The True Young Master's Metaphysical Road to Fame in Showbiz Ch. 56

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It swiped at Chi Qingning twice, deliberately driving him into an erratic, panicked escape. Then, just as Chi Qingning tried to dodge again, it suddenly changed course—its claws slashed straight for the back of Song Yuzhi's head!

In the chaos, neither of them could tell which way was which. Desperate to evade the undead, they crashed right into each other.

Chi Qingning tumbled backward, rolling across the ground before shakily getting up.

He was lucky—the way he fell took him farther from the undead.

But Song Yuzhi wasn't so lucky.

He was sent flying forward, landing hard on his knees, his right leg instantly going numb.

He struggled to get up, but Chi Qingning—standing behind the undead—hesitated for just a second before stumbling backward, putting more distance between himself and the danger.

Song Yuzhi's heart turned ice-cold.

He understood. Everyone had a survival instinct. He wasn't about to demand that someone risk their life to save him.

But this? This was downright cold-blooded.

He had already thought his first love being a lie was messed up enough. But now? Life had thrown something even crueler at him.

He must have been blind to ever think Chi Qingning was his kindred spirit!

Song Yuzhi shut his eyes in despair.

The pain he was expecting never came.

Instead, a sharp whooshing sound sliced through the air.

A long wooden stick, shot like an arrow, flew from behind and struck straight ahead!

The undead's outstretched claws snapped in response. The stick didn't stop—it smashed into the top of its skull, instantly knocking it backward.

From the shadows, Xing Shuangzhan made his move. With a precise strike, he yanked out every last trace of ghostly energy from the undead's body.

The faint light in the undead's eyes flickered out, and soon, it collapsed into the dust, motionless.

Xing Shuangzhan let out a thoughtful hum. "Qingzhou, this undead was saturated with ghost energy. Even if you add up the dozens of others, they'd barely match this one."

Chi Qingzhou curiously lowered his head. Now that the ghost energy had dissipated, the undead had reverted to its original form before death—its entire body was covered in bruises, its face twisted in a gruesome expression, as if it had suffered immense pain.

He didn't smell any lingering soul essence, only a stubborn obsession that clung to its empty shell, unwilling to fade, still tangled with traces of ghost energy.

Chi Qingzhou murmured in admiration, "What a persistent human."

Xing Shuangzhan let out a low chuckle. "It's not human anymore."

Chi Qingzhou shrugged. "Then... what a persistent dead person."

Humans really were such a fascinating species.

They could create miracles in life and forge legacies in death.

Xing Shuangzhan chuckled again but didn't bother to remind Chi Qingzhou that he was also human.

Meanwhile, Song Yuzhi, barely surviving that ordeal, hadn't caught what Chi Qingzhou had just said. In a daze, he opened his eyes and instinctively asked, "What?"

Chi Qingzhou stepped forward. "Are you alright?"

Song Yuzhi moved his leg. His knee still stung a bit, but it wasn't serious—probably just bruised.

He hurriedly scrambled up from the ground and bowed repeatedly in gratitude.

"Thank you, Mr. Chi! You saved my life again. If you ever need anything in the future—"

Chi Qingzhou smiled lightly. "No need to thank me. This is actually just payment for your help. You don't owe me."

Song Yuzhi quickly said, "Even so, I'm not the kind of person who doesn't appreciate kindness."

A life-saving debt couldn't just be brushed off with a simple "no need to thank me."

His life wasn't worthless!

Just as he finished speaking, Chi Qingning arrived in a hurry and caught those words, his heart sinking instantly.

Earlier, Song Yuzhi had technically saved him, but in the crucial moment, he had chosen to save himself instead. Now, hearing this, it felt like a veiled jab at him.

He couldn't argue that Song Yuzhi was wrong, but he also couldn't let him continue developing resentment toward him.

A flicker of ruthlessness flashed in Chi Qingning's eyes. Without hesitation, he turned slightly—and threw himself straight to the ground.

As he fell, he called out, "Brother Song, are you—ah!!"

The subtle sound of bones shifting was completely drowned out by his panicked scream and the cheers of the other guests, relieved to have survived. He crashed heavily onto the ground and, using the momentum, skillfully dislocated his left ankle and left elbow.

Song Yuzhi jumped in shock. When he turned and saw Chi Qingning's pitiful state, he hesitated for a few seconds before stepping forward to help him up.

Chi Qingning naturally positioned himself just right, smoothly slipping his dislocated elbow into Song Yuzhi's hand. His sweat-drenched face lifted, eyes filled with gratitude as he smiled up at Song Yuzhi.

Song Yuzhi had never imagined someone could be 'this' ruthless to themselves—so practiced, so skilled, like they had done it countless times before. Instinctively, he lifted Chi Qingning's elbow and immediately noticed that it was dislocated.

"What the—?!"

His gaze flickered down, noticing that Chi Qingning's ankle also looked wrong. It suddenly dawned on him—maybe Chi Qingning had gotten injured when they crashed into each other earlier. His lips pressed together, and his heart settled just a little.

Maybe Chi Qingning's retreat earlier had just been an accident. Maybe he had simply lost his footing because of his injury.

His attitude softened slightly, and he took the initiative to support Chi Qingning. "Come on, let's get you checked by the on-site medic."

Chi Qingning secretly let out a breath of relief. Just as he was about to seize the moment and say a few words of thanks, he saw Song Yuzhi suddenly turn back toward Chi Qingzhou with a hint of respect.

"Mr. Chi, I'll take Qing—Qingning over there to get checked. I'll come back later to properly thank you."

Chi Qingzhou smiled, his eyes crinkling warmly. "Alright."

Song Yuzhi bowed once more before walking away.

His attitude was still lukewarm at best, and Chi Qingning, though wearing a slightly weak smile, clenched his teeth in frustration.

Time was tight—being able to salvage the situation to this extent was already good enough.

He focused on steadying his slightly ragged breathing, reminding himself that as long as Song Yuzhi didn't completely hate him, there was still hope.

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