TRYMBPIETM 89: Revival of All Things (10)

The system was shaken and instinctively asked, “Who was 66594 last host ?”

If it knew who this dangerous person was, it would definitely avoid them in the future!

Chi Qingzhou said, “You know I have some memory issues, I can’t remember the past, and of course, I can’t recall who it was.”

Seeing the system shaking even harder, he smiled faintly, “But my intuition tells me this person is my good friend Ah Shang.”

Ah Shang?

Cheng Shang?

The system was stunned, a little slow to respond.

It wasn’t the first time it had heard Chi Qingzhou mention this name, and it had even secretly searched about this person, but until today, its understanding of this person still remained superficial.

It knew this person was a friend of the host, in seclusion, and was suspected to be the youngest child of the Yi family in Hong Kong, with an older brother named Yi Shangxiao. The two of them were working together to overthrow their father and two other brothers, but it wasn’t very clear about the rest.

For example, it found that Cheng Shang took his mother’s surname and was a very talented sculptor. He and his third brother Yi Shangxiao were the only two legitimate sons of the Yi family’s current generation, while the two older brothers’ mothers were unknown.

It also remembered the host had mentioned that Cheng Shang was a cultivator, practicing star divination, and his seclusion wasn’t for sculpting works but to avoid causality.(In cultivation, “causality” refers to the principle that actions lead to specific outcomes. Practitioners believe that their deeds, thoughts, and intentions directly influence their spiritual progress and experiences)

The system thought that the host’s understanding was the most accurate, but it had difficulty understanding the connection between filming a movie and helping Cheng Shang exit seclusion.

If only it had hands, the system would have hugged itself in fear right now.

It was just a system suited for ordinary modern science-based worlds, and these topics were beyond its scope!

Chi Qingzhou’s tone rose in pleasant amusement, “Looks like you’re really looking forward to meeting Ah Shang.”

The system didn’t dare to say it wasn’t looking forward to it, nor did it want to go against its conscience, so it could only change the subject. “Host, didn’t you forget a lot of things? How come you still remember where Cheng Shang is in seclusion?”

Chi Qingzhou naturally responded, “I don’t remember, but isn’t it easy to guess?”

System: “Huh??” How is that easy to guess?

Chi Qingzhou closed the bedroom window, unhurriedly changing clothes.

His friend Ah Shang practiced star divination, a truly celestial path, so many of his actions were constrained.

For Ah Shang, it didn’t matter where he secluded himself. But since he secluded to avoid causality, no place was more suitable than a location of absolute yin.

The term “absolute yin” doesn’t mean extinction, but absolute isolation. Many ancient texts have similar thoughts, saying that “isolated yang does not produce, isolated yin does not last.”

This kind of environment is incredibly rare, and many cultivators go through their whole lives without encountering a true absolute yin or absolute yang place.

Even a ghost Xing Shuangzhan only knows a few such locations, and they are gradually fading away over the millennia.

Under such circumstances, Cheng Shang’s choices were extremely limited, and it could even be said he had only one option.

Chi Qingzhou finished changing his shoes, casually said, “Isn’t it a coincidence? I just happen to know such an absolute yin place.”

Or rather, the version of himself from three years ago knew it.

System: “Huh??”

Last night, Chi Qingzhou entere Fan Tao’s dream through the returned bad luck, and he recalled a bit of the past.

Xing Shuangzhan knew about this, but the system had no ability to peer into Chi Qingzhou’s dreams. Hearing this now, it was very confused.

Chi Qingzhou didn’t intend to explain.

If the system paid a bit more attention, it would realize that Wanxiang’s script had mentioned an absolute yin place.

The character You Ling in the script was the one who ultimately solved the problem of the absolute yin place.

Wanxiang was based on reality.

No need for much evidence, those who noticed this would easily guess that there had once been an absolute yin place in Linxi Village.

Just like how You Ling solved the issue of the absolute yin place in Lingxi Village, Linxi Village’s problem had also been temporarily resolved. But clearly, that absolute yin place still existed, and it had become the location where Cheng Shang was in seclusion.

Fan Tao’s hometown, Linxi Village, had been completely reduced to ruins after a fire. In the end, only the underground mobile tomb remained.

