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"It's simple, Brother Liu. We just go find him. Based on his attitude towards me recently, you should have already told him that I am possessed by a ghost. So I will directly state my demands, but I won't scare him at first. If he doesn't cooperate, then I'll come out and frighten him until he does. However, just doing this doesn't guarantee that he will agree to go burn paper with us," he expressed his thoughts.
I replied, "I don't understand why you insist on having him go burn paper with you. You can control Li Da Ye's body; can't you just go burn it yourself?" I asked the question that had gone unanswered earlier.
Liu Bi hurriedly responded, "Brother Liu, it's essential for everyone to be present. I can't explain it all to you right now. The number of people who witnessed my possession must match the number of people who go to burn the money because Yin Chai will be watching. If there are too few people, it will think that I used some Heavenly Principle to obtain the money, and it won't dare accept such money. That would render everything I've done meaningless. Do you understand what I mean?"
This time, he provided an explanation that seemed reasonable.
"Alright, alright, I get it. For now, I'll trust that you have your reasons. However, if you don't show up to scare him, I doubt he'll willingly hand over the Recording. If you do scare him and end up going too far and either frighten him too much or knock him out, then we still won't be able to burn Joss Paper tomorrow night," I said.
Hearing my concern, Liu Bi chuckled and said, "That's why I'm asking you to come along! You need to subtly encourage him to willingly give up the Recording while also providing him with a sense of security. He needs to feel my anger and the serious consequences but without being overly frightened. That way, he can still accompany me to burn Joss Paper tomorrow night."
"You mean you want me to play along or perform for a director?" I finally understood that from the very beginning, I had been part of his scheme—first by deliberately letting me see his different side on set, then asking questions before dinner, and finally leading me to the director's room. All these actions were merely to grab my attention so that I would approach him about collaborating. Everything made sense and left no room for me to refuse.
This might be the most cunning Spirit God I've encountered; it could also be called cleverness. This level of intelligence was almost indistinguishable from that of a human. It was certainly the most thoughtful Spirit God I've met; there were likely many secrets about it worth exploring further. But that was a matter for another time.
"What director? In the end, aren't we all just individuals? Life is like a play; it's all about acting. Besides, this performance isn't difficult; you just need to use your professional knowledge and speak honestly without needing too many tricks," Liu Bi stated.
I nodded. Since it had been plotting for so long, there shouldn't be any flaws in its plan. I said, "Alright then, I'll play along with your act. But we need to discuss the Reward; I can't just be your actor for free."
"Reward? Of course, we won't forget yours, Brother Liu! Look, I've even called you 'brother.' Let's not waste any more time; let's go ask the director for the Recording now," it said straightforwardly.
I replied, "Okay then, let's go." In truth, when I mentioned Reward, it was merely a habitual remark. As a Spirit God, could it really give me money? I was simply interested in the secrets surrounding it because I had no idea how such a Spirit God came into being. So I threw out a condition; when the time came for what I wanted to know, it couldn't avoid discussing it anymore.
As I stepped outside, I didn't call Xiaolin but went directly to the hotel where Li Da Ye was staying. The door was locked, and it seemed the director had drunk a bit too much and fallen asleep. I knocked on the door multiple times, but there was no response. I rang the doorbell several times, yet still no movement. I decided to call the hotel security, explaining that my friend was inside, drunk and troubled, and I was worried something might happen if he didn't open the door. The security guard said he couldn't make that decision and called the Duty Manager. After some earnest persuasion, they finally agreed to open the door, stating they needed to confirm that we really knew the guest inside before leaving. We nodded in agreement.
Once the door opened, Li Da Ye did not enter but stood at the threshold. I saw the director sleeping on the bed and walked over to wake him up. Groggily, he looked at me and said, "Little Master Liu, what’s wrong? Is there something going on?" The smell of alcohol wafted from his breath as he spoke, making me frown. I turned to look at the Duty Manager and the security guard; after they confirmed our acquaintance with a nod, they left. Once they were gone, Li Da Ye slipped inside and closed the door behind him. He didn’t approach me but stayed by the door. The layout of the hotel room was similar to any ordinary hotel; upon entering was the bathroom, so if he didn’t step further in, I wouldn’t be able to see him.
