HEIFEIGU -Chapter 79

“Tsk~ tsk~ tsk~”

Yue Qinyao hung upside down from the ceiling, staring at the two silly men below.

“Ahem…” Xie Jixing lowered his head, focused on massaging the large dark bruise, leaving only his ears bright red.

Qian Shuyun tilted his head, glancing at the ghost dangling down, grinning mischievously. Though he was mentally prepared, seeing it so suddenly still made him jump.

If this ghost-seeing ability isn’t renewed, can it at least be turned off?

Because of Yue Qinyao’s interruption, the previous intimate atmosphere in the room vanished completely, leaving an awkward silence.

Qian Shuyun replayed his earlier actions in his head and belatedly felt his face heat up.

With both their ears red, neither dared to look the other in the eye.

Xie Jixing focused on the bruise on Qian Shuyun’s calf, while Qian Shuyun occasionally glanced at Yue Qinyao, realizing he’d better get used to it—after all, they might see each other every day from now on.

Help… this is so awkward!

Xie Jixing raged inwardly: How could this happen?!

Brain, think! Find a topic!

“You…” Xie Jixing finished massaging both legs, lifted Qian Shuyun’s forearm, and applied some oil like kneading noodles. “Why did you insist on saving Yin Wenshan’s soul?”

Qian Boss touched his nose, thinking seriously. “Honestly, I didn’t think that much. I just felt that without him yesterday, there wouldn’t be me today. So if I can do it, I should try.”

“And you?” Qian Shuyun asked the one who had been silently staring at the ground. “Why did you come here?”

The bruises on his arm had mostly eased. Xie Jixing paused briefly. “There’s no particular reason. I couldn’t survive in my old world, and here someone could take me in, so I came.”

The unlucky ghost, who had been drawing circles in the corner, peeked his head out from the wall, looking less sullen.

“What about you in that world?” Qian Shuyun suddenly felt a bit panicked. “Will you go back?”

“My physical body has been turned into a talisman to seal ghosts. How could I go back?” Xie Jixing said lightly, unconcerned.

Panic turned into worry. Qian Shuyun wanted to reach out to touch the head in front of him, with hair so smooth, or hug him—but… he might get hit.

Better to slow down the progress bar.

“Do you have any lingering attachments there?” Starting with someone nearby was the best way to advance the progress.

“I had a master and a senior brother, but I sent them away early on. Don’t know where they ended up.”

Xie Jixing got up to wash the oil from his hands.

That was a serious matter. Qian Boss’s affairs were settled, so he had free time to check things.

After all, reviving the sect couldn’t be a one-man job.

Throw… throw them?

Good, that’s very Xie Jixing—Qian Shuyun obedient now.

After washing his hands, Xie Jixing turned to deal with his two moody ghosts.

Before capturing Yin Wenshan, he had kicked Yue Qinyao and the unlucky ghost out. Both now had issues with Yin Wenshan, and with him too.

If it weren’t for the yin-energy biscuits they had eaten earlier, the unlucky ghost might have been torn apart by the enraged Yin Wenshan. Feeling too weak to help and holding back, he was now depressed, and even used his ghost energy to knock away the snacks Xie Jixing handed him.

So fierce… Xie Jixing was stunned.

The unlucky ghost had always been soft, never thrown such a tantrum.

Xie Jixing went over to coax him.

“Don’t like this? Want something else?”

The unlucky ghost’s head turned 360 degrees, dark yolk-like eyes fixed on him.

“Why didn’t you let me stay? I could handle that bad ghost too!”

“Never eat this snack again. Bad ghost, tastes awful!”

The money bag on the table trembled, and the pouches on the sword tassel shook violently.

Yin Wenshan, who had just been captured, woke up.

“Child, what are you saying? I see you’ve eaten plenty before.”

“If I stayed, could you beat me?”

“Can’t beat me? Then eat more. Kids today are pampered. Back then, we didn’t have that much food to choose from.”

“Even if I beat you now, it’s like fighting a hundred. So, kids shouldn’t be picky, or you’ll end up weak like this.”

The unlucky ghost froze, whimpering. All ghosts, yet he got stabbed in the ghost heart!

I don’t want to live!

Before Xie Jixing could act, Yue Qinyao floated down, her pale face full of disapproval, protective over the ghost.

“What do you mean pampered? If your family is rich, of course you eat what you want! Who are you, a newcomer, to butt in?”

The pouches shook even more violently.

“What’s wrong with being new?”

“Oh, in the illusion it was said he was someone’s comrade, to fight together. Now you call him ‘new’?”

“Cold! Heartless!”

“You’re experienced, so you can bully others—or ghosts?”

“Decide for me! Otherwise, I won’t come out!”

Xie Jixing groaned, staring at the wildly shaking pouches. Can I cancel the contract now?

Why does she speak one sentence, and the bag responds with several? Yue Qinyao used to only interact with compliant ghosts like the unlucky ghost, never one like this.

