After surviving my ordeal, I learned that the school beauty had given birth to twins for me.

Chapter 177 It felt like something was sitting on my shoulder.

Jiang Xinlan raised her head, looked into his gentle eyes, and calmly recounted what she had witnessed backstage that day—Su Mu using his blood to nourish the wooden carving—as well as her and Lin Wan's speculations about Lu Xingci.

"I can sense that the eerie aura emanating from that wooden carving is very sinister, unlike that of an ordinary ghost."

Jiang Xinlan leaned against his chest and whispered,

"Moreover, Lu Xingci's death was too coincidental, just a few days before Su Mu became a sensation. I always felt that there was a connection between the two events."

After listening, Shen Yu tapped his fingers lightly on the sofa armrest, his expression becoming serious.

"The practice of raising ghost children and worshipping fox spirits has always existed in the entertainment industry. Most of these are done by third-rate sorcerers who can only help people improve their luck a little. If they suffer a backlash, it will only result in a serious illness, and it rarely leads to death."

He paused, then continued.

"But if they can control little ghosts to kill people, then the evil cultivator behind them must at least know some real dark magic. And to be able to control two entertainers at the same time, one becoming a sensation and the other dying tragically, this evil cultivator's ambition is not small."

Just then, Jiang Xinlan's phone rang.

The name "Su Wanqing" was displayed on the screen.

Jiang Xinlan answered the phone, and had just said "feed" when Su Wanqing's crying came through the receiver.

"Sister Xinlan, I really don't know what to do! My sister, Tang Rou, is also a minor actress. She suddenly started acting strangely about two weeks ago!"

I have nightmares every day, and I feel like I can't breathe because of sleep paralysis. My shoulders hurt so much that I can't lift them. I've been to several big hospitals, had X-rays and tests done, but the doctors all say there's nothing wrong!

But she's getting thinner and thinner every day, and now she can't even get out of bed. She just fainted once, and the doctor issued a critical condition notice, telling us to prepare for the worst..."

She choked back tears, her voice trembling uncontrollably:

"I suddenly remembered the time at Wuling Mountain, you and Mr. Shen saved my life. Only Mr. Shen knows these things! Please, please, please let Mr. Shen save her! She's only 22 years old. If she dies like this, how will her parents live?"

Jiang Xinlan looked up at Shen Yu, her eyes pleading.

Shen Yu met her gaze and recalled the time when they were filming at Wuling Mountain. Although Su Wanqing was somewhat spoiled, she was not a bad person at heart. She would secretly shed tears when she saw Zhang Nan's belongings, and she would hand water to abducted children with red eyes.

He nodded slightly, his voice calm yet reassuring: "Let her bring her people over."

"Don't worry about Wanqing, Shen Yu agreed. You can bring your sisters over."

"Thank you! Thank you, Sister Xinlan! Thank you, Mr. Shen! We'll be there right away!" Su Wanqing cried tears of joy, thanking him repeatedly before hurriedly hanging up the phone.

Jiang Xinlan put down her phone, leaned against Shen Yu's chest, and sighed softly, "I hope Tang Rou is alright."

"It's hard to say." Shen Yu gently patted her back, his eyes serious.

"To be able to torment someone to the point of critical illness, she's no ordinary wandering ghost. Moreover, during the phone call just now, I vaguely sensed a trace of yin energy on her that originated from the same source as Su Mu's wooden sculpture."

"Same origin?" Jiang Xinlan suddenly looked up. "You mean, Tang Rou's matter is also related to that evil cultivator who manipulated Su Mu?"

"It's very likely." Shen Yu nodded. "If that's the case, then it's not just a matter for a single artist. This evil cultivator probably has many spies planted in the entertainment industry."

Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang urgently.

Jiang Xinlan quickly ran to open the door.

Outside the door, Su Wanqing was supporting a thin girl. The girl was wearing an oversized hoodie with the hood pulled low. Her face was as pale as paper, her lips were bloodless, her eyes were sunken, and there were dark circles under her eyes.

She was so thin she looked like she could be blown away by a gust of wind. When she walked, her body leaned slightly, and her right hand was always tightly gripping her left shoulder, as if she were bearing a huge weight.

"Mr. Shen, Ms. Jiang, thank you for your trouble." Su Wanqing quickly helped Tang Rou in, her voice full of guilt, "I'm so sorry to disturb your rest so late."

"It's alright, please have a seat." Jiang Xinlan quickly poured them two glasses of warm water.

Tang Rou sat on the sofa, her body trembling uncontrollably, her teeth chattering. She dared not look up, keeping her head down the entire time, her right hand never leaving her shoulder.

"Tang Rou, don't be afraid. Mr. Shen is very capable. He will definitely save you." Su Wanqing gently patted her back to comfort her.

Tang Rou raised her head, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes, empty and filled with fear. She looked at Shen Yu, her lips moved, her voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible:

"Mr. Shen... please help me... I feel so bad..."

"Tell me slowly, when did things start to go wrong?" Shen Yu sat across from her, his tone calm.

Tang Rou took a deep breath and began to recount her story, her voice trembling:

About two weeks ago, I went to a wrap party for a film crew. I drank some alcohol that night and didn't get back until after 1 a.m.

As I entered the elevator, I suddenly felt someone tap my shoulder. I turned around, but there was no one there.

"At the time, I thought it was just my imagination and didn't take it seriously. But starting that night, I had nightmares every day. I dreamed of a little boy in a red shirt who kept following me and wanted me to play with him."

I ran, and he chased, always managing to grab my ankle and drag me into the darkness.

"Later, I started experiencing sleep paralysis. Every night, I would feel so much pressure that I couldn't breathe. I could clearly feel something lying on my body, cold and heavy, pressing down on me until my bones ached."

Moreover, my left shoulder is getting more and more painful, as if something is sitting on it and getting heavier and heavier.

Now even lifting my arms is difficult, and Wanqing has to feed me and give me water.

"Things in the house always move around inexplicably. A cup I put on the table will appear on the floor the next day."

The door, locked at night, is open in the morning. Sometimes I can hear a child crying in the middle of the night, right next to my ear…