Chapter 98: Chapter 92: Ugh, Isn’t One Summoning Enough?

Everything was reset, and the ritual restarted.

Just as they were on the second line of the script, the bulb overhead suddenly began to flicker violently and then, with a “bang,” it exploded.

The entire classroom was plunged into darkness.

“Damn it! Useless! I asked you to make an old-looking bulb, not to find an actually old bulb!”

The director cursed and picked up the walkie-talkie: “Stage crew, where are you? Check the wiring, quickly!”

Hearing the director’s outburst, the stage crew didn’t dare delay, quickly inspected, turned on a flashlight, and changed the bulb. Within two minutes, the scene was restored.

The director grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted loudly:

“Everyone in position, three! Two… Hey, where are Xiaorong and Xiaomei?”

Already frustrated, the director slammed a fist on the table at this sight:

“Hurry and find them, bring them back to me! Do you know every second wasted is money lost?”

The crowd around became restless, and the stage crew who just changed the bulb timidly raised his hand:

“Director, after I changed the bulb, I’ve been at the door, I assure you, no one came out…”

The director almost laughed in anger and tossed the script in his hand:

“Are you saying they’re still in the classroom?”

After saying this, the director angrily stormed onto the scene, scanned the area, and fixed his gaze on the curtains.

He snorted coldly, took large steps forward, and with a tug, pulled down the curtains.

“Xiaomei, what are you doing?”

Behind the curtains was Xiaomei; her bun had turned into long, draped hair. Her pale skin was accentuated by a white floral dress, her eyes vacant, staring blankly outside, muttering softly.

Even someone as experienced as the director was startled by the scene.

“Wake up, wake up!”

A couple of gentle slaps brought back clarity to Xiaomei’s eyes.

She looked up, her eyes puzzled:

“What happened?”

The director was so frustrated that he almost cursed, but held back.

At this moment, Lin Nanbei shouted, “Director, there’s someone over here too.”

During the distant village school days, winter heating was a fire pit made from stacked bricks.

Due to the large classroom, the fire pit was also large. On it, the lead actress lay with her back to the ceiling, her hair also draped long.

The director’s brows furrowed tightly:

“Xiaorong! What are you doing here? It’s time to film.”

No matter how the director called, the lead actress didn’t move, as if asleep, oblivious to the outside noise.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to move, but her senses were completely blocked.

Using a cultivation technique, from the perspective unseen by others, a woman in white clung tightly to Xiaorong, wrapping her senses entirely.

Ning An’s eyelid couldn’t help but twitch.

In the Dharma Decline Era, even among so many people, this evil ghost could still cause trouble, remarkable indeed.

Seemingly sensing something, the female ghost glanced at Ning An, snorted, and lay back on the bulb.

With her movement, Xiaorong returned to normal.

She slowly got up, rubbed her numb face with stiff arms, and questioned in confusion:

“Is it morning? Then let’s start filming.”

The director’s face was iron blue, patting her shoulder:

“You look tired, let’s take a break and film later.”

“Director, I think maybe we shouldn’t film this, or change locations?”

Ning An crossed his arms and looked around.

The Pen Immortal séance had been done twice; besides the female ghost on the bulb, a timid ghost had also clung to Xiaomei’s head.

However, it hid away once hit by the yang energy.

If the filming continues, who knows how many evil ghosts it will attract? With the fragile bodies of the two actresses, they can’t possibly withstand it and will end up dead.

Xiaorong, having tidied herself up, couldn’t help but laugh at Ning An’s words, mockingly teasing:

“Daoist Ning, we know you’re skilled, but we’re mere mortals. We need to eat. If we don’t film, we’ll all starve, right?”

Ning An nodded:

“Starving is better than dying in vain.”

“Say knock on wood, knock on wood!” Xiaorong’s face changed: “How can you say such inauspicious things, you’d better watch out or I’ll badmouth your Daoist Temple!”

The director’s face turned even darker. Without saying a word, he turned and left.

After a while, the director returned with several copper coins covered in verdigris, looking apologetically at Ning An, saying:

“These are the Exorcism Copper Coins I got from the Dragon and Tiger Temple. The Daoist Master there said, even if there’s something unclean, this thing can exorcise it!”

Like inspiring courage, the director sincerely placed copper coins in different parts of the classroom, creating a false sense of security.

Ning An’s eyes lit up.

He didn’t care if it was a slap to his face, he just wanted to see if there were like-minded people at the Dragon and Tiger Temple.

“Fraud.”

Just one look, and Ning An averted his gaze, his face turning grim too.

Modern fake copper coins, you can smell the medicinal scent from afar.

Lin Nanbei, mistaking Ning An’s reaction as embarrassment, quietly consoled him:

“I heard the director paid a big price for this a long time ago, it’s not to challenge you.”

“You don’t understand.”

Ning An shook his head, looking at the saliva-drooling female ghost on the bulb.

Quickly, filming resumed.

“Everyone in place, ready, action!”

Staying behind, the director directly pointed the camera at the actress.

“Pen Immortal, Pen Immortal…”

The actresses just started the ritual when the pen in their hands began to wildly scribble on the paper.

A large piece of white paper instantly had six big characters:

Don’t meddle in others’ business!

The director was so angry his liver ached:

“Cut! Little ancestors, what are you doing? We’re not at the improvisation part yet.”

Xiaorong threw the pen out with a snap, fear in her eyes:

“I didn’t move the pen at all, I didn’t write this…”

“I didn’t use any force either, damn, did we really attract the Pen Immortal?”

Xiaomei shrieked, nervously glancing around.

“Master Lin, Master Li…”

Hearing the director’s words, Lin Nanbei and Li Jingye exchanged glances, moving behind Ning An in unison.

“You must be kidding.”

They weren’t even half-baked, how could they be relied on to handle this?

In the unseen perspective, the female ghost, holding the pen, stared fiercely in Ning An’s direction.

“What a pity.”

Ning An sighed.

If it weren’t for missing half her face, with her eye exposed, pockmarked with holes, this female ghost would still have her charm.

Suddenly, Ning An looked at the white paper filled with the same six words and realized what it meant.

It’s telling him not to meddle, right?

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