Translator: Atlas Studios
Editor: Atlas Studios
“Wan Xin, why didn’t you wait for me? Why did you leave so soon?”
In the desolate cemetery, a handsome young man was unconcerned about the dirt all over his body as he clasped the corpse of the girl in his arms.
“They say you died of illness. I don’t believe it! You were so healthy and fit, why would you suddenly be so ill?”
There was a hint of anger in the man’s sorrowful voice.
He was adamant that his lover had been murdered. Somebody must have killed her!
“Who was it? Who killed you? Tell me, Wan Xin! Tell me!”
The man’s cries were heartrending, and his face was grief-stricken. His acting skills were truly superb.
Qin Su.
Ning Huanxin had heard of this actor before. Over ten years ago, he was one of the highly popular actors. However, later on, for reasons unknown, he suddenly retired from the entertainment industry. Later on, there was news that he had become a monk.
Qin Su had detached himself from the mortal world and became a Buddhist disciple cleansed of all sins. Although many reporters and fans were still curious about him, nobody would dare harass him at a sacred place like the temple.
Based on the timeline of events, could it be… something happened to Qin Su during the production of this movie, before he became a monk?
Ning Huanxin was mulling over those thoughts when she saw that Qin Su had suddenly stood up and picked up the shovel beside him.
The shovel was a prop prepared by the production team for this scene, as the scene was about the male protagonist digging the grave and finding his lover’s corpse. But the actor was not required to do any actual digging for this scene.
But now, Qin Su suddenly picked up the shovel, walked to the grave behind him, and started to dig furiously.
It stunned everyone. At first, everyone thought Qin Su was improvising the scene as per the character. However, it soon became apparent that something was not right. Qin Su was really digging the grave.
Someone else’s grave.
Everyone was horrified.
“Qin Su, what are you doing!”
“Qin Su, are you crazy?”
“Oh dear, do you think he has been possessed by a spirit?”
Chaos ensued amongst the crew members. Some of them went forward to grab the shovel from Qin Su, but he was very strong and knocked everyone to the ground with a hard push.
Seeing that Qin Su had even pushed Wang Nianping down, Jiang Lixing immediately leaped forward in big steps.
“Jiang Lixing, be careful!”
People possessed by spirits have been known to exhibit superhuman strength. Ning Huanxin had witnessed it before.
Ning Huanxin rushed forward without hesitation, thinking she could use her Yong Chun martial arts skills to subdue Qin Su. However…
Her fist met with air.
To be more specific, Ning Huanxin’s fist went straight through Qin Su’s body at that moment. Her move did not inflict any damage on Qin Su at all.
“Qin Su, get a grip on yourself! Wake up!”
Jiang Lixing held Qin Su down with all his might, and they both rolled onto the ground. As Qin Su tumbled around in the dirt, he caught sight of some half-buried bones. His big, round eyes widened, and only then did he finally come to his senses.
That was the past.
A past that could not be changed.
Ning Huanxin stood frozen in her spot. Slowly, she retracted her hand.
After coming to this world of the past, she interacted with the production crew daily in a usual manner. Still, the moment she tried to do something that might alter the history, she was immediately removed and separated from this illusory world.
Like just now, when she attempted to subdue Qin Su.
…
The incident that happened with Qin Su during the filming was not a minor matter, so it was inevitable for the crew to send a representative to speak with the town mayor and clan leader.
In the meantime, the filming had to be suspended. Around two-and-a-half hours later, a middle-aged man dressed in a long white Chinese-style gown arrived at the filming location.
The man looked like he was in his early fifties, with wrinkles already showing on his face. But it was still evident that he would have been a handsome young man in his youth years.
The man walked slowly with heavy footsteps. Looking at the grave dug out by Qin Su, a mix of pain and confusion flashed across his eyes.
“You are the officer sent by the town head?”
Wang Nianping, who had been keeping watch at the location all this time, suddenly asked the man.
“Yes.”
The man nodded, putting on his gloves and surgical mask as he spoke in a low, husky voice, “My name is Zhang Xiao. You may call me Dr. Zhang.”