Ji Qian was about to agree when Han Mengyao ruthlessly cut her off: "No, tomorrow is the last day of recording. If we don't finish recording quickly, it will be too late to wrap things up tomorrow."
Han Mengyao spoke with great righteousness, as if she were genuinely considering the production team's interests—if one ignored the excitement in her eyes.
Han Mengyao's words made perfect sense, and Ji Qian couldn't think of a rebuttal for a moment, so she had no choice but to resign herself to her fate and shuffle back to the edge of the pit.
This time, however, she also dragged Han Mengyao and Xu Qi, who had been clinging to Han Mengyao's back, into the picture.
Compared to Han Mengyao's feigned resistance, Xu Qi's resistance seemed exceptionally real and intense. He disregarded his image and shouted at the top of his lungs:
"My mission is complete, let me go! Ji Qian! I'll never forgive you!!" Ji Qian's ears hurt from his shouting.
If she could, she wouldn't want to bring along this screaming chicken that faints at the drop of a hat.
But who could blame him when he was the only person present, besides Qian Huailin, who had some understanding of metaphysics and Taoism?
As they drew closer to the coffin, Xu Qi's roars grew increasingly piercing.
Ji Qian was already scared, and now she was even more annoyed, so she simply grabbed something and stuffed it into Xu Qi's mouth.
Xu Qi choked and began to gag on the ground. At the same time, Qian Huailin's scream suddenly entered Ji Qian's ears.
Ji Qian looked closely and realized that what she had just casually picked up was Qian Huailin's straw body.
This little incident left a deep psychological scar on both Qian Huailin and Xu Qi, to the point that for a long time afterward, neither of them took the initiative to speak to the other.
Han Mengyao dragged Ji Qian and Xu Qi to the coffin. Ji Qian kept her eyes closed the whole time, not daring to look closely. Xu Qi had already knelt down and could only move slowly on his knees.
Director Liu managed to walk independently, but judging from his legs trembling like a leaf, Han Mengyao estimated that he probably wouldn't be able to keep going for much longer.
"Um, you can't investigate like this..."
Upon hearing Han Mengyao's words, Ji Qian nodded hurriedly, hoping that Han Mengyao would give up going back to her room to sleep.
Unfortunately, Han Mengyao appears to be a sweet girl, but in reality, she is as hard as iron.
Seeing that half of the first wave of personnel had been killed, Han Mengyao decisively chose to call for a second wave of reinforcements.
Standing at the edge of the pit, Mi Yesi looked at Han Mengyao waving at her from the bottom, and then at Ying Xu and Zhao Chengyuan who were standing on the ladder preparing to climb down. She felt utterly hopeless.
Miyesi was like a mouse that had infiltrated a group of cats, and was dragged by the other two cats to meet up with the big cat.
Han Mengyao, the big cat, looked at Mi Yesi, who had collapsed to the ground, and then at the other two people who were still gritting their teeth and standing firm despite their pale faces. She sighed helplessly and said, "Fine, let's just have the five of us do it."
"Where did these five people come from?" Director Liu looked at Han Mengyao in confusion. Before Han Mengyao could answer, the usually quick-witted and considerate assistant director silently handed Director Liu a shovel.
Han Mengyao and the others originally wanted to pry open the coffin directly, but the iron chains wrapped around the coffin were of such high quality that even after they hammered at them for a long time, they couldn't leave a single mark on the chains.
Just when they were at their wits' end, Qian Huailin, who had finally recovered from his nausea, came over. He stared at the talisman on the coffin for a long time before he figured out a little about it:
“You may need to scrape off these talismans first; they are used to seal this coffin.”
"Well, how about we don't open the coffin?" Madam Qian had completely lost her initial composure. Her hands were clenched tightly, and her eyes were full of barely concealed guilt.
Before Han Mengyao and the others could even speak, Qian Huailin couldn't hold back any longer: "Mother, are you hiding something from me?"
He had always thought he had everything under control, but now it seemed that things started to spiral out of control the moment Ji Qian exposed his lies.
Madam Qian didn't dare meet Qian Huailin's eyes at all:
"It's an incredible blessing that our family was able to reunite. There's no need to pry into some things!"
“Yes, Huailin, that’s enough.” Master Qian chimed in, and even Qian Handuo advised him, “Second Brother, let it go.”
Only Qian Hanying looked around, completely bewildered, not understanding what the adults were saying at all.
Looking at his parents and sister who were earnestly advising him, Qian Huailin felt for a moment that the people in front of him were extremely unfamiliar.
Of course, this unfamiliarity did not come from appearance. After all, apart from Qian Handuo, none of the people present looked human.
Seeing that he couldn't get any answers from his family, Qian Huailin turned his attention to Chunhua, who lived a quiet and unassuming life nearby.
Chunhua was a servant that Wan Niang brought from her maiden home. She was still a boy when she came to the Qian family.
According to the Qian family's rules, Chunhua, being an outsider, should have moved to the front courtyard after reaching adulthood. However, due to Chunhua's special circumstances, Qian Huailin decided to keep him in the back courtyard to serve him personally.
Therefore, after Chunhua came to the Qian family, she lived in the courtyard of Qian Huailin and his wife.
If something truly major happened to Qian Huailin, Chunhua should be the person who knows the most besides the Qian family.
Sure enough, the moment Qian Huailin looked at her, Chunhua knelt down with a thud, the movement so large that it also knocked down Wang Dahai next to her.
At this moment, Chunhua couldn't care less about her boyfriend and just kept kowtowing to Qian Huailin: "Second Young Master, I really don't know anything, please don't make things difficult for me."
Wang Dahai felt sorry for him and wanted to help him up, but he was pulled along and started swaying back and forth.
Just as things were about to turn into a farce, Han Mengyao finally lost her temper and went to the corner to pull out Ji Qian, who was trembling with fear.
Logically speaking, Han Mengyao shouldn't be able to pull Ji Qian away.
But seeing how this sweet girl was trying so hard to pull her, her face turning red and her neck thick, Ji Qian softened and let her go, allowing the other girl to drag her to the center of the ghost crowd.
Seeing Ji Qian approach, Qian Huailin, who had been feeling resentful, fell silent, fearing that Ji Qian might slap him if things didn't go his way.
Chunhua and Wang Dahai quickly got up from the ground and stepped aside, afraid of getting their blood splattered on them.
The elderly couple from the Qian family also stood obediently in a row, and even Qian Handuo, who had been floating in the air, quietly landed on the ground.
Looking at the ghosts in front of her who were always causing trouble at the slightest provocation, Ji Qian felt a terrible headache coming on: "Are you guys the sewers, always causing trouble for people?!"
The ghosts lowered their heads and remained silent, completely unaware of Ji Qian's footsteps gradually moving away from the coffin.
Seeing Ji Qian walking further and further away, Han Mengyao pulled her back and stood behind Ji Qian, personally blocking her way.
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