I will be stronger after the remake

Just as Hu Ze was about to use the Returning Spirit Technique, a thought suddenly flashed through Tang Ping's mind, and she hurriedly said, "Wait a minute, I have a guess that I want to verify."

"What guess?"

"Tell me, if I cast a transformation spell in the Realm of Illusion and maintain it without dispelling it, will the illusion still be there when I return to the mortal world?"

"Of course it is..."

Hu Ze stopped mid-sentence, genuinely unsure of the outcome. He glanced at Yuan Ji, who spread his hands in apology, indicating he was also unsure.

Because neither of them possesses a sustained effect from their active psionic energy.

Tang Ping smiled and said, "It seems that we still have to learn the truth through practice."

Hu Ze exclaimed, "Your thinking is really quick; I'm too old to keep up at all."

Yuan Ji protested, "This has nothing to do with age. I'm still very young, and I still can't keep up."

During their conversation, Tang Ping used the Campfire Fox Cry on himself again, and his hair stood up like a burning flame, giving him a flamboyant look. His hairline receded, forming a distinct "M" shape, making his forehead appear wider and exuding an aggressive aura.

At the same time, he was slightly shorter, his muscles were bulging, and he wore a blue bodysuit and a white vest, which outlined his strong physique. A wicked smile played on his lips, exuding pride and confidence.

Yuan Ji glanced at him once and couldn't look away, even letting out a light whistle: "Whoosh! Vegeta is so cool!"

"So, why do you like Vegeta? He's not exactly an obscure character, but you wouldn't normally have any girls who like him, right?"

If Yuan Ji hadn't mentioned it earlier, Tang Ping would definitely have chosen to transform into Sun Wukong.

Yuan Ji thought about it seriously and said, "If you only read the original manga, I like Vegeta and Goku about the same. But in the later movies and sequels, Goku, as the protagonist, becomes less and less human and more and more divine. The former martial arts master becomes a mischievous old man. Vegeta, on the other hand, is the opposite. The proud Saiyan prince becomes a good husband and father. He is willing to dance like a clown to protect the earth. Perhaps it is this transformation that attracts me."

Hu Ze glanced at Yuan Ji with some surprise and said, "From a psychological perspective, people who are attracted to this kind of role crave the care of the opposite sex and yearn for a warm and happy family life. Tsk tsk, I never expected that you would have a girlish heart hidden under your rough demeanor."

Yuan Ji said, somewhat embarrassed and annoyed, "None of your business!"

Tang Ping urged, "Let's go back quickly. Maintaining illusions also consumes spiritual energy. I just advanced and then had a fierce battle. I don't have much spiritual energy left."

Hu Ze used the return spell that he had interrupted earlier, and with a flash of light, everyone returned to the Public Security Section.

Hu Ze and Yuan Ji hurriedly turned their heads to look and found that Tang Ping was still in Vegeta's form. The former couldn't help but exclaim, "It didn't disappear. It's a kind of loophole that requires active use of spiritual energy."

Tang Ping pondered, "It seems that the limitation in the present world is not 'the effect is invalid,' but rather 'the effect cannot be activated,' while the effect that has already been activated is unaffected."

At this moment, Yuan Ji quickly took out his phone from the drawer, turned on the recording mode, pointed it at the screen, and said, "This is a rare opportunity, don't waste time, hurry up, strike Vegeta's classic pose."

"What are some of Vegeta's classic moments...?"

Tang Ping thought of a possibility and said with a dark expression, "For Vegeta, this is not a glorious memory. It's just as humiliating as Yamcha's lying down. Are you even a Vegeta fan?"

"Hurry up, hurry up, show the professionalism of a star, and you'll gain a die-hard fan."

Yuan Ji merely urged him on.

"This is absolutely humiliating."

Tang Ping sighed helplessly, then composed herself, flashed a confident smile, pointed a thumbs-up at herself, and said in a deep voice, "Orewa, Super Vegeta!"

"Wow!"

Yuan Ji was so excited his eyes were practically sparkling.

Tang Ping quickly deactivated the illusion, looking tired, and said, "I feel that the illusion not only affects others, but also myself. In order to better imitate, I subconsciously put myself into the role."

Yuan Ji ignored him and took out a piece of paper, saying, "We can't waste such interesting psionic energy. In the future, cosplay all the classic characters on it, and you can also post them on your personal account to attract fans."

Tang Ping glanced at them; they were all characters from action and fighting manga. She said disdainfully, "Get out of here, you little brat!"

