Shocking! A haughty and arrogant older sister was relentlessly pinned against a wall by a cold and a

She paused briefly, then added meaningfully, "Feifei said the moon was beautiful during the Mid-Autumn Festival, but unfortunately it was all cloudy outside and we couldn't see anything."

Wu Xu shuddered, sighed softly, and left with slightly heavy steps.

After an unknown amount of time, the mechanical female voice from the loudspeaker resounded throughout the entire castle.

<Ding! The production team is about to announce the rankings. Please listen carefully!>

Cheng Ai opened her eyes, got out of bed listlessly, and headed for the bathroom.

<Zhong Zheyi 41 points, Cheng Ai 40 points, Hao Jian 15 points, Song Yifei 12 points, Cheng Baoni 1 point, Wu Xu 1 point. Recording will officially begin at 10:00 AM. Please arrive at room 501 on time.>

After Cheng Ai finished washing up and changed her clothes, she was about to put on some powder when a sweet, cloying voice rang in her ears, "Is Sister Ai awake? Brother Zheyi asked me to help you with your makeup."

Among the guests, Zhong Zheyi was the first to get up.

He first went to find the photographer, and when he learned that Cheng Ai had not asked the director for a makeup artist, he called Song Yifei out to help.

I'm a man after all, and it's never appropriate for me to go into a girl's room.

Song Yifei readily agreed, as she was more than happy to have a ready-made opportunity to please Cheng Ai.

The sky remained overcast, the rain continued to fall, and the air was filled with a thick mist, as if shrouded in a thin veil.

Half an hour later, everyone gathered at the door of room 501.

Cheng Ai wore a deep red long dress with a black lace ribbon tied at the waist, simple yet elegant.

Her face was heavily made up, her eyebrows and eyes were aloof, her long hair was slightly curled and draped over her shoulders, and her lips were red and luscious, like a blooming poppy, alluring and deadly.

Cheng Baoni's outfit was also in the red series. She didn't deliberately imitate Cheng Ai; she just wanted to cover up her bleeding a little because she was afraid that her hemorrhoids would worsen and cause bleeding again.

Not only that, she also had a thick brown scarf wrapped around her head, making her look like a rice dumpling at first glance.

Zhong Zheyi's outfit was also quite good; he wore a pure white shirt with off-white casual pants, looking handsome, dashing, and refined.

Wu Xu was dressed in his usual Taoist attire, while Song Yifei and Hao Jian were both in ordinary sportswear.

Cheng Ai pushed the door open and went in. It wasn't that she was trying to steal the spotlight, but rather that everyone else hid behind her, refusing to take the first step.

As usual, the door closed immediately as Wu Xu was the last to step into the room.

There was only one lamp in the room, its dim, warm orange light pouring down and illuminating every corner.

Unable to wait any longer for the broadcast, Cheng Baoni couldn't contain herself and shouted, "Gong Qian, what are you doing? Hurry up and issue the mission!"

"Hehehe...giggle..."

"Hehehe...giggle..."

A sudden, ethereal laugh rang out, sending chills down one's spine.

Cheng Baoni's expression changed, and she instinctively shielded Hao Jian, scanning her surroundings warily. "Who! Who's laughing! Get out here right now!"

"Hehehe...giggle..."

"Hehehe...giggle..."

Hao Jian swallowed hard, his finger trembling as he pointed to a spot, stammering, "There...there's something..."

Cheng Baoni looked in that direction and was surprised to find what appeared to be a small figure behind the curtains.

Seeing Hao Jian trembling all over, she became furious and rushed over, cursing, "You son of a bitch! How dare you scare my man, you're asking for it!"

The curtains were drawn back, revealing a paper figure holding a pipa (a traditional Chinese stringed instrument).

Its skin was so white it seemed to glow, its black hair cascaded down to its ankles, its cheeks were painted with red rouge, and its terrifying laughter emanated from its equally bright red cherry-like mouth.

Cheng Ai frowned, lost in thought.

The paper figure was surrounded by a faint black aura, clearly indicating that it was being controlled by an evil entity.

Even if you don't know the other party's intentions, it's always better to keep your distance.

Before she could even speak, Cheng Baoni had already dismembered the paper figure into eight pieces.

The sound abruptly stopped, fragments scattered everywhere, and a thick, scorching white fog spread throughout the room.

Cheng Ai lowered her eyes, about to use a talisman to break the spell, when Song Yifei and Hao Jian tightly hugged her arms from both sides.

With her view blocked, Cheng Baoni groped her way back to the main group after a long time.

She grabbed someone's sleeve haphazardly and asked anxiously, "What's going on? Can the room get foggy too?"

Zhong Zheyi backed away with a look of disgust, but when Cheng Baoni followed closely behind, he decisively gave up struggling, saying, "I don't know either."

"Huh?" Song Yifei stared wide-eyed in astonishment, as if she had discovered a new continent. "How amazing! The light seems to be moving!"

Everyone looked up and indeed found that the chandelier on the roof was shaking.

Gradually, the light bulb detached from its original fixed position and slowly rose.

"A petty trick!" Cheng Baoni scoffed dismissively, raising her right hand to give the middle finger to the sky. "First, he uses a smoke machine to fill the room with smoke, then he ties a rope to a light bulb and gently pulls it to make it sway. Gong Qian's tricks are both childish and vulgar!"

For the first time ever, Song Yifei joined her side, nodding repeatedly in agreement, "Exactly, exactly, that's so low-class!"

Gong Qian, who was busy inspecting puppets in the workshop, suddenly couldn't help but sneeze twice. He rubbed his nose and muttered, "Damn rain, it gave me a cold."

His phone buzzed, but he didn't even look at it. He simply used the walkie-talkie to call over six young men. "Whether you're cooking or setting up props, you all have to be back before 11:30, or you'll lose half a year's salary."

Not everyone received those three strange rules, and to avoid causing panic, Gong Qian chose to conceal the truth.

"Understood." The six agreed, picked up their boxes, rushed into the rain, and headed for the castle.

They had to pass through a forest, a long and boring journey, so they chatted as they ran.

Xiao Zhang, whose face was covered in acne, spoke first, "I heard that a lot of people in the production team were struck by lightning and died. Is that true?"

The bespectacled, curly-haired Li shook his head. "I don't know. Yesterday, Brother Wu went to Director Gong to confirm the props, and when he came back, he was like a different person, acting strangely."

The crew-cut man with a mole on his lip looked gossipy. "Do you remember what he said?"

Curly-haired Lee thought back carefully, "It seemed to be things like 'I didn't see anything,' 'Don't kill me,' and 'I will keep it a secret.' Not only that, Wu Ge also drank his own urine last night."

"Ugh, that's disgusting." Fat guy Ah Zhao, who had a tattoo on his right arm, wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Luckily, I don't work in the same shed as him, or I would have been suffocated by the stench."

The blond-haired boy tilted his head back, letting the rain lash his cheeks. "Angkor Wat is behaving strangely. Could he be possessed?"

Xiao Zhou was less than 1.6 meters tall. He shrank back in fear, "Oh dear, don't talk nonsense. If those things hiding in the shadows hear us, we'll all be dead."

"Pfft, hahaha." The Flat-Headed King laughed so hard he could barely breathe. "Stop kidding me, you really believe him? You're way too naive!"

Xiao Zhang looked at Curly-haired Li with ill intent and said sarcastically, "So, how did you know Brother Zhang was drinking urine? Did you taste it?"