"parking!"

The bus stopped abruptly, and the driver and the cameraman looked at Nan Xian with curiosity, puzzled.

Nan Xian suppressed her wildly beating heart, signaled the cameraman to turn off the equipment, and got out of the car.

Ding He, who was in the nanny van behind, quickly followed and draped a warm down jacket over her shoulders. "Sister, what's wrong?"

She looked around and couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

They were on a remote country road, with farmland on one side and houses on the other.

The houses face south, while their location is to the north. Some of the houses were built a long time ago and are now abandoned. Graves of the deceased stand in the overgrown backyards.

The faded wreaths and paper money rustled softly in the winter wind, their soft sound contrasting with the gray tombstone, adding to the desolation and bleakness.

"Sis, get in the car quickly, it's so scary here..."

Nan Xian seemed not to hear, her gaze fixed on a certain spot, and she walked straight there.

Ding He let out a soft "Hey," bit her lip nervously, hesitated for a moment, and then followed.

Seeing Nan Xian stop in front of a grave, she instantly felt a chill run down her spine and unconsciously lowered her voice, "Sister, this is someone else's cemetery. Isn't it inappropriate for us to come here without permission?" She then clasped her hands together in front of her chest and bowed, "Grandpa, we didn't mean to disturb you. Please forgive us, and please don't come looking for me in the middle of the night..."

Nan Xian stared at the words on the tombstone, her lips pressed tightly together, her eyes changing several times.

The tombstone bears two lines of text in neat, formal script:

"The Tomb of the late Wang Jungu Zengxiang".

Filial son: Gu Zhifeng.

Gu Zhifeng is the name of the village chief of Buxian Village.

Nan Xian clearly remembers that every time they officially recorded a film, Village Chief Gu would lead a group of enthusiastic villagers to welcome them and give them a feast. His father would also personally bring out homemade rice wine to entertain everyone.

But the tombstone in front of them clearly stated that Village Chief Gu's father had passed away three years ago.

So who was the old man who poured them the drinks?

Nan Xian was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised her hand to her forehead and laughed.

Ding He was taken aback. "Sister, what are you laughing at?" Laughing in front of someone else's grave is really creepy...

Nan Xian's smile faded, her expression returning to calm as she stared indifferently at the tombstone.

"It's nothing, it just feels ridiculously absurd."

"Huh?" Ding He was completely confused.

She didn't answer again and turned back to the bus.

As if the little incident had never happened, the bus continued its journey and soon entered the village of Buxianxian through the gate.

Yu Lin and Lang Zhuo had arrived earlier and were resting when they saw Nan Xian get out of the car and went up to greet her.

After exchanging a few words, Nan Xian turned her gaze to Yu Lin.

"Yu Lin, may I have a word with you in private?"

Since the last direct confession incident, the relationship between the two has been quite awkward, and Nan Xian has been intentionally avoiding Yu Lin.

He had long since given up hope and even planned to quit after filming this season, but unexpectedly, things took a turn for the better. She actually took the initiative to talk to him today. He thought he was hallucinating, and stared wide-eyed for a few seconds before he realized what was happening. He couldn't help but smile and said, "Of course!"

The two walked to a spot out of the camera's view, and Nan Xian gave Ding He a wink. The latter cleverly stood aside to keep watch for her.

She got straight to the point: "You've been possessed by evil spirits and know about the existence of the underworld, so I won't mince words—today, I need your help. Let's cooperate."