Chapter Sixty-Six: Being Watched

With the help of various parties, "Invisible Guardian" has sold over 3 million copies on PC and over 6 million copies on mobile, with sales across all platforms approaching 10 million, achieving the highest sales in the history of live-action film and game and AVG fields.

Of course, this is also because live-action film and game is too niche, and AVG has never been a viable option. If we broaden the scope slightly, for example, narrative adventure games, there is already the hugely popular "Detroit: Become Human" which has already surpassed 10 million views.

However, everyone believes that it's only a matter of time before "The Invisible Guardian" breaks the 10 million mark, and that it can be easily achieved with a slight discount in a few months.

The fact that the game achieved twice the success of the previous life's memories is due to two main factors: firstly, Tang Ping capitalized on his strengths and avoided his weaknesses, thus raising the quality and reputation of the work; secondly, the promotion by official media helped the game gain wider recognition.

Many elders even buy it for their children because they don't see "The Invisible Guardian" as a game, but rather as a patriotic TV series or a spy novel with pictures and voiceovers. They feel it is full of positive energy and is very different from the fighting and killing games of the Little Tyrant and arcade games in their memories.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Tang Ping received invitations from various parties and appeared on many TV programs, including interviews and variety shows. With his handsome face that could attract thousands of fans and his eloquent speech, he gained many fans, and his number of Weibo followers surpassed 10 million before the game.

He himself didn't spend money to buy fans, but he felt that Youxing Entertainment spent money, but the amount was probably not much, as evidenced by his rapidly improving Lingge performance after advancing to the second job advancement.

In less than two months, the popularity of "Fox Spirit Matchmaker" exceeded 20%, and it is still growing without any signs of slowing down.

This is not surprising. Tang Ping has good looks, achievements, emotional intelligence, education, and official recognition, making her an unprecedentedly high-quality idol.

What's a little strange is that he debuted through a game rather than a TV series or talent show, which inevitably makes some old-fashioned people think he's unconventional.

If it weren't for his official background, he would probably have already been suppressed by vested interests within the circle.

As for Tang Ping herself, she only had one thought: The Public Security Department is so damn idle!

He's been busy appearing on TV shows for over a month and hasn't received a single emergency deployment mission, which makes him feel a little guilty.

It's one thing if it's his own sister, since she's just as unambitious as him. But what if Ma Yiming's sister is persuaded to join the Public Security Bureau? Won't that ruin her future?

As I was pondering this, a voice came from the side: "Teacher Tang, the assistant director would like to see you."

Tang Ping snapped out of her daze and turned to look. It was Zhang, the production assistant for the variety show. He was responsible for program notifications, contacting artists, and other related matters. He was one of the younger members of the crew, not yet thirty years old, and called himself Xiao Zhang.

"Okay, I'll be right there. Please show me the way."

Tang Ping didn't think much of it, assuming it was about discussing matters related to the program, and stood up to follow Xiao Zhang outside.

Along the way, the sound of two people's footsteps echoed in the corridor. He suddenly felt something was wrong; the other person didn't even try to talk to him.

This isn't narcissism. Since his promotion to fox demon, Tang Ping's charm has skyrocketed, and his Fox Nightmare Path is a permanent passive skill that can't be turned off even if you want to. This causes others to be unconsciously attracted to him, just as Yuan Ji described it before—like locusts in heat, swarming over in droves.

Celebrities are alright; they maintain a certain level of reserve in front of outsiders and try to preserve their dignity. But staff members and ordinary viewers don't have such concerns. They always try to attract his attention, and regardless of gender, once their eyes are on him, they can't take them off.

However, perhaps the other person is the kind of person with strong willpower and determination. Tang Ping wouldn't be so suspicious because of this little strangeness. Besides, the corridor wasn't long, and they soon arrived at the assistant director's office.

Pushing open the door, Tang Ping saw the assistant director standing by the window with his back to the door. Hearing the noise, the man slowly turned around.

"Mr. Tang, please have a seat." The assistant director gave a standard professional smile. "There are some details about this afternoon's recording that I need to confirm with you."

Tang Ping sat down on the sofa, her gaze falling on the other person's face: "Okay, please let me know if there's anything I need to be careful about."

"Here's the thing," the assistant director said, flipping through the script, "This afternoon, before the show starts, we need to film a vlog in the underground parking garage as a pre-show segment, so we need you to arrive half an hour early. Is that alright with you?"

As if she hadn't heard the psychic's reminder, Tang Ping's face didn't show any unusual expression. She just complained in a somewhat arrogant manner, "Why do we have to film a vlog? This wasn't even in the script we were given before! I've been working myself to the bone lately, getting less than six hours of sleep on average. I have to rush to finish the show tomorrow morning. Suddenly having to do something unplanned is a waste of my energy. Your production team should consider my situation a little!"