In other words, the remaining absolute yin place was most likely now integrated with the mobile tomb.

Cheng Shang’s whereabouts were now very clear—

He was in seclusion in that mobile tomb.

Chi Qingzhou couldn’t recall the past, but he was very clear that such a special tomb couldn’t be opened with a regular key. This perfectly suited the conditions for a star divination cultivator to enter seclusion.

Cheng Shang had avoided causality, and now, to come out, he would need to find the right key.

Chi Qingzhou didn’t know what key the ancestors had prepared, and probably couldn’t find it either.

But that didn’t matter.

If they couldn’t find the old key, they could simply create a new one.

Since Wanxiang’s script was based on reality, the filming location would definitely overlap with the mobile tomb.

It was a perfect opportunity to use it as a lead to create the key.

Chi Qingzhou put on his jacket, and Xing Shuangzhan helped him adjust his collar, pinching his earlobe before returning to the shadows.

He cheerfully opened the door and walked toward the dining room on the first floor.

“Wanxiang should be almost ready, right? I should be joining the crew soon.”

He muttered to himself softly.

“Mom has already reached Linghe Village. Although she doesn’t meet the requirements for being an offering, she is a descendant of the bloodline. With her there, the tomb will definitely be temporarily halted.”

Fan Tao running to Linghe Village at this time was likely the result of the bloodline curse backlash and constant nightmares.

It seemed that Fan Tao’s memories of Linxi Village were also blurred by his actions three years ago.

The bad luck that was returned to its rightful place yesterday would ensure that Fan Tao had no smooth progress. Whatever she tried to do, it would certainly backfire.

With Wanxiang’s wealthy production team, they were likely making significant renovations in Linghe Village for the suitable scenery.

If Fan Tao entered Linghe Village and saw an artificial replica of the tomb, what would be the first thing she would want to do?

She would probably try to escape from Linghe Village.

What a perfect coincidence.

Chi Qingzhou tilted his head, a sly smile forming at the corner of his lips.

He gazed at his reflection in the restaurant window, and the faint pink glow in his eyes subtly revealed a hint of blood.

“Thank you, Mom, for helping me stabilize the tomb’s coordinates. I hope she has good dreams from now on.”

…

Fan Tao stared in shock at the stone door in front of her, trembling unconsciously.

A massive fear coiled like a venomous snake around her heart, occasionally spitting out icy, tongues, wrapping around her so tightly that her bones seemed to be filled with shards of ice.

She wanted to turn and escape, but no matter how much her mind screamed about danger, her legs felt like they were filled with lead and couldn’t move.

Why was this happening?

Why?

She just wanted to leave this dangerous place!

Move!

Move, now!!

Fan Tao panickedly shouted in her mind, trying to squeeze out a cry for help from her throat. But the sound was too faint, making it sound more like a muffled gasp of surprise.

A passerby glanced at her, and she couldn’t help but cast a hopeful look in their direction.

The passerby, however, didn’t notice anything wrong. Muttering, “People still come here for tourism?” they continued on without a second thought.

Fan Tao’s heart immediately sank.

A chill ran down her spine. She bit her lower lip hard, her eyes slowly and firmly turning, thinking to herself.

No, she couldn’t just accept her fate like this.

She had escaped the village before, and she could do it again this time!

She had to think of a way—there must be something that could save her.

Fan Tao gritted her teeth, applying more force, and only relaxed when the taste of blood filled her mouth.

The sharp pain stimulated her nerves. For a few seconds, she felt her soul detach from her body, floating in the void.

But right after, she realized that her legs could move.

A flicker of surprise crossed her face.

She didn’t have time to think about the floating feeling. She forced her legs to move, trying to distance herself from the stone door.

But perhaps because she had been standing too long, her legs had gone numb, and she couldn’t control her movements properly. She stumbled backward, her legs tangled together, and she fell to the ground in an awkward position.

Fan Tao couldn’t help but scream in pain.

This time, her voice came out loud. The sharp scream startled the workers setting up the shooting location. After a few seconds of shock, they hurried out to check on her.

“What happened?”

“Did something fall and hit a passerby?”

“A woman fell down here! She doesn’t look well!”

“Did she get hurt? Where’s the doctor from the crew?”

