As for the other bottle… Luo Yingbai looked at Xia Xianning’s hand and said, “Actually, I think even if we bring Liao Zhong’s seven spirits out, his family won’t be happy. Liao Zhong would probably go crazy.”
Xia Xianning said, “Everyone has their fate.”
Luo Yingbai replied, “Indeed. Well, let’s go.”
The two found the other half of Huang Lijuan’s soul sealed in the yin-yang realm and had the ghost officers take it away, then walked towards the realm’s exit, a sense of melancholy passing through their hearts simultaneously.
For them, this was resolving a case and finding peace, but could the heart-wrenching love and hatred of those involved be so simply erased?
Xia Xianning unexpectedly felt a rare sense of sadness. Luo Yingbai suddenly cried out, “Ouch,” and Xia Xianning turned to support him, finding he had stepped into a mud pit while lost in thought.
Without Yin Ming’s interference, the edge of the yin-yang realm had become a muddy ditch, its sludge formed from resentful and rotting dead spirits. Xia Xianning supported him in time, so Luo Yingbai didn’t get dirty, but his shoes were filthy.
Luo Yingbai, always clean, hopped out on one foot, holding Xia Xianning’s hand and screaming, “Ugh, so gross! I’m going crazy!”
Xia Xianning handed him the shoes. Luo Yingbai touched his nose a bit guiltily: “Cough… well, today was really unlucky, getting stuck with this stuff. If I end up dying miserably, you must remember to burn more paper money for me…”
“No, it won’t,” Xia Xianning picked up the old shoes and threw them away. When he walked back, he interrupted Luo Yingbai’s words. He naturally bent down to help Luo Yingbai adjust the shoe heel, saying softly: “Don’t overthink it. You’ll never become like them.”
Luo Yingbai was originally joking, but seeing his actions, suddenly felt a warm feeling surge from the bottom of his heart. He pushed his luck and said: “So you’ll buy me shoes next time?”
Xia Xianning also showed a gentle expression, pulling him up from the flower bed: “Yes, I’ll buy you shoes next time.”
Time always passes quickly. The half-moon hung in the sky, night had fallen, and many people were still not asleep, still working hard for their careers.
Far away in a shooting base in the mountains, the crew of “Yan Chi Xiao Hong Qiao” was busy filming.
“Cameras one and two ready,” Director Deng Zhen gestured to the actors in the middle of the scene, “Action!”
As a veteran director specializing in historical dramas, he was originally on vacation but was specially invited out to co-direct this major TV series with Director Xiao Zhicheng. Deng was taking this very seriously.
In this historical drama, the female lead is a princess of a country, and the second male lead is from a military family. He was born and survived when the emperor wiped out his entire family. To seek revenge, he becomes a potential son-in-law and successfully stages a coup on his wedding night, usurping the throne.
A successful revenge plan, but the screenwriter had other ideas.
The unfortunate second male lead discovers he has genuinely fallen in love with the woman he originally intended to use, and not only fails to eliminate her but is instead stabbed and escapes.
As the director signaled, the actors quickly entered their roles…
After a long while, Qiu Ziping finally dazedly wiped his face. Could it be that someone had died right in front of him? He had witnessed the scene of murder with his own eyes… Oh my God! Qiu Ziping kept wiping his face, his movements becoming faster and more forceful. He clearly remembered the feeling of hot blood splashing on his face, as if it were burning through his muscles. It was terrifying, so disgusting! He was also mentally stimulated, mechanically wiping for a long time until someone came over and held him down, surprised, saying: “What are you doing? Stop wiping! You’ll soon rub your face raw.” “Blood, blood!” Qiu Ziping grabbed the person, trembling, “Can you check if the blood on my face is wiped clean!” The other person said: “What blood? Where’s the blood? You don’t have any blood anywhere…”
Strange, you and Cheng Yin were both hit, so why is his head broken while you’re not injured at all?” Qiu Ziping didn’t even hear the subsequent mumbling. He suddenly lowered his head and indeed found his sleeves and palms were clean, with nothing stained, while something seemed to be sliding down his chest. Qiu Ziping didn’t care about anything else and opened his chest to look, only seeing a pile of powder smeared on his skin and clothes. It was the talisman Luo Mingbai had given him last time, which Qiu Ziping had been hanging on his chest with a chain for good luck. Now the talisman had turned into a pile of dust.
Chapter 60: No Time to Think People around were anxious, many unable to remain calm, excitedly discussing the recent strange events. The actor playing the second male lead, Yue Huan, had already been replaced four times. If they couldn’t resolve the recurring accidents, this drama would truly be impossible to continue. Qiu Ziping suddenly looked up and said loudly: “I know who I should find for this matter!” Just as Qiu Ziping spoke these words, Luo Mingbai was also dialing his number on his phone.
He tilted his head back and couldn’t help but let out a long breath, suppressing his inner thoughts.
The night before, after coming out of the Yin-Yang realm, Xia Jianning had returned home with Luo Mingbai to see Luo Xiao, and then stayed at Luo Mingbai’s home. Luo Xiao had been very busy recently, not staying home long before being summoned away by a phone call. Luo Mingbai pretended to see him off at the door, then turned around with an excited expression, saying: “Jianning, let’s order takeout from a big stall! I want skewers and beer.”
Xia Jianning gave him a sidelong glance: “Aren’t you afraid of being discovered at home?” Luo Mingbai said: “That’s why I want to eat while you’re here. If my dad finds out, I’ll say you ate it.”
Xia Jianning: “…”
Luo Mingbai, perhaps afraid he would run away, grabbed his sleeve with a pitiful expression: “I really want to eat. It’s not like you’ll get scolded for covering for me. My dad loves you so much.” Xia Jianning sighed, ordered his favorite food using Luo Mingbai’s phone, and warned: “You’re still injured. Don’t do this again.” Luo Mingbai sat at the table with his legs crossed, poured a cup of tea, and said: “Injuries come and go. Look at sick people, every illness is discovered.
Actually, how many normal people are truly healthy? Just go with the flow, being happy is most important. Xia Jianning peeled lychees from the fruit plate while casually asking: “Then why do you cry out so loudly every time you bump or cut yourself in front of me?” Luo Mingbai handed him the water: “Isn’t it obvious? I need love, I want you to care more about me.” His hand holding the water happened to bump into Xia Jianning’s hand offering lychees. They both paused, then exchanged a smile and swapped items.
He finished speaking, and the phone suddenly rang. Xia Xianning picked up Luo Yingbai’s phone and glanced at it, saying casually: “It’s a food delivery.”
He stood up and smiled at Luo Yingbai: “Unfortunately, I’m still single, so I’ll go get the takeout for my senior brother now.”
Xia Xianning went out, and Luo Yingbai silently watched his bright and melancholic back.
He had just jokingly said “lacking love” to Xia Xianning, but now Luo Yingbai suddenly realized he might have cursed himself. Thinking about what Xia Xianning had just said, if his junior brother really had a girlfriend who took up his time and attention, Luo Yingbai could not find anyone else to replace Xia Xianning to accompany him.
It wasn’t that he had no friends – he was outgoing and had always been popular, but in Luo Yingbai’s heart, no one could replace Xia Xianning.
