The room was completely silent, and everyone stared in disbelief.
He Mohua straightened his back and muttered to himself, "I am the ruler of all people, deeply loved by them, and blessed with boundless divine power by Heaven."
"You traitors and rebels, don't even think about usurping my throne! Execute them all! Drag them all away and behead them!"
"Use your blood to sacrifice to my flag!!"
"Aaaaaah! Charge!!"
He gestured to the air, acting so vividly that it was as if a group of traitors were truly standing in front of him.
Lin Xi was amazed. "He truly deserves to be called a professional actor. He completely immerses himself in the role when he acts. But is it really okay for him to do this?"
Su Zikun chuckled awkwardly, "I don't know. The doctor couldn't find anything wrong. He's been like this for years. It'll get better after a while."
Hu Biao slapped his forehead. “Master, he’s much better recently. I will take on roles based on the characters Mo Hua plays. After he finishes a film, he won’t have an attack for three months.”
On set, He Mohua was always immersed in his role, and everyone thought he was very dedicated.
Ancient words echoed, "I, the King, will take your lives!"
Lin Xi shrugged. "What do we do now? Knock him out?"
Hu Biao suggested, "Let's go out and leave him alone."
Lin Xi had just taken a step when He Mo Hua suddenly grabbed a chair and shouted, "Traitor, prepare to die!"
The chair didn't fly towards her; instead, it smashed towards Jiang Ji's head.
That's it, his head just exploded.
Su Zikun panicked, "Jiang Ji, get out of the way!"
There was no way to dodge it; the chair came straight at him. Jiang Ji could only protect his head to ensure his face wasn't injured; he couldn't worry about the rest of his body.
It doesn't matter, at worst I'll end up in the hospital with He Mohua, lying on a bed.
Bang--!!
The pain he had imagined did not come. Jiang Ji slowly lowered his hand, and a familiar figure stood in front of him.
It's my younger sister!
At such a dangerous moment, his younger sister instinctively stood in front of him, disregarding her own safety.
Jiang Ji was moved to tears, and her sense of guilt deepened.
If only I could find my sister sooner...
Lin Xi turned around and asked, "Why are you crying?"
Kicking the chair was a completely instinctive reaction. Jiang Ji was on his left, and he couldn't just stand by and watch him get injured and fall down.
Jiang Ji remained silent, his whole body trembling.
Su Zikun was so anxious that he paced around in circles. "Oh dear, what's wrong with you? Most celebrities have some kind of problem. Your uncle has a split personality, and you're shaking for no reason."
He looked at Lin Xi, "Master, why don't you take a look at Jiang Ji while you're at it?"
"No, no need." Jiang Ji held back her tears.
He slightly raised his head, his gaze falling on Lin Xi, his expression very complicated.
If his sister is willing to save him, she won't disown him, right?
In the two weeks after finding his sister, he thought about many things, writing down various plans in his notebook over and over again, and then crossing them out.
He suffered greatly during this time, his heart was filled with turmoil, and he finally made up his mind to go to the fortune-telling hall to wait for his sister.
If we miss this opportunity, who knows when we'll get another one?
Now is the best time to make things clear.
If his sister doesn't acknowledge him, he'll think of other ways.
If all else fails, follow Su Zikun's tenth version of the plan: spend every day at the Divine Calculation Hall.
Jiang Ji mustered her courage, "I..."
I had barely uttered a single word when a series of crackling sounds erupted from the side.
Hu Biao held onto He Mohua tightly, shouting, "Oh no! He's going to bang his head against the wall! Someone, come quick!"
He Mohua shouted at the top of his lungs: "I will exchange my blood for the lives of millions!!"
Lin Xi rushed over in one step and struck him on the back of the neck with a palm.
He Mohua rolled his eyes and fainted.
After a few seconds, he slowly opened his eyes, shrinking back in fear. "Where...am I?"
Hu Biao exclaimed with delight, "You're awake!"
The master is indeed a master; with a single palm strike, he knocked the person out of the play.
He Mohua had indeed come to his senses. Recalling what he had just done, he was extremely embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I've become fascinated by a political drama."
"It's alright." Lin Xi explained the current situation simply, "The Peach Blossom Curse has been lifted, but Tian Xiaoya will suffer the backlash. Evil magic harms people, and there are people specifically in charge of dealing with it."
He Mohua carefully memorized every word, then suddenly asked, "Master, do ghosts really exist in this world?"
Lin Xi countered, "What did you see?"
He Mohua shook his head. "I didn't see anything."
Lin Xi sized him up a few times.
With the Peach Blossom Curse lifted, He Mohua was free of yin and evil energy, likely having inadvertently discovered something.
She didn't care if the guests didn't want to talk about it.
Hu Biao was extremely anxious. "Mo Hua, tell me what's wrong, and we need to resolve this while the master is here."
He Mo Hua hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. "It's not a ghost. It's about a family member. He has his own thoughts, just as I enjoy acting. Everyone has their own destiny."
My father has two sons and one daughter. The eldest son is He Moshen, the second son is He Yun, and the third son is him.
The older sister married into the Jiang family and gave birth to Su Zikun. The older brother has two sons, He Ting and He Jue.
He Ting is a dissolute young man who does nothing productive all day long.
He Jue was extremely intelligent, yet he renounced worldly life and became a monk.
My dad often says that there's something wrong with the He family's ancestral graves, because they've produced one disobedient child after another.
He Mohua did the same, entering the entertainment industry against his will.
He goes home once a year, so at least there's some news about him.
He Jue Ru disappeared as if he were dead or alive.
However, with He Jue's intelligence, he will definitely live a good life and no one needs to worry about him.
He Mohua shook his head. "Sorry, I was distracted for a moment."
"It's alright." Lin Xi waved her hand. "The matter is resolved. When the police come here later, remember to cooperate with the investigation."
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