Upon seeing the young woman walk in, the two people in the room, except for the injured man on the bed, stood up.
"Are you Miss Fang Yuan?" Fang Cheng asked, taking a closer look at Fang Yuan.
She wore makeup last night, but thankfully her facial features didn't change much.
“It’s me. Didn’t we meet last night? Do I have a generic face?” Fang Yuan asked him, amused.
She's always had a beautiful face, surely she can't be so unrecognizable?
"Of course I recognized you. Your face looks almost the same with or without makeup. It's mainly your hairstyle that's the problem," Fang Qi said with a smile.
It seems that even if this talented beauty weren't a Taoist priest, she could still make a name for herself in the entertainment industry with her natural beauty.
"Really? Thank you for the compliment, Director Fang." Fang Yuan smiled and turned to look at the patient on the bed.
"Miss Luo Binbin? Hello, I'm Fang Yuan."
This is the real person, so of course she should greet her.
"You must be Miss Fang Yuan? Hello, I'm Luo Binbin. Thank you for saving me last night!"
Luo Binbin replied to Fang Yuan with an excited expression.
He was about to get off the bed when the little girl stopped him.
"Sister Luo, your injuries are quite severe, you can't get out of bed right now."
Fang Yuan also stopped her from getting up:
"You're welcome. I just happened to be able to see these things and did what I could to help."
As she spoke, she placed the fruit basket in her hand on the locker.
"Although it was a small favor for you, I would have been gone yesterday if it weren't for you."
Seeing this, Luo Binbin sat back down and thanked him again.
God knows how vividly she remembered that near-death experience.
Fang Yuan truly saved her life.
"Actually, I'm also very curious about how you got involved with it. That thing feels like a vengeful spirit," Fang Yuan asked.
"A vengeful spirit? I don't know why she's haunting me. She followed me to the hospital last night."
At this point, Luo Binbin tightened his grip on the small wooden sword in his hand and asked:
"That thing seems to be bothering me. I wonder if you could sell me this little wooden sword?"
"This little wooden sword is made of thousand-year-old lightning-struck wood and has been blessed, so it doesn't dare to get close to you, but that's all, since you can't see it."
Since we can't see it, we can only defend passively. Fortunately, the power of this lightning-struck wood is quite considerable.
Ordinary yin energy is not easily corroded by it.
"No, I saw it. I saw it twice last night when I was dying."
Luo Binbin shook her head and earnestly described what she saw.
"Then you did see it. I guess you were too weak from blood loss yesterday, so you could see it."
As he spoke, Fang Yuan glanced at the black aura emanating from her body.
Even the small wooden sword in his hand couldn't completely dissipate them, which showed that they were indeed being targeted.
"Would people with weak constitutions be more likely to see it?" Fang Cheng couldn't help but ask.
Fang Yuan thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps it should be said that people who are physically weak or unlucky are more likely to see it."
She could see it was a special case, but this person almost died last night, which clearly indicates a weakened state of health.
"I see..."
The equation nodded, then asked:
"Can you get rid of this thing? I can hire you; we have absolutely no idea where it came from."
After a moment of silence, Fang Yuan asked, "What kind of movie are you making?"
"A niche period thriller set in the Republican era, based on a story I had heard by chance before."
Fang Cheng touched his nose, looking a little embarrassed.
If he had known that filming would actually attract this thing, he would never have filmed it.
"Have you ever suspected that this movie attracted this thing?" Fang Yuan asked rhetorically.
"No way? There are so many horror movie productions, how could we be the only ones to get involved?" Fang Qi didn't believe it.
Although they are based on a true story, it is actually a tragic love story.
Those horror elements were all modified by them.
"I can visit your film crew; perhaps something on your set will serve as its medium."
After all, the last time his uncle's house was involved in a problem, it was caused by a few jars.
Fang Cheng glanced at the time and then said, "Is that so? Then let's go take a look tomorrow!"
Upon hearing Fang Cheng's words, Luo Binbin became displeased: "No way, Director Fang, I'm still being pestered. Can we go now?"
"Yes, yes, I'm scared too!" the assistant beside him whispered.
She's going to stay here with him today. What if that thing comes tonight?
"this·······"
Fang Cheng looked at Fang Yuan with some difficulty; this matter was only valid if she gave her approval.
Seeing this, Luo Binbin hurriedly pleaded with Fang Yuan, "Miss Fang, please, please save me! I'm willing to give you one million as a reward, please."
She's just a third-tier actress, and her market value isn't very high.
She only received one million yuan in payment for this role, and she was willing to give it all to Fang Yuan, just to save her life.
Hearing the price, Fang Yuan was satisfied, but she didn't show any extra expression on her face.
After a moment of silence, he looked up and said, "I can only try my best to take a look, after all, I am not a Taoist priest."
"Okay, thank you for your help. I'm glad you can help me!" She nodded happily when she heard that Fang Yuan was willing to go see them today.
Then he raised the small wooden sword in his hand again: "Can I buy this wooden sword? I'm willing to pay 100,000!"
Fang Yuan looked at her and sighed, feigning seriousness: "Sorry, I can only lend it to you for now. You can return it to me after I've gotten rid of that thing!"
Ten thousand dollars is a bit too little for a thousand-year-old lightning-struck tree; a hundred-year-old one would be more appropriate.
Although she has thousands of spatial dimension items, these things are non-renewable, and she can't go back to her past life.
It would be a shame to sell it at such a low price.
"Two hundred thousand, is two hundred thousand okay? Please sell it to me!" This is a treasure that you can feel is different just by holding it in your hand.
She really couldn't bear to return it.
And what if we encounter this situation again in the future?
Fang Yuan continued to shake his head: "It's not about the money, it's about how rare these materials are!"
"Five hundred thousand, five hundred thousand, sell it to me!"
Fang Yuan remained expressionless, but was secretly delighted.
Although 500,000 isn't a huge price, she has a lot of these swords.
She has over a thousand virtual buttons in her inventory, all made for her by her husbands when she goes out to play.
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