"Oh dear, I'm really sorry, it was a last-minute decision by the station, there's nothing I can do about it," the assistant director said with a helpless, bitter smile. "It's all for the sake of a better program, I hope you can understand. The station is willing to increase the appearance fee by half."

"Half..." Tang Ping's voice showed some interest. "That's fine. Considering your sincerity, I'll be patient for a bit. What about the contract?"

"The contract is still being drafted, after all, the accounts need to be processed. Don't worry, we will definitely give it to you before the program officially starts this afternoon. A TV station as big as ours wouldn't cheat you on such a small matter."

Tang Ping seemed to be getting a little carried away by the recent fame and showed no respect: "That's hard to say. A big team doesn't mean it's not a shoddy operation. The US government is such a big organization, yet it can even renege on its publicly offered bounty. Does your TV station have more power than the US government?"

"Is this..."

The assistant director's face showed a hint of displeasure, but he still held his temper and was about to continue persuading when Tang Ping said, "I will film the vlog, but if I don't see the contract before the official program starts this afternoon, I will not participate in the afternoon's recording."

"Okay, okay, don't worry, we won't go back on our word."

Tang Ping stood up, pretending to straighten her clothes. She glanced around the room but didn't see anything strange. Before turning to leave, she silently released her psychic energy to the assistant director.

[Character: Chen Caiqi]

[Spiritual Rank: None]

[Synopsis: An ordinary man experiencing a midlife crisis is unfortunately targeted by an organization and becomes a pawn in a blood sacrifice ritual. He is currently under mental control.]

Tang Ping walked into the corridor and saw Xiao Zhang waiting at the door. She arrogantly ignored him, walked back to the lounge, and lazily sat down in a chair, pretending to play on her phone, but actually sending messages to her colleagues:

"Help! Someone's got their eyes on me!"

Chapter Sixty-Seven: Luring the Snake Out of its Hole

At the appointed time, Tang Ping took the elevator to the underground parking lot.

The moment the elevator doors opened, a gust of cold wind rushed in. The parking lot was dimly lit, with a few fluorescent tubes humming softly and casting pale white spots on the ground.

There were far fewer cars parked than expected, taking up only about a quarter of the space. Tang Ping stepped out of the elevator, the sound of her shoes hitting the ground echoing in the empty parking lot.

The agreed-upon location was in Zone C, but the further in we went, the dimmer the lights became, and a faint fragrance filled the air, like sandalwood with a hint of sweet and fishy smell.

If he were completely unaware of the situation, Tang Ping would definitely turn around and run away at this moment. There is even a high probability that he would choose to go back the moment the elevator door opens. After all, the scene looks like something out of a horror movie. He is not the kind of stubborn kid in a horror movie who discovers something is wrong but insists on going into danger because of so-called curiosity and inexplicable courage.

He now has the courage not to run away because he has reinforcements: in addition to the local Psionic Management Bureau, there are also experts brought in from other places, as well as a fully armed company.

The members of the Public Security Bureau didn't come. After all, he was in another province and didn't have the ability to teleport, so it would be difficult for them to arrive within a few hours.

After receiving the news, Hu Ze didn't even ask how Tang Ping discovered it. He went directly to his superiors for help and then contacted the local psychic energy management bureau through them.

As for gathering allies to fight the enemy, please, the members of the Public Security Bureau aren't wandering knights; why are they engaging in gang warfare?

As a state civil servant, when encountering lawbreakers, one should naturally seek help from the organization and use the absolute power of the state to severely suppress those shameless scoundrels who have no self-awareness!

After the local psychic energy management bureau confirmed with Tang Ping, they immediately mobilized all available resources and, within just one hour, uncovered the identity of the mastermind, who turned out to be a cult called Guilingjiao.

The cult of the Spirits is notorious and is considered one of the worst among many psionic cults, having carried out numerous terrorist attacks in countries around the world.

Although their targets are all psionicists, they completely disregard the lives of ordinary people during their attacks. In fact, to increase the success rate of their attacks, they will actively use ordinary people, either through mind control or by taking them hostage, which results in a large number of casualties each time.

Three years ago, the Guiling Cult attempted to launch a terrorist attack in the country, but it was detected by official psychics and suffered a crushing defeat, with half of its members being captured or killed.

The Psychic Administration has always wanted to eradicate the Guiling Cult members in China, but the other side has been hiding very well. Especially after the failed operation three years ago, they have completely disappeared and no longer take any action, as if they have all withdrawn from China.

