After all, he's the main character. Although he's a bit annoying, with him around, the progress in this space will be relatively stable.

Besides, if he's busy filming, he won't be the one to stick his neck out and provoke others. Jokes may be funny, but toilet jokes are disgusting.

Without Gou Di stirring up trouble, and with those who had secretly tried to trip up Long Xun having been slapped in the face and disappearing for a while, Long Xun enjoyed a rather comfortable period of time.

There were no weird superpowered individuals, no natural disasters or man-made calamities, and no bosses trying to destroy the world. This peaceful world was as if Mu Feng had specially chosen it for him for a vacation.

However, Long Xun did not forget that the first half of this world was the entertainment industry, while the second half went off track.

He kept waiting, waiting for those things in the shadows to appear.

...

Mu Chunfeng walked out of the studio after filming a night scene. A cool breeze blew in the night, causing him, who was already weak, to shiver. His face turned pale and bluish.

The assistant beside him sneezed from the gust of wind. Seeing that Mu Chunfeng was shivering, he quickly followed, wrapped him in a thick fur coat that had been baked and warmed, and escorted him to the car.

Mu Chunfeng was shivering slightly from the cold. Sitting in the back seat of the car, he tried to control himself and reached for his cigarette case. He took out a cigarette, lit it, and casually ordered, "Old Zhang, let's go home."

The car didn't move.

"Old Zhang?" Mu Chunfeng raised his eyes slightly with impatience, his gaze suddenly freezing on the rearview mirror.

His face turned deathly pale, as white as a sheet of paper.

His driver was a veteran, a kind-looking, resolute middle-aged man who was also responsible for protecting him.

Mu Chunfeng trusted her driver very much.

But at this moment, looking in the rearview mirror, he felt only fear.

The rearview mirror should have reflected Old Zhang's eyebrows and eyes, but Old Zhang no longer had a face.

His front view was also the back of his head; beneath his short, fuzzy hair, something seemed to be wriggling.

Mu Chunfeng's blood almost froze. His fragile heart pounded desperately, and suddenly he let out a mournful cry as intense pain swept through his entire body.

He didn't have time to care about those things.

Old Zhang turned his head.

That head, only the back of the head.

Ten degrees, twenty degrees, thirty degrees.

Sixty degrees, ninety degrees, one hundred and twenty degrees.

He was still turning his head, even though it was far beyond the limit of what a normal person could turn their head to.

Mu Chunfeng could already see with his own eyes the thing that was slightly wriggling on the back of Lao Zhang's head. A series of piercing noises rang in his ears. He no longer knew whether it was his own tinnitus or the screaming of the thing that had taken over Lao Zhang's driver's seat.

He felt the blood vessels in his brain, beneath his skull, swelling as if they were about to boil and burst.

cold.

It's so cold.

His thoughts were stagnant, and everything seemed to drift away from him; even the sharp pain in his heart gradually faded from his senses.

Just then, the car door next to Mu Chunfeng, who was sitting stiffly, was suddenly pulled open. A handsome young man grabbed him by the collar, dragged him out, threw him to the ground, and slapped him hard across the face, shouting, "Mu Chunfeng! Mu Chunfeng! You fucking wake up right now!"

This young man is Ye Tan.

The assistant and driver, Lao Zhang, were already frantically pacing around. Seeing Ye Tan's violent behavior, they were terrified and rushed over to restrain him, preventing him from further abusing Mu Chunfeng.

Unfortunately, with Qingjiao's strength, the two of them were as light as two pieces of paper. Ye Tan casually swung his arm and sent them both tumbling over.

They didn't know what had happened. After Mu Chunfeng got into the car, he started to stare blankly, his whole body stiffened, his eyes were wide open, his face grew paler and paler, and his lips turned purple. He couldn't hear what Lao Zhang was asking him. When the assistant saw that something was wrong with him, he hurriedly ran back to get hot water. Ye Tan and Mu Chunfeng happened to be walking one after the other. When they saw the assistant in a hurry, they realized what was going on and rushed over.

As a powerful azure dragon, Ye Tan could tell what was going on from a distance. Mu Chunfeng was already weak, and he was being afflicted by a yin energy, causing him to hallucinate.

Unfortunately, he was still a demon, not an invincible dragon. Demons were not good at exorcising evil spirits, so he could only try his best to rush over and slap Mu Chunfeng, shouting with all his might, hoping to awaken Mu Chunfeng's consciousness.

Although the dragon can only be called a demonic dragon, its roar is enough to scare away evil spirits. Suddenly, a wisp of black smoke rose above Mu Chunfeng's head and dissipated into a cloud of smoke in the blink of an eye. The next moment, the handsome man, whose body was tense, went limp and his eyes moved slightly as he looked at Ye Tan.

"Mu Chunfeng? Are you alright, kid?" Ye Tan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Mu Chunfeng's eyes had finally regained their sparkle.

Fortunately, this is a relative of the Dragon God. All demons and beasts need to be protected. If they were to die in front of him, it would truly be his fault.

Mu Chunfeng only glanced at him before fainting.