Chapter 100 Level 8 Ghost
"What you mean is--" Wang Yufan started to speak, but Song Yan raised his hand to stop him.
She glanced at him coldly and said calmly: "There are only a few things you need to know. Don't promise to know more, otherwise you will be the one who gets hurt in the end."
There are limits to what ordinary mortals can understand about the supernatural.
"I understand, Sister Yan." Song Yan didn't need to explain it clearly, he was smart enough to understand. "Sister Yan, do you still have those amulets? If so, can you give them to me? I will convey your words to my mother, but you know, she is a person who can sit at home for a long time. "If I give her some, at least I don't have to worry about her sneaking out of the house."
Song Yan knew that it was reasonable for Wang Yufan to ask for a few amulets, but - "Do you want me to give them to you here? I don't mind, but don't you think that if you are photographed, your popularity may decline if you carry a bunch of tacky amulets?"
Wang Yufan was somewhat overwhelmed by Song Yan's sarcasm, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He felt that if there was a metaphorical bow, Song Yan would have shot him to death by now. He touched the tip of his nose and smiled awkwardly: "Sister Yan, you are such a vengeful woman, does my brother Fu know?"
Song Yan raised his eyebrows and smiled back. "Why don't you ask him?"
Wang Yufan: “…” He knew without asking that his brother was in a very unfavorable situation.
"Sister Yan——"
As soon as Wang Yufan started to speak, a sinister laugh sounded behind him, and his eyes widened. Song Yan looked back. Nothing.
Wang Yufan noticed her movements and followed her gaze. "Sister Yan, are you okay?"
Song Yan did not answer, but walked towards the old building that seemed to have been renovated and redesigned. Wang Yufan followed behind her, and she could feel that he seemed to want to ask the questions in his heart.
"Is this the old studio?" Song Yan was still looking at the bright and beautiful building, unable to conceal the gloom that shone through his eyes.
Wang Yufan blinked and nodded. "Yes, this is the old studio. It is said that after the old theater building was burned down, this place has been kept as it is. Later, the owner took it over and built this studio from scratch."
Song Yan raised his hand and placed it on the metal frame of the studio. "Have you ever wondered why the old theater still retains its original appearance after it burned down?"
The building was cold - too cold, despite standing in the hot sun. It seemed to be sucking all the warmth out of it, as if the building itself was dead.
"No, why would I? Isn't this normal? After something like this, it's no surprise that it remains the same. Many people would be afraid to buy land like this." But then he paused, looked at Song Yan, and swallowed hard. "Or there's more to it."
"Nothing, just a little unexpected." Song Yan walked out the door and a staff member rushed in. She smiled at the man and almost stumbled before she steadied herself. "I want to see if my hunch is correct."
"What premonition?"
She looked at him, then pointed to the top of the studio, even though the building had been renovated and left no evidence of its horrific past. "That's where the studio owner's husband stood before he jumped."
"How do you know?"
"Because he's still standing there." Song Yan said calmly, startling Wang Yufan. He turned his head, of course, he didn't see anything, but at the same time, he did feel that way. Looking at the roof of the studio, he felt dizzy.
Realizing that Song Yan was already far away from him, he broke out of his shell and chased after him. "Sister Yan, you... can you always see ghosts?"
"Most of the time." Song Yan's voice was without much emotion. As she turned away from the main building of the studio, the soul of the man standing on the roof jumped down again, then disappeared and reappeared on the roof.
It looked like the man's soul was being punished and trapped in a cycle. Something was binding his soul and preventing him from reincarnating. Song Yan narrowed her eyes and walked towards the resting place of the actors, looking around. But no matter what, she could not find any spiritual existence that was prominent enough to lock the soul in the mortal world against its will.
The strange thing was that she could sense the breath of an evil spirit of level eight. So why couldn't she sense its presence? This shouldn't be the case. A spirit couldn't leave the place where it appeared, unless it was a low-level spirit or its cultivation level was above level ten.
Unless the soul is attached to someone!
Wang Yufan didn't get any answers and couldn't help shuddering. What is this? He just wanted to finish filming a hit drama. How did he get entangled with the haunted studio?
"Ah, Yufan? You're here!"
"Uncle Yufan!"
As soon as Song Yan and Wang Yufan arrived at the rest area, they heard two shouts and a figure rushed towards Wang Yufan and pounced on him.