Three years later, the Guiling Cult has made a comeback and has been caught red-handed. By sheer luck, they have gained the upper hand, which naturally attracts the attention of the Psionic Administration Bureau. After consulting with Tang Ping himself, they quickly devised a plan to lure the cult out of its hole.

Local psychics have infiltrated the area disguised as television station staff. To avoid detection, the military is lying in wait in buildings surrounding the television station, currently using various instruments to monitor the situation, including three cameras and two listening devices hidden on Tang Ping's body, as well as a psychic receiver to prevent signal interference. They are also ready to use explosives to break in at any time.

Tang Ping's mission was to delay as much as possible to facilitate the intelligence agents' search for the Guiling Cult members, and ideally, to locate them all and capture them all in one fell swoop. Therefore, he had to play the role of Tiewa from a horror movie and cooperate with the assistant director to carry out the blood sacrifice ritual.

"Hmm, I feel a bit groggy. It seems the other side wasn't unprepared."

Tang Ping found that his thinking had become sluggish since he arrived at the underground parking lot, as if a voice was whispering in his head, telling him that everything was normal and there was no need to be suspicious.

If he were still a first-level psychic, he would most likely have already fallen. If he were of other spiritual types, he might not have been able to detect the abnormality on his body. However, the "fox demon" was also good at confusing other people's perceptions, so he quickly noticed the strange power hidden in the surrounding environment.

"Director Zhang, where are you all?"

Tang Ping pretended to be completely unaware of the unusual situation around him and shouted out in a carefree manner.

A rustling sound came from afar, like the sound of fabric rubbing together. Tang Ping found that his heart was suddenly beating faster, and the lights had dimmed considerably. He took out his phone to turn on the flashlight, but found that the signal had been lost.

Suddenly, a blinding beam of light shone on his face.

Tang Ping subconsciously raised her hand to shield her eyes, and heard Director Zhang's voice in her ear: "Over here."

He squinted to adjust to the light and saw Director Zhang standing not far away, with several staff members behind him. Their expressions were stiff, and their eyes were fixed on him.

"Why is it so dark?"

Tang Ping suppressed her urge to run away and asked nonchalantly, "Why am I the only one here? Don't the other guests need to be filmed?"

Director Zhang did not answer, but turned and walked deeper into the area, not at all worried that Tang Ping would not follow.

Tang Ping did indeed follow slowly behind, and noticed that the other person's steps were strange, as if they were being pulled by something, and each step was taken with unusual precision.

They arrived at a temporary film set surrounded by black cloth. As soon as Tang Ping stepped inside, the black cloth behind him was pulled up, and the fragrance in the air became even stronger, making him feel a little dizzy.

Even if someone's mind is completely clouded, they should realize something's wrong by now. Tang Ping was worried that acting too convincingly would arouse suspicion, so she immediately asked, "Director Zhang, what exactly is going on...?"

The sound stopped abruptly as a bizarre scene unfolded before their eyes.

A thick fog filled the set, like miasma rising from hell. The lights became distorted and hazy under the fog, casting long, bizarre shadows of the surrounding vehicles and pillars, like menacing monsters ready to pounce on their prey.

The ground was covered with dense, bizarre symbols drawn with dark red liquid. The symbols seemed to have a life of their own, shimmering with an eerie luster in the dim light, as if they were telling an evil incantation.

Various animal organs stained with blood were scattered around, including a heart still dripping blood, a steaming liver, and twisted intestines. Blood gathered into small streams that flowed slowly on the ground, intertwining with those eerie symbols. Some fur and flesh remained on the organs, emanating a chilling aura.

Furthermore, the staff had somehow changed into black robes. Their eyes were vacant, but they wore eerie smiles and muttered incantations in a low, suppressed voice, like the whispers of demons from the deepest hell, or the wails of countless wronged souls. The incantations echoed through the parking lot walls, creating a chilling buzzing sound.

The staff members swayed slightly to the rhythm of the incantation, making strange hand gestures in the air. Some gestures seemed to be summoning something, while others seemed to be driving away something invisible. Each person held a dagger that emitted a cold light, with traces of blood still remaining on it, which flickered with an eerie red light under the candlelight.

If it weren't for the spiritual energy receiver on his body sending a vibration indicating that reinforcements were about to move, Tang Ping would have really run away.

No matter how important a plan is, it's not as important as saving your own life.

“Tang Ping,” Director Zhang turned around, his eyes glowing an unnatural red in the candlelight, “be proud, for you will become a sacrifice offered to the great primordial spirit!”