"No way? What era is this? How can there be such things? Spirits are not allowed to exist since the founding of the People's Republic of China. We are the ones who make horror movies, so how can we not know this? These are all scams." The assistant director said with a hoarse voice and a forced laugh.

"After the founding of the People's Republic of China, you are not allowed to become a spirit, but it does not say that you are not allowed to become a ghost." The male protagonist who was acting with the female ghost and was pinched by her walked up slowly.

"ah!"

His sudden arrival startled the three of them.

The director yelled, "Why are you walking so quietly? Are you trying to scare people to death?!"

"You'll probably have a heart attack!" the assistant director yelled.

"Didn't you say there were no ghosts?" the makeup artist asked, "Why are you still scared?"

The assistant director's face froze. "I don't think there's a ghost, but being scared is two different things."

The male lead acting opposite Lin Churan wasn't angry, but his face was a little grim. He pulled something out from his neck and said, "There's something I didn't tell you. This is a peace amulet. My grandmother got it for me at a famous Taoist temple. I don't usually carry it with me, but I brought it with me because I wanted to film this. After filming opposite her for a day, I went back to check it out, and guess what happened?"

The old perverted director frowned, "If you have something to say, say it quickly. If you have something to fart, fart quickly."

The male protagonist opened the small bag containing the amulet and showed it to everyone.

"Why is it all gray?" asked the assistant director.

"Is this amulet made of incense ash?" asked the makeup artist.

"I'm pretty sure that what I put in there was a yellow talisman. I felt unwell the day after filming ended, so when I got home and opened the talisman, I discovered it had turned to ashes." If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't afford the penalty, the lead actor Jiao Feng wouldn't have dared to come to the set again!

Everyone's faces turned very ugly after hearing this, even the assistant director who didn't believe in ghosts felt a little uneasy.

"There was a scene where she grabbed my neck with such force that I felt a little desperate at the time, just like facing a real ghost. I felt a sense of fear that arose from my heart, and I couldn't overcome it at all. It was as if I was going to die." Jiao Feng still feels a lingering fear when he thinks about it now, and looks at the assistant director with resentment.

The assistant director also remembered that he was looking at the camera at the time and he was praising Jiao Feng for his good acting skills. It turns out that he was really strangled by a ghost?

"Director, although I'm not a famous actor, I've actually heard of An Jingzhi and the others. His two relatives are both very good fighters, and Director Jiang even personally recruited them. I don't know why it didn't work out in the end, but since Director Jiang personally showed up, the rumors about their Qinggong skills must be true." Jiao Feng speculated.

"How could modern people possibly possess Qinggong? Newton's coffin wouldn't be able to hold them down. And I've heard quite a few people say that the extras acting with them all said these people were stiff and stiff, and when you get close to them, you feel icy cold, a bone-chilling chill. At the time, I thought that description was a bit exaggerated, but now I think it's not an exaggeration at all."

"When I came into contact with Miss Lin, I felt like my soul was frozen. It's hard to describe what that feeling was, but it was truly agonizing."

"Combined with the fact that my amulet was inexplicably burned to ashes, if they are ghosts, then this is not surprising."

The more they talked, the uglier their faces became. They actually attracted real people to make a horror movie?

"Director, what should we do? Should we still broadcast this movie?" The assistant director always felt that it was unsafe to stand anywhere, so he subconsciously approached a few people and asked carefully.

The old, perverted director gritted his teeth, "Broadcast it! Why not? If we don't broadcast it, who's going to pay for the money? Regardless of whether our speculation is true or not, it would be even better if it were true! If we hire real actors, the quality of the movie will be much better, and it might even become a small hit!"

The assistant director swallowed, it sounded reasonable.

The makeup artist and Jiao Feng were both stunned. No wonder he could become a director. This was a risky pursuit for wealth and fame.

…

An Jingzhi came to an orphanage alone. He had promised Lin Churan, so he would naturally not go back on his word.

Early in the morning, I rented a van and bought milk, children's clothes, shoes, a bunch of milk candies and lollipops. In total, I spent 20,000 yuan.

Then someone drove a van to the orphanage where Lin Churan's daughter was adopted.

Upon hearing that he was there to donate something, the dean politely invited him in.

He left the building ghost and the water ghost at home, and the female ghost followed him, but she did not show up and no one could see her.

"Mr. An, thank you so much. Our orphanage relies on kind people like you to keep it going."

The director was an elderly woman who brought other people from the orphanage to help unload the items from the truck.

An Jingzhi handed it to them in the car and they took it under the car.

After finishing his work, An Jingzhi clapped his hands and walked around the orphanage with the old director.

"Don't be polite, old director. Compared to what you have done, what I have done is nothing." The orphanage is subsidized and the staff there are also paid, but the old director has no children, so all her salary is subsidized to these orphans.

An Jingzhi agreed to help Lin Churan, and naturally he would check the situation of the orphanage where her daughter lived. Only then did he learn about the situation of the old director.

"I didn't do anything. I'm old anyway, and the money is useless. I might as well add more food to these children. They are the future of the country." The old dean smiled kindly, looking at the children queuing in the distance to receive candy.

A woman with a serious look but a gentle tone was distributing candy to the children. "Two candies per person. Don't eat more than that, or you'll get cavities. Also, don't eat candy at night. If anyone is caught eating candy at night, they won't get any next time."

An Jingzhi asked, "What do the children usually eat?"

The old director said, "Try to have them eat eggs every morning. If there's milk, have them drink a glass of it. They should also have one meat and one vegetable for lunch and dinner. In the summer, it's okay if their clothes are a little worse, but they must try to keep up with the nutrition."

An Jingzhi nodded secretly, inspected the children's dining room, looked at where they slept, and finally came to the yard where the children were playing.

At first glance, he saw a little girl who was not sociable. She was sitting alone on a step, holding a candy in her hand and chewing another candy in her mouth.

The old dean followed An Jingzhi's gaze and said with pity, "That's the child we sent here some time ago. He's also a poor person."

The dean briefly introduced the other party's situation.

The little girl was Lin Churan's daughter.

He looked to be only six or seven years old, and his eyes were a little dull.

An Jingzhi nodded, indicating that he could take a walk around. Then the old dean went to do her thing, and An Jingzhi walked towards the little girl.

"Hello, little friend, can I sit next to you?" An Jingzhi asked with a smile.

The little girl turned to look at him blankly and nodded mechanically.

An Jingzhi sat down next to her and said, "Thank you."