Chaotic voices came from all directions. Fan Tao instinctively pushed herself up, glancing toward the source of the voices.

Several people, shrouded in black mist, walked towards her from the vicinity of the stone door. Their faces were completely obscured by the black fog, giving off an ominously eerie presence.

They moved quickly, but their steps were stiff in a way that Fan Tao couldn’t understand, and she was scared enough to scream again.

Once she realized these people were heading toward her, Fan Tao was almost paralyzed with fear.

She didn’t dare delay. Despite the pain in her legs and waist, she forced herself to stand up, using both hands and feet to climb up, ignoring the calls behind her, desperately running toward the edge of the village.

She had to run faster—faster.

As long as she could leave the village, she would be safe!

A few oblivious crew members were startled by her behavior, halting their steps in confusion.

“What’s with this woman? We asked someone to check on her injuries, and now she’s running away?”

“This person… she’s a bit strange. Maybe she’s a fan or a paparazzi?”

“Couldn’t be, right? I just saw her. She’s quite pretty, do paparazzis look like this?”

“Who knows? As long as she’s making money, it’s fine.”

The group murmured among themselves. Then one of the workers, who had been silent, suddenly spoke up.

“Wait, don’t you think that woman looks familiar?”

The others were confused.

“Huh? Familiar? Have you seen her before?”

“Are you serious? You guys are from props, how have you never noticed the actors’ faces? This woman looks just like the actor Chi Qingzhou who’s about to join the crew! Especially her eyes—they’re practically identical!”

They exchanged puzzled looks and, after thinking for a moment, suddenly realized that Fan Tao’s appearance really did resemble Chi Qingzhou’s.

Recalling the rumors online about the real and fake young masters, they couldn’t help but form a theory.

“I heard that the Chi family prefers Chi Qingning. If she’s really Mrs. Chi, did she come here to support her adopted son, or is she here to give her biological son some face?”

“Who knows? Anyway, neither of them has joined the crew yet. No idea why she came so early.”

“Who cares what her reasoning is, we’ll definitely have some drama to watch later.”

The group laughed as they walked back.

“I think we might run into her again tonight. Did you guys notice? She was limping as she walked.”

“All the doctors from the village health center are with our crew, right? If she wants to see a doctor for her sprained ankle, she’ll have to come to us.”

“Oh, that makes sense. Wonder if there’ll be any excitement later.”

They muttered to each other, unknowingly predicting what was about to happen.

That evening, after finishing their work for the day, they were about to go eat when they happened to see a stretcher being brought into the shooting location. They froze.

They quickly grabbed a colleague and asked what had happened.

The colleague was sweating profusely. “Mrs. Chi fell down the stairs on the second floor of the hotel and broke a leg. They brought her here to see a doctor.”

Hearing this, the crew members remembered what they had said earlier and felt awkward.

The colleague didn’t notice their strange expressions, continuing to wipe the sweat from his forehead, his eyes showing a trace of fear.

“I think we shouldn’t have gotten involved in this. Do you guys know what Mrs. Chi said before she passed out?”

“What did she say?”

The colleague’s voice trembled slightly. “She said she was pushed down the stairs. She said she saw it clearly, someone in a red dress pushed her.”

“She also said that the person was wearing a silver chain on their wrist, with small bells. When they pushed her, the bells rang.”

“But the hotel owner and the front desk both said there was no one in a red dress. They were talking nearby and had a clear view of the second-floor stairs. They saw Mrs. Chi, but there was no one else around!”

“This Linghe Village is already strange. Do you guys remember what happened during the last shoot? Who knows if Mrs. Chi’s injury is some kind of omen.”

“I say, the director shouldn’t have bothered with this. Why did they even choose to shoot here? Why not pick somewhere else?”

The colleague’s fear grew as he spoke, his whole body shaking.

The crew members listened to his complaints, staring blankly at him, opening their mouths but unable to say anything.

Behind him, near the shooting location, a figure wearing a red robe stood. Their face was obscured, but their hollow black eyes were fixed on them.

The midsummer night wind blew, carrying a bit of heat, accompanied by the clear sound of a bell ringing.

But the crew members felt no warmth.

It was as if they had been thrown into ice-cold water, their blood slowly freezing in their veins.