Finally, the time came for the third filming of "The Lost Dreams of the Ancient City". With the experience of the previous two times, everyone was prepared for some unexpected troubles this time. Qiu Liang, on the other hand, was full of confidence because he never believed in ghosts and gods.

The same courtyard, the same crabapple blossoms, the same actors.

After reciting his lines, Yu Shu slowly raised his hand. Suddenly, his gaze sharpened. Instead of landing on Feng Guang's face, he pulled Feng Guang's hand and moved him to the side. The spot where they had been standing was now covered by a crabapple tree that had crashed down.

Before anyone could react, all the trees in the courtyard fell one after another, and the flowerpots placed against the wall shattered. With an even louder crash, the stone table in front of Feng Guang and Yu Shu exploded, and the flying shards, carrying immense force, hurtled towards them at incredible speed. Yu Shu reacted quickly, turning his back to shield Feng Guang. The shards struck his back, and traces of blood seeped onto his white ancient-style robe.

Someone screamed, triggering a series of panics, and everyone was thrown into chaos.

Feng Guang was at a loss, and she called out blankly, "Yu Shu..."

Yu Shu acted as if nothing had happened, even striking his signature melancholy pose. "Miss Xia, now you should be able to believe that my sixth sense is really strong, right?"

"You...I..." she stammered, because she saw Yu Shu suddenly fix his gaze on what was behind her.

Yu Shu touched his lips with his index finger, "He's right behind you."

Her body stiffened.

He was surprised again, "Wait, how can there be two?"

two……

Feng Guang mustered her courage and turned around. She saw two men standing under the eaves not far away. One was dark-skinned and the other was fair-skinned. One was sinister and eerie, and the other was gentle and refined. Neither of them looked at the other, but they were both looking at her at the same time, which created a confrontation.

At this moment, Yu Shu's agent came over and said anxiously, "We need to go to the hospital quickly. You still have many engagements to attend. You can't hurt yourself."

Before being pulled away by his agent, Yu Shu smiled at Feng Guang and said, "This time the damage is far greater than the previous two, and judging from the scope of the impact, you're definitely included, Miss Xia. I'll say it again, good luck to you."

Feng Guang was filled with mixed feelings. Amidst these conflicting emotions, she suddenly felt a surge of anger. Why should she have to bear these dangers just because of Mr. A's inexplicable obsession with her? There was no blood feud between them, nor any hatred of stealing a wife. Just because of his infatuation with her, she was threatened by him, and he wouldn't let her go even after death!

Is there really such a frustrating thing?!

"Fengguang, let's go back to the hotel first."

Feng Guang shook off Liu Han's hand and said calmly, "Sister Han Han, please wait for me at the door. I have something to take care of."

"What is it...?"

"Don't worry about it, I promise you I'll be back soon." Feng Guang saw Mr. A walk out of the courtyard. An Yi glanced back at her and then followed Mr. A out. In a panic, she left Liu Han and followed him out.

She walked to the courtyard with the locust tree again, and under the tree, she saw that figure. It was also a slightly thin figure from behind, but it wasn't An Yi. It was Mr. A, the one who sent her letters.

Feng Guang began to admire herself. She used to be most afraid of these things, but now, she actually walked up to a ghost, and a vicious one at that.

“Mr. A…” She gripped the hem of her skirt tightly and said with a rare firmness, “Let’s talk about your plan to take me to hell.”