The True Young Master's Metaphysical Road to Fame in Showbiz Ch. 55

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The system sounded confused. "How does it not match? If you want to gain goodwill fast, then offering help in times of crisis is obviously the most cost-effective way!"

Chi Qingzhou scoffed.

No wonder.

The point of this reward wasn't to punish these people—it was to deliberately create trouble for them. That way, the host could swoop in, save the day, and earn major brownie points.

And since the trouble was caused by the system itself, obviously, it would know exactly how to solve it. Which meant the host would naturally become their so-called "benefactor."

Chi Qingzhou smirked. "Pretty cunning scheme."

The system didn't dare to respond.

Chi Qingzhou didn't seem to mind, though. "Alright, I'll take the first one." His gaze swept over the system, and he said softly, "From now on, you'll behave when issuing missions, won't you?"

The system knew exactly what he meant and quickly swore up and down that it would be absolutely obedient.

Without the support of headquarters, just thinking about how Chi Qingzhou had torn it apart earlier made it tremble uncontrollably.

The terrifying memories of the recycling workshop had now been completely overwritten by Chi Qingzhou. Maybe for countless days to come, this would be the one thing it never wanted to recall.

Outside the farmhouse, the fog was gradually thinning.

After dealing with the system, Chi Qingzhou secured it somewhere it couldn't reach him, then took Xing Shuangzhan's hand and started heading back.

Xing Shuangzhan walked with him to the entrance of the farmhouse before gripping the system tightly and sinking into the shadows.

Not far away, chaotic cries and shouts erupted.

Chi Qingzhou adjusted his grip on a long wooden stick. Looking over, he realized that a stray had slipped through the cracks—it was a living corpse.

This one had stumbled into the farmhouse while Chi Qingzhou was being backstabbed by the system.

Now that it was outside the white fog's range, Zhu Yantong's control over it had weakened, letting it slip past Xing Shuangzhan's purge.

Its appearance wasn't as grotesquely twisted as those inside the fog. At least, it still had some resemblance to a human—just heavily done up with special effects makeup.

But the show's staff and the guests weren't taking any chances. Everyone was running for their lives, terrified of getting scratched by the thing.

Those eerie-colored claws practically screamed "poisonous." Nobody was stupid enough to test it out.

Hearing the guests' frantic screams and curses, Chi Qingzhou frowned and called out to the system, "Look at the mess you made."

The system wanted to cry. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It's all my fault! I'll definitely find a way to fix it!"

Chi Qingzhou couldn't be bothered to respond. He lifted the wooden stick and strode in.

Before today, none of the cast and crew of "Scenery Along the Way" had ever truly believed that things like "living corpses" could exist in the real world.

Sure, a lot of people in the entertainment industry were into metaphysics—some even raised little ghosts or wore enchanted amulets—but actually believing in unscientific things lurking around them? Not a chance.

But the sight of the living corpse had shattered their worldview into pieces, plunging them into sheer terror.

These kinds of monsters actually existed? How the hell were regular people supposed to deal with this?!

More than a few guests were starting to regret ever signing up for this show.

They never should have taken this variety show. They never should have come to Yinping Village just for a little bit of hype.

Even if this show blew up, so what?

Would they even live long enough to enjoy it?!

The director and producer were also full of regret.

They shouldn't have chased after convenience. Shouldn't have cut costs by choosing Yinping Village.

If they had picked a place with more people, they wouldn't be running for their lives like this!

Many of the staff were drowning in regret.

A job was a job no matter where you work—why the hell did they choose 'Scenery Along the Way' just for a few bucks and some work experience?!

With tears streaming down their faces, they ran for their lives.

But what truly sent them into despair was that, even though the undead weren't moving that fast, they always managed to pop out from the most unexpected places, putting them in constant deadly danger.

At first, Tang Qichen was under the most pressure, but ever since the white fog started thinning, the undead suddenly, inexplicably, locked onto Chi Qingning as their main target.

With their claws, teeth, cracked skulls—anything they could use—they launched relentless attacks at him, nearly scaring him into a complete breakdown.

He couldn't understand. Why the hell were these monsters after him?!

What did he do wrong?

Or... could this thing actually have something to do with that hillbilly, Chi Qingzhou?!

Chi Qingning bit his lip hard, muffled sobs escaping his throat.

He had been running forever, tripping countless times. His designer outfit was covered in dust and ripped in places, his hair a tangled mess, sweat streaking down his face and mixing with dirt—he looked absolutely miserable.

Cold air kept rushing into his lungs, making his chest feel like it was about to explode. His legs were about to give out, and he desperately wanted to stop and catch his breath, but he didn't dare stop running.

Then—another stumble. He crashed to the ground, and this time, he couldn't hold back a whimper.

He couldn't run anymore. He really couldn't.

But he didn't want to die!

An undead lunged at him from behind, claws aiming straight for his back!

"Chi Qingning, watch out!"

Song Yuzhi caught a glimpse of the scene from the corner of his eye. His expression changed in an instant, and he quickly reached out to grab him.

Chi Qingning's eyes lit up, and from who-knows-where, a burst of strength erupted inside him. He gritted his teeth, latched onto Song Yuzhi's hand, scrambled to his feet, and kept running, stumbling all the way.

Now with two targets in sight, the undead sped up instead of slowing down. Its stiff joints twisted unnaturally, moving with a horrifying agility, making it look more and more human-like.

But its skin was turning darker, bruises spreading across its body, and its dull, vacant eyes were gradually filling with madness—an irreversible transformation was taking place.

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