Translator: Atlas Studios
Editor: Atlas Studios
Right now, Ning Huanxin was standing outside room 204, seriously looking at the door.
Even though the number plate on the door was similar to its neighboring room 205, but the number plate of room 204 looked rusty and old.
The lock on the door was very strange. It was a big lock from ancient times, and there were three words inscribed on the lock that said ‘White Cloud Temple’1.
“An antique?”
Ning Huanxin touched the inscriptions on the lock. It felt icy cold when touched as if the frosty feeling could pierce straight into her blood. It was really cold.
“Pa!”
Right then, someone suddenly hit Ning Huanxin on the back really hard. She suddenly turned around and saw Brother Zhang, the head of all the extras, smiling happily as he stood behind her. “Little Huanxin, you sure woke up early today! Why are you standing in front of room 204, holding a cup of noodles? Are you planning to eat your lunch with the female ghost?”
“Female ghost?”
Ning Huanxin caught onto those two words. She blinked her eyes, and expectantly looked at Brother Zhang. “Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang, you are so smart and knowledgeable, is there really… a ghost here in room 204? Tell me more, please!”
“Hehe.”
When he saw there were more and more people starting to appear in the corridor, Brother Zhang immediately cleared his throat and mysteriously leaned in towards Ning Huanxin. “Little Huanxin, today, Big Brother is busy with a lot of things during the day. At night, come to my room, Big Brother will tell you some ghost stories! I promise you’ll be satisfied!”
After speaking, Brother Zhang patted Ning Huanxin’s shoulder and walked away, grinning happily.
Tonight?
There probably won’t be a female ghost, but there will definitely be a perverted one!
Ning Huanxin felt goosebumps all over her body. She hurriedly headed back to her room, dusted her shoulder off with disgust, and sat down to eat her noodles.
Ah, delicious instant noodles!
She has been eating this for many months now.
This taste… is so guiltily satisfying.
“Ring ring ring ring.”
At that moment, her phone’s ringtone suddenly rang out. When she saw an unknown number, but a familiar area code, Ning Huanxin’s eyebrows curved into a frown.
Today she had bought a new SIM card from a street-side vendor, but she was already receiving calls? Amazing.
She hesitated for a moment, then finally picked up the phone.
“If you have anything, say it quickly. I’m eating noodles!”
“Eating noodles?” A laughing voice was heard through the phone, but it did not really feel like laughter. “Spanish seafood noodles? Tsk tsk, it can’t be instant noodles again, is it?”
“Why do you care!”
If she could travel through the cell phone signal, Ning Huanxin would have definitely strangled that brat already.
“Little Huanxin, do you really have to do that? Aren’t you just running away from a marriage? You just don’t want to marry me, right? I have not said that I want to marry you! Quickly tell me where you are now, Big Brother will take a plane and fetch you.”
“Scram. Scram as far away from me as you can! You still want to take a plane? Aren’t you afraid you’ll go missing?”
Ning Huanxin took a bite of her noodles and casually added, “Dreaming during broad daylight, be careful, a lightbulb might fall from your house’s ceiling, smash on your head and make you lose your memories!”
“Bam”
Just as Ning Huanxin’s words fell, she heard a loud ‘bam’ from the other end.
Right after that, the line was cut off.
Oh, did his head really get smashed by a lightbulb?
“How could I be such a jinx?”
Ning Huanxin casually tossed her phone aside and continued eating her noodles. Currently, on the phone that was tossed aside, the screen flashed for a moment, and then it returned back to normal again…
Ning Huanxin still had to continue with that scene today also, so she slipped on her costumes from yesterday night.
After finishing her noodles, she simply cleaned up a bit, and then hurriedly went out in her costume.
Amongst the extras in this production crew, she was considered quite independent. She would laugh and chat with everyone, but when it was about any deeper connections, she didn’t really have any friends. After all, she was someone who wanted to remain mysterious.
…
There were still quite a few shots remaining of the graveyard scene. Currently, the sun had not yet set, but a few stagehands had already started setting up the scene.
When she saw that the director had finished preparing the offering altar, and placed some offerings on top, Ning Huanxin pursed her lips. But when the director placed the joss-sticks, Ning Huanxin suddenly froze.
The director had lit four joss-sticks!
“Pray to three gods and four ghosts,” this age-old proverb suddenly floated in Ning Huanxin’s mind.