowned. "That ghost tamer is actually using living corpses to attack regular people? Doesn't he realize the livestream is still running?"

Zhu Yantong was the one who set up this ghostly trap—he knew the situation at the farmhouse better than anyone.

If the Paranormal Bureau or the Mystic Arts Association found out he was targeting regular people, they'd stop at nothing to hunt him down.

So why was he going nuts like this?

Xing Shuangzhan replied, "A fated one has arrived and even promised to help. Your friend isn't someone to be underestimated. If there's a chance to fight back, he won't just sit around and do nothing."

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