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

"Get lost!" Curly-haired Lee growled angrily. If he hadn't been carrying a large box, he would have definitely gone berserk. "The liquid in his bottle is yellowish, what else could it be but urine?"

"Tsk tsk tsk." Little Zhang looked at him like he was an idiot. "There are countless yellow drinks in the world, how can you be so sure it's urine?"

He changed the subject seriously, saying, "But if that's really the case, then Brother Zhang has been a bit stressed lately."

"You!" Curly-haired Li was furious but unable to refute, so he could only channel his grief and anger into strength and run forward faster.

The other five burst into laughter and followed him.

Just as Gong Qian was about to sit down and rest for a moment, Zhao Nan brought back news that Ye Jingke and Liao Yunqing had arrived!

He rushed out to greet them, forgetting even to open his umbrella.

Ye Jingke, dressed in a black trench coat with his black hair flowing, carrying a black leather bag, exuded an innate kingly aura, standing out from the crowd and inspiring awe.

Gong Qian jogged up to him and bowed slightly respectfully. "Mr. Ye and Mr. Liao, you have come from afar. I am truly sorry for not greeting you properly."

Liao Yunqing remained silent. He had only come along to see Cheng Ai, and he ignored all the other unimportant bystanders.

Ye Jingke stood half in the rain and half in the sun, his eyes filled with doubt. "Tell me in detail what happened these past two days."

When he first arrived, he sensed that something was amiss.

It's September now, and while it's cool in the mornings and evenings, the daytime temperature is quite high, but the area around the castle is bitterly cold.

Moreover, the place where I was standing seemed to be covered by a thin layer of ice, cutting out a separate space from the world.

Ye Jingke didn't dare to barge in and waited patiently.

He finally got a chance to notify Zhao Nan when a staff member came out to urinate.

Gong Qian spoke frankly and openly, revealing all the details.

Liao Yunqing's brows furrowed more and more as she listened, and she couldn't help but interrupt, "Director, listen to what you're saying. Is it reasonable? Is it convincing? Do you really think Jingke and I are fools?"

Gong Qian's legs went weak and he almost knelt down, stammering as he explained, "Mr. Liao... I... I didn't lie... really... If you don't believe me, you can ask Zhao Nan... ask anyone in the production team..."

Oh… the person who sent the text message told us to pile up the bodies of those people who died yesterday in the forest… now I can take you two to see them…”

Liao Yunqing's lips curled into a half-smile. "You dare not defy these so-called absurd rules, yet you come to see us. This completely contradicts what you just described."

As soon as he finished speaking, two vibrations rang out simultaneously.

Ye Jingke and Liao Yunqing exchanged a glance and tacitly took out their phones to check their text messages.

The message was brief, consisting of only one line: [Enter the barrier?]

Liao Yunqing disdainfully stuffed his phone back into his pocket, gave a cold laugh, and ignored it.

Seeing the man beside him type "Yes" and send it, he was utterly shocked. "Jingke, do you really believe his nonsense?"

"Go ahead and do what you need to do. I'm going in to find Ai Ai." Ye Jingke glanced at him indifferently and walked towards the work shed with Gong Qian.

Liao Yunqing wanted to stop him, but ultimately held back.

He understood Ye Jingke's temperament; if he tried to stop him by force, it would only backfire.

The thick fog in room 501 gradually dissipated, and the guests stared in astonishment.

Huh? What? Where did all this yellow sand and dust come from?

Song Yifei rubbed her eyes, which were almost blinded by the light, and stared incredulously at the huge, blazing sun overhead, her mouth agape in an "O" shape. "A light bulb turning into the sun? This is too fantastical!"

Cheng Baoni let go of Zhong Zheyi's sleeve and wiped her sweat repeatedly. "Gong Qian's scripts are really unoriginal. He just uses the same tricks to torture people over and over again!"

<It's so hot! It's so hot! My skin feels like it's being roasted!>

The current temperature is 60 degrees Celsius. Please take precautions against heatstroke and sunburn, and find a way to get outside!

Cheng Baoni kept fanning herself with her hands because of the heat. After listening to the broadcast, she immediately pulled Hao Jian and rushed outside.

Wu Xu didn't think much of it and quickly followed.

Song Yifei and Zhong Zheyi looked at each other, and simultaneously turned their gazes to Cheng Ai.

The other party's capabilities are obvious to all; let's observe them first before making any decisions.

Cheng Ai sighed softly, filled with regret.

I should have brought a fan; this heatwave is unbearable.

Cheng Baoni kept running and running, becoming more and more confused. The room was clearly not big, so why did she have the illusion that she could never touch the door?

She was so exhausted she could hardly breathe. She stopped and gasped for air. "Damn! Am I still half asleep, stuck in a nightmare?"

A sense of unease rose in Hao Jian's heart. He wanted to call out to Cheng Ai, but when he turned around, he saw Wu Xu sitting on the ground.

He looked anxiously behind him, "Why are you the only one with us? Where are the others?"

Wu Xu's face was extremely pale, and he shook his head to indicate that he didn't know.

Hao Jian felt a pang of panic and hurriedly looked around.

The windows are there, the curtains are there, the walls are there, the door is there—everything that should be there is there, but we can only look at it from afar and cannot get close.

"Where is that little bitch Cheng Ai?" Cheng Baoni cursed angrily. "Didn't she promise to protect us? Why can't we even see her?"

Hao Jian glanced at her unhappily, his brows furrowed with displeasure. "You ran off without saying a word, no one else had a chance, okay?"

Do whatever you want, why do you have to drag me into this?

Cheng Baoni awkwardly touched her nose and chuckled twice, "I'm sorry, Ajian, I was impulsive."

Hao Jian didn't dwell on it. He paced back and forth until three familiar figures appeared in the distance, at which point he breathed a sigh of relief.

About ten minutes later, the two teams finally met up.

Cheng Baoni crossed her arms and said in an extremely rude tone, "Why are you so slow? You've made us wait for ages."

Song Yifei was already irritable from the heat, and this only made her angrier. "Can you shut up? Nobody owes you anything. Do you have to be so sarcastic every time you speak?"

At this moment, Cheng Baoni just wanted to lie in bed and enjoy the air conditioning; she was too lazy to argue.

She looked at Cheng Ai, who was covered in sweat, and ordered anxiously, "Don't you know how to turn into water? Quickly make everyone a glass of ice water to cool them down!"

Wu Xu shakily pushed himself up with his hands, the scalding sand burning his skin, making him grimace in pain. "Director... I'm not filming anymore... I don't want the appearance fee... I'm so hungry, so hot, so dizzy... I want to go back to Baili Temple..."

Zhong Zheyi went over and quickly examined him, finding that his body temperature was high, his face was flushed, he was sweating profusely, and he was having difficulty breathing. He frowned, "Master Wu has suffered heatstroke. If he doesn't receive immediate treatment, his life may be in danger."

Song Yifei was taken aback and quickly stepped forward to fan Wu Xu with her hand. Although her gaze kept drifting towards Cheng Ai, she asked Zhong Zheyi, "Should we give feedback to the production team?"