Chapter 392: Chief Planner of Oracle, I’ll Bring You to Meet an Online Friend (2)

Translator: _Min

Could she finally stand on the stage of a concert again?!

Testing her voice, Lu Ning found that she could indeed hit the high notes again, and she was nearly overwhelmed with joy, tears streaming down her face.

She embraced Si Fuqing, unable to stop her tears. “Qingqing, thank you, thank you so much.”

“It’s nothing,” Si Fuqing said, patting her back. “You’ve helped me before, so this is just returning the favor.”

Jiang Changfeng’s lips tightened slightly, his gaze deepening.

Players of “Eternity” often said that the Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand only saved those at death’s door.

Yet, in person, she could easily be described as “eager to help.”

Si Fuqing was truly a study in contradictions.

“Master Jiang, here’s the consultation fee. You must accept it,” Lu Ning said, her emotions stabilizing as she handed over a card, thanking him again. “It might not be enough, but this is all my savings at the moment.”

She had spent a significant amount on treating her vocal cords and had little work over the past two years, leaving her in a tight financial situation.

“No need, it was a minor issue,” Jiang Changfeng said casually. “It wasn’t much effort. ”

Lu Ningsheng, who remembered how casually the villagers here gave away medicinal herbs worth half a million, was speechless and quietly pocketed the card back.

What kind of village was this?!

“I won’t give you any benefit this time,” Si Fuqing said, raising an eyebrow and speaking in a volume only the two of them could hear. “After all, you’ve already received something from my teacher.”

Did he think she couldn’t discern how Fang Mingquan had become brain dead.

Jiang Changfeng fell into a deep silence.

“However, you did a good job this time, so I won’t hold it against you,” Si Fuqing waved her hand dismissively. “I’m also worried that the old man might go mad without any news from me. Others either don’t have the opportunity or are unreliable. If you still want medicinal herbs, feel free to go in and pick some. There’s plenty inside, no worries.”

Jiang Changfeng stood up in response, massaging his temples.

Observing Fang Mingquan’s pitiful state, he certainly had no desire to encounter the Master of Ghost Valley.

The next morning, the show’s crew headed out to sea.

It was their first time shooting at sea, and the guests were quite excited.

Yuan Heping leaned on the railing, observing, “The water route of the Great Xia Dynasty used to pass through here, right? This place was once a battlefield.”

“Yes,” Shen Xiuwen nodded. “The South Empty Sea has buried many people.

Those were real wars back then, something current movies can’t replicate.”

“It’s said that when the Masters of Yin-Yang from Eastern Mulberry failed to go through Western State, so they also chose to bypass by sea,” Si Fuqing said calmly. “They once summoned a Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts here, so there are many spirits under these waters.”

“They float continuously, waiting to drag someone down as a replacement.

Teacher MO, don’t get too close to the edge, be careful not to get pulled down.” Just then, the ship lurched, and a huge wave crashed against the bow.

MO Yufei shivered, letting out a sharp scream. She stumbled back a few steps, losing her balance and falling to the ground, leaving the other guests somewhat stunned.

The live audience was also confused.

[MO Yufei seems a bit cowardly, anyone would know Si Fuqing is just telling a story.]

[I’ve heard this story too. Why did MO Yufei scream? She scared me.]

[I suspect MO Yufei is the one who entered He Yu’s room! I’m waiting for her company’s press conference in a few days.]

“Teacher MO, it’s all fake, what are you afraid of?” Si Fuqing extended a hand to her, smiling slightly. “There’s an old saying in our Great Xia, ‘If you’ve done nothing wrong, you’ve nothing to fear from ghosts knocking at your door.’ As long as you haven’t done anything, why would the spirits target you?”

“Moreover, this is where the soldiers of Great Xia are buried. With them guarding, who dares to trespass?

MO Yufei, regaining her composure, her eyes turned cold.

A new idol, warning her?

Absolutely reckless!

Did she think having fans and popularity gave her the right to be arrogant in the entertainment industry?

How naive.

“I know,” MO Yufei stood up, smiling charmingly. “I also know that spirits prefer to target young girls as substitutes. Teacher Si, you should be careful.”

“It’s alright,” Si Fuqing replied nonchalantly. “I’ve encountered the Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts before; ghosts aren’t scary. What’s truly frightening is the human heart.”

[Oh no, my wife is talking nonsense again. I’m going to pull her down and hide her in my golden chamber.]

[The guy in front, have you drunk too much? She’s clearly my wife.]

[Stop it, rival in love, draw your sword!]

MO Yufei’s expression darkened completely, forcing a smile: “Teacher Si really likes to joke. Even encountering the Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts..”