I turned on all the lights in the room and said to the drowsy director on the bed, "Director, you really can sleep! Didn’t your body continue itching after we left?" My original plan was to have Liu Bi scare the director so that he would come looking for my help. Who would have thought that Liu Bi would turn out to be such a schemer, completely disrupting my plan?
"It’s just an itch; nothing else happened. After drinking a bit, I fell asleep," the director replied as he sat up on the bed and rubbed his head. He then stretched out his hand and said, "Get me a glass of water; I'm dying of thirst."
I didn’t move. Liu Bi knew it was his turn to act now. He walked out from the bathroom and said, "I’ll get it for you." This time he didn’t use Li Da Ye's voice but spoke in his own.
The director was still groggy and didn’t notice anything amiss; he simply mumbled, "Li Da Ye, it’s so late... oh!" Just like before, his reaction was slow; as soon as he remembered that Li Da Ye had a ghost attached to him, he leaned toward me without finishing his sentence. At the same time, he asked, "Little Master Liu, how come you’re with him?"
I replied quickly, "You should know that there’s a ghost attached to Li Da Ye. I just went to find him; perhaps you don’t know this—those of us in this line of work first help ghosts resolve their issues before we can tackle things at their source. It’s not like what ordinary people think—catching ghosts or fighting them. He came with me to resolve his problem. As for what that problem is, I don’t know either. But don’t worry; while I'm here, he won’t harm you."
The director responded with an "oh" and then turned to look at Li Da Ye with uncertain eyes. He weakly asked, "So what are you going to resolve? Are you going to film a paper-burning Lens? That’s fine; anytime is good for that. You decide."
Li Da Ye slowly moved closer to the bed with his eyes closed without saying anything. Suddenly he opened his eyes wide and dropped his mouth open as if in shock before collapsing onto the carpet in front of the bed.
What on earth is he doing? Wasn’t it supposed to be that if the director didn’t cooperate, Liu Bi would scare him? What is this supposed to mean? We were by the head of the bed while he fell at its foot; since it wasn’t a low bed, we couldn’t see him once he fell down. Just as we were puzzled about this situation, a pale-faced boy with disheveled hair and a twisted expression crawled up from the floor where Li Da Ye had fallen. His movements were like those of an eagle's claw as blood began seeping from his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth as he slowly stood up.
He crawled toward the bed while making an indescribable sound that resembled someone having their throat cut—his voice sounded like air escaping from a punctured balloon. It was truly unsettling and sent chills down my spine as he drew closer with his mouth widening until finally his jaw dropped off entirely, hanging by a thin strand of flesh.
At this point, not only was the director startled but even I—who had been mentally prepared—was taken aback. I quickly stood up and moved toward the sofa by the side of the bed; since this was all an act anyway, I might as well play along convincingly. When the director saw this boy suddenly crawling up from the floor, he became wide awake from fright; now with Liu Bi's actions adding fuel to his panic—and with me moving away—it became too much for him to bear. He let out a loud scream and tried to run toward me.
He let out a faint "ah," but the sound was quickly stifled. His mouth was open, yet no words came out. His expression was tense as he desperately tried to escape from the bed, but no sound emerged, as if the television had been muted. I knew this was the work of Liu Bi. Controlling a living person's voice to silence them is a relatively simple task for a Spirit God. One can induce extreme fear to render someone voiceless, or a Spirit God can use their own methods to constrict a person's throat, preventing them from shouting. However, the latter method is quite rare.
Here comes Chapter Two, with an extra update for being late to the six o'clock slot. Thank you to Xiao Wei for the five diamonds, and thanks to qq150703092805 for the diamond. Thank you to Slim Jun for the fine wine. Good night to all the lords.
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