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I chuckled and said, "Just as you mentioned, this is also the director's authority. Such strict requirements can indeed lead to better works."
"Brother Liu, what were you laughing about just now?" Xiaolin asked. I replied, "I just think that the friend playing the Taoist looks a bit like that fraud Master Xiao. Haha." Xiaolin chuckled as well but didn't respond further.
The next lens featured the actor Taoist talking with the people in the Deceased's Home. After watching what I considered the main highlight, I stopped paying attention to the ongoing filming and began to focus on Li Da Ye, who had been staring at the offering table.
This newfound attention immediately revealed something unusual. Li Da Ye wasn't looking at the director; his gaze was fixed on something behind him. This puzzled me—there was no one behind the director, nor was there a screen. What could he possibly be looking at? He kept staring at that spot and smiling. Naturally, I wanted to unravel this mystery. In our line of work, there are only two explanations for someone staring blankly at thin air: either they are truly out of their mind, or they can see something others cannot.
I nudged Xiaolin and whispered, "Isn't that Li Da Ye a bit off in the head?" Xiaolin looked at me in confusion and said, "No, he's perfectly normal. What's wrong?" I urged him, "Take a closer look."
After hearing my words, he shifted his gaze from watching the actors to Li Da Ye. After observing for a while, he quietly said to me, "Hey, you might be onto something; he really does seem a bit off. Why is he grinning like that? Is there something on the director's face?"
I replied, "He's not looking at the director; pay attention to where his eyes are focused." As I spoke, I noticed the director scratching his neck and rubbing his head repeatedly.
Taking out a small bottle of Cow Tears from my Cloth Bag, I made a Hand Seal and applied some Cow Tears to my glasses. After reciting a couple of incantations, I slowly opened my eyes.
My vision gradually shifted from blurry to clear. The scene before me hadn't changed much—just subtle differences—but those slight distinctions sent a jolt through me. Because I could indeed see something behind the director—oh no, it was a Spirit God.
It was a girl of about ten years old with long hair styled into two pigtails standing behind the director. Her actions explained why the director kept scratching his neck; this mischievous Little Spirit was using her hair tips to poke at his neck and head. The girl wasn't expressionless; she was playfully smiling. Though her complexion was pale as paper, her expression resembled that of an innocent and lively child.
As she played with her hair, she smiled at Li Da Ye, who silently watched her with a smile on his face. I squinted at Li Da Ye and wondered if he might possess Yin-Yang Eye.
The appearance of this Little Spirit transformed what had initially seemed discordant into a scene devoid of any awkwardness—it felt like a grandfather playing with his granddaughter. However, this granddaughter was too mischievous; she wasn't playing with toys but rather with a film director in the midst of shooting a movie. Watching that Little Spirit playfully interacting without any intent to harm anyone eased my concerns.
I stared blankly at the little girl, momentarily unsure of what to do. Seeing me lost in thought while gazing at the air behind the director, Xiaolin couldn't help but ask softly, "Is there really something back there?"
I handed him the Tears Bottle and said, "Take a look for yourself."
He took it and replied, "I’m not really sure how to use it."
"Just dab a little and flick it into your eyes," I instructed.
It’s worth explaining that Cow Tears can be used by anyone, not just those with special abilities. The reason I recited a spell was that this isn’t regular eye drops. For an ordinary person, using it once or twice is fine, but for someone like us who might need to use it multiple times, the spell helps extend the effect and offers some protection against the tears harming the eyes.
Xiaolin opened the bottle cap and clumsily tried to pour some onto his hand, but he didn’t realize that the bottle had no stopper. He ended up spilling nearly half of it all over the floor. I felt a pang of regret and quickly snatched it back, saying, "What a waste! Let me help you."
I poured two drops onto my right middle finger, formed a lotus gesture, and told Xiaolin not to close his eyes. I flicked the tears onto one of his eyes; that was enough to see clearly. The Cow Tears were precious and not something to waste.
Xiaolin initially kept his eyes tightly shut, but then slowly opened them. A look of shock spread across his face, growing more exaggerated as his mouth dropped wider.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! This is insane!" he exclaimed, pointing at Little Spirit behind the director and unleashing a torrent of expletives to express his excitement. I quickly covered his mouth and pulled him back a few steps, leaning in to whisper in his ear, "Keep it down; don’t alert anyone."
Our actions went unnoticed by others, but Li Da Ye looked over with a puzzled expression, his smile fading as he stared at me intently. His gaze was deep and inscrutable.
Since he was staring at me, I had to respond in kind. I kept my eyes on him, giving him an enigmatic look. However, in the end, I lost because he could maintain eye contact without blinking for a whole minute. My eyes began to water from holding my gaze too long, and I finally gave up.
Xiaolin didn’t notice Li Da Ye’s unusual behavior; instead, he was fixated on Little Girl behind the director as her expression changed repeatedly. If I had the awareness I have now at that moment, I would have definitely captured her in a thrilling five-shot sequence.
The director continued to work busily, calling over actors occasionally to give them instructions. Throughout it all, that adorable Female Spirit God remained by his side, playfully tugging at him with her hair one moment and appearing serious the next.
I was puzzled; what was this little girl doing bothering the director? Xiaolin seemed restless and whispered to me, "Brother Liu, go chase that little ghost away. She’s been clinging to the director."
I said, "It's fine, it means no harm, so let's not be so particular about it. Let it play for a while longer. I haven't seen such an innocent Little Spirit in a long time." Xiaolin withdrew his gaze and looked at me as if I were a monster. He didn't say anything more. After three minutes, he calmed down; I knew his time of clarity had passed. My time, however, was still ongoing. I asked, "Do you know that Li Da Ye? Why don't you call him over so we can have a chat?"
He nodded and walked along the wall. After taking just a couple of steps, he turned back and said nervously, "Is it safe over there? There's a ghost."
I broke into a cold sweat and replied, "The director is so close to it and nothing has happened. You're just a Passerby passing through; what are you afraid of?"
He thought for a moment, nodded in agreement, and turned back to walk over. I watched him approach the Little Spirit, which ignored him completely. He then reached Li Da Ye, who looked at him with confusion. They whispered a few words to each other, and Li Da Ye smiled and shook his head, clearly declining Xiaolin's invitation. Xiaolin spoke to him again; after a few more quiet exchanges, Li Da Ye still shook his head and remained unmoved.
Xiaolin returned looking dejected and said to me, "Li Da Ye said he can't come over. He mentioned he's waiting for this Lens shoot to finish because he wants to ask the director when they will reshoot last night's Lens."
"Is he in such a hurry? Is he planning to leave right after filming? Does he have something urgent?" I asked.
Xiaolin shook his head and replied, "I'm not sure. Li Da Ye wasn't like this before; he used to be very easygoing. I don't understand why he's so fixated on finishing that Lens. It's really unusual; he just encountered a ghost last night and was harmed. Why is he still so eager to finish burning paper for the Lens?"
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