She now felt like she would explode. Do ghosts strengthen themselves with verbal battles?!

She cannot lose. Logic or not, strike back first!

“What’s there to judge? Ghosts must keep up with the times. You’re so stubborn, you have no future out here!”

Xie Jixing’s expression sank further.

The pouches swayed again. This revolutionary seems so dramatic. Are all actors like this?

He glanced at Qian Shuyun, massaging his calves.

Qian Boss felt a chill on his head.

Back then, information wasn’t widespread. No gossip tabloids would have called Yin Wenshan dramatic.

Knowing that next time Yin Wenshan speaks, he’ll probably anger Yue Qinyao completely, Xie Jixing quickly sent a burst of dark fire into the money pouch, forcing Yin Wenshan’s soul to sleep.

Halfway through the argument, Yue Qinyao, with energy nowhere to go, looked at Xie Jixing.

“Why didn’t you summon the money sword when fighting me?”

Xie Jixing felt guilty, touched his nose, and tried to calm things.

“You’re a girl, can’t hit so hard…”

Yue Qinyao’s black hair flared outward.

“You weren’t gentle either!”

“Your dark fire almost burned me!”

She rolled her eyes fully black, speaking sarcastically.

“Why, don’t I deserve a money sword?”

Xie Jixing groaned.

Told myself to watch fewer infuriating variety shows… how did this stick?

What could he do? He told the truth.

“Do you know why this sword is called ‘Ten Thousand Gold’?”

Yue Qinyao snorted, ignoring him.

Xie Jixing said earnestly, “Because it’s expensive!”

“Using it here once costs… let me see… over a million?!”

Faith points immediately dropped significantly. Xie Jixing wished he could take on ten more tasks now.

He slumped, glumly looking at Yue Qinyao.

“At that time, I only had a little money in my account, the room was in the basement, and I had to support the unlucky ghost and you—where would I get the money to summon the money sword?”

It was over, over. Yue Qinyao hugged herself with her black hair, and though she couldn’t scold him, she ended up feeling sympathetic.

Well then, she could reluctantly forgive Yin Wenshan this once.

She made a punching gesture with her hair toward Qian Shuai, then drifted over to the corner to comfort the unlucky ghost.

“Over a million each time…” Qian Shuyun, sitting on the bed, quietly calculated his little treasury.

The family’s company dividends, his own company’s revenue, outside investments, stocks, trust funds…

He felt it should be enough, but he wasn’t sure, so he recalculated.

Now that he could act again, although his film fees might not compare to his peak, he could pick up more endorsements later.

But he’d heard that Xie Jixing also had a master and a senior brother. If their spending habits were the same…

“Are your master and senior brother’s magical tools the same type?” Boss Qian cautiously asked.

Xie Jixing wrinkled his nose. “There’s no way they’d spend that much. My master likes healing people and refining elixirs. My senior brother… he likes making money.”

Otherwise, how could he burn things like that?

Luckily, luckily, Qian Shuyun exhaled in relief. In that case, he should be able to afford it.

After lingering in the room a little longer, Qian Shuyun, mostly recovered, was politely ushered out by Xie Jixing.

Night had fallen—it was time to rest.

This hotel currently had no vacant rooms, which irritated Boss Qian.

Why couldn’t reality be like a novel, where nightfall meant it was time to acquire the hotel?

He complained a bit and returned, quite unwillingly, to the hotel he had booked.

The next day, the delayed opening ceremony finally arrived.

Zhao Chaoran wore a dark expression, keeping his hat and sunglasses on the entire time.

After sending Wu Lianmian back to C City, the Wu family matriarch flew into a rage and simultaneously scolded both Zhao Chaoran and his father mercilessly.

Then the Wu family withdrew investment from the project and even sold Zhao Chaoran’s company shares at a low price.

This resulted in a loss of tens of millions. Zhao Chaoran, naturally, wasn’t in a good mood.

But what troubled him even more was the drama.

The Wu family held stakes in a major platform—that was why he had been so fixated on Wu Lianmian.

Once the drama was released, with the Wu family’s connections, the platform would surely give it full promotion. That was why he had invested so much: hiring a former film director, a top screenwriter, and even a leading actress to support him.

With such a lineup, plus full platform promotion, even as a newcomer, he could leap into second-tier or even first-tier status.

Now, with the Wu family pulling out, he had neither the money nor the platform—he was suddenly in a tight spot.

Not filming? Then the tens of millions already spent would go down the drain.

Continue filming? The crew needed money every day, so where would he get funds to fill the gap left by the Wu family’s withdrawal?

Seeing Xie Jixing bowing and offering incense in the second row, Zhao Chaoran suddenly had an idea.

Right, he could shift the responsibility. If this person hadn’t gotten Wu Lianmian drunk, how would Wu Lianmian have gotten into trouble?

This project was too expensive; he couldn’t afford it alone. Why not bring someone to invest with him?