She felt a slight regret. She had only ever thought that ghosts were scary, and never imagined that they also had secrets. Had she missed something?
Linghu Lan looked at the name on the desktop, slowly turned on the TV, flipped through a few channels, and finally landed on a variety show channel, where several people were doing a variety show together, and Bei Yusheng was one of them.
Bei Yusheng, a rising star with high online traffic.
Born into a poor family, he possessed an androgynous appearance that women envied. He debuted through a talent show and, in just a few years, starred in movies, television, and sang, quickly becoming one of the top male celebrities in China and the dream lover of countless young girls.
Mingxiu's eyes stopped bleeding and gradually returned to their dark clarity. Looking at Bei Yusheng on the TV, her face was distorted. She opened her mouth wide, but could not utter a single syllable.
Luo Ran'er frowned and said coldly, "You want to harm Bei Yusheng? With me here, don't even think about it."
Mingxiu ignored her, staring blankly at Bei Yusheng's face, which belonged to her.
Her magical alteration was flawless, and Bei Yusheng felt no discomfort using it. It was as if he had always had this face, and with such a face, he could live so well in this world.
Linghu Lan said softly, "I can take you to him. You can decide what you want to do."
A flash of anger crossed Luo Ran'er's usually cold face. Ignored, she snorted and walked out of Wenmo's room without looking back.
Mingxiu looked at Linghu Lan, a hint of weakness and confusion flashing in her eyes, but she still nodded in the end. This was her inner knot, and once it was untied, she could wait peacefully for everything to turn to ashes.
Her soul couldn't hold on much longer, and she wouldn't be so lucky to encounter another spirit master next time.
The era of pen spirit masters has passed, and more and more descendants of pen spirit masters have forgotten this ancient memory. Not every descendant of a pen spirit master writes, allowing her to pass through to the human world. Heaven has taken pity on her and given her such an opportunity, and she must ask.
Linghu Lan walked to the door and waited for Mingxiu, who floated to the door.
After everyone had left, the man asked in surprise and uncertainty, "Master, what should I do?"
"You stay here and wait for me. If nothing unexpected happens, everything will be settled by dawn." Linghu Lan turned on the light and closed the door.
The man was relieved to see the light.
He wanted to sit on the sofa for a while; his legs were numb from squatting in the corner for too long.
But as soon as he sat down on the sofa, he jumped up, as if there were countless thorns on the sofa pricking him.
He looked at the sofa with suspicion, then slowly moved to the chair.
However... as soon as he sat down, he felt as if he had been electrocuted and couldn't help but jump up. It was as if there were thorns on the flat chair. He touched his buttocks with some grievance, but then he thought that this was the master's house, so it didn't matter if it was a little strange.
Then, there was another sound in the room, and his heart trembled. He looked around and found that the printer had started moving by itself.
He stood there, too scared to move, staring at the printer with his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets. Finally, the printer finished printing.
A piece of paper seemed to be picked up by someone's fingers and floated in the air. Footsteps approached him from afar. He tried to open his eyes wide, but he couldn't see anything.
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