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Wanlin had no choice but to clear his throat and begin to stammeringly tell a story about an old house being haunted.

Everyone in the audience seemed to be listening intently, but in reality, no one's mind was on the story.

Everyone pricked up their ears as if expecting to hear something, but deep down they were praying: never to hear that sigh again!

Wanlin's ghost story telling skills are indeed mediocre.

Jun Yao listened with a disheartened expression, yawned, and tears welled up in her eyes.

She stretched out her legs, which had been crossed, and dusted off her trouser legs, preparing to leave the campfire storytelling session early.

"I'm a little sleepy, I'm going back to the RV to sleep first. You guys should get some rest too! We're going to see the Phoenix Grottoes tomorrow."

It would have been better if she hadn't brought it up.

When she uttered the words "Phoenix Grottoes," the surrounding air suddenly became even colder.

Like chicks caught by a big bad wolf, the crowd had no choice but to huddle together for warmth and resist.

Jun Yao slowly stood up, mentioning Phoenix Grottoes again.

"I just checked the weather forecast on my phone, and it looks like it's going to rain lightly tomorrow. Isn't it said that the worse the weather is at Phoenix Grottoes, the better the colors of the grotto statues? Looks like we're in for a treat."

No one else dared to respond to her.

Wanlin, unable to bear the awkward silence, chimed in, "If the weather is bad, can the filming be postponed?"

Before the production team could respond, Junyao interrupted, "If the weather keeps getting bad, are we expecting the whole crew to just sit here and waste resources waiting? We're paid by the day for our appearances."

The words "announcement fee" hung like a sharp guillotine over the heads of all the staff in the production team.

Yes.

Compared to exorbitant guest appearance fees, what's there to be afraid of in the rain?!

Get to work!

We have to get to work tomorrow!

Junyao yawned again and returned to the RV.

The winter night in Qingmo Village was extremely cold.

Even though the RV was well-heated, Junyao still couldn't muster the enthusiasm to wash her hands and take a shower.

After a quick wash, she went to bed.

As soon as I covered myself with the blanket, I felt an itch and pain on the back of my hands and neck.

Junyao picked up the small mirror from the bedside table and looked at herself carefully.

A dozen or so shiny, purplish-red blisters appeared on her skin.

These blisters came on strong and showed a tendency to get worse!

"It's so itchy."

Jun called out to the night shift assistant through the sleeping curtains, "Do you have any medicine for acute skin conditions in the first-aid kit? I think I'm having a bit of an allergic reaction."

The assistant, very worried, quickly leaned closer and asked, "Madam, I have a medical background. Let me take a look at you! If it's serious, you'll have to go to the hospital!"

"It's nothing, a minor issue," Junyao said softly. "It's a mild allergic reaction, nothing serious, just some ointment will do."

The assistant clenched his fists tightly.

Before she came, she had already read the information, so she was aware that there was a deadly poisonous sore in Qingmo Village.

What if the skin allergy that the lady mentioned happens to be this kind of boil...

"Yes or no?"

Junyao's voice sounded impatient, "If you don't have it, just say so. What's with pretending to be mute?"

"No, no, madam, there's medicine..." the assistant stammered, and hurriedly went to find the medicine.

Jun Yao let out a soft breath.

As expected, none of the other assistants were as useful as Zhou Yichuan.

For the first time, she had the thought: "If Zhou Yichuan were here with me right now."

But this longing only lasted for a fleeting moment.

Because the colorful sores on his body seemed to have been triggered, they intensified the pain and itching, causing him unbearable discomfort.

Even if Zhou Yichuan were by her side now, it wouldn't make a difference.

In critical moments, you still have to rely on yourself to solve problems.

Jun Yao made a hand seal, gathering a wisp of translucent spiritual energy at his fingertips.

He pretended to yawn casually, feeding his own spiritual energy into his mouth.

As the spiritual energy entered his abdomen, his limbs and bones were instantly cleansed and refreshed.

The unsettling itching sensation vanished in an instant.

All that remained were those gruesome sores that she dared not look at for long, glistening like tiny poisonous mushrooms, firmly rooted in her skin.

But it's just a bit of a nuisance to touch.

It didn't affect Junyao's sleep at all.

She pulled the blanket over her head and fell asleep instantly.

After a while, another unhappy sigh drifted out from outside the RV.

The sigh contained confusion and a hint of anger.

Jun Yao clearly heard it, but still pretended to be fast asleep.

Junyao slowly opened her eyes again only after the thin shadow outside the car window had completely disappeared.

"With such mediocre skills, he actually caused so many deaths... He really should have been taken down long ago."

She smiled and said, "Don't worry, tomorrow is your death day."

……

The next morning, as soon as Junyao woke up, she immediately drew back the curtains of the RV and looked out at the village scenery.

As expected, it was drizzling and misty outside the window.

The distant mountains turned into a pale smoky blue, like a faded ink painting.

The already desolate mountain village in winter now appears even more lonely and desolate.

Moreover, there was a chill that seeped into one's bones.

Junyao put on her thickest down jacket, along with a scarf, hat, and gloves, and got off the car completely covered up.

When she met up with the other guests, she immediately sensed something was wrong.

The group of people who were enthusiastically telling ghost stories last night all look sick today, listless and pale.

Jun Yao, without any hesitation, suddenly rolled up her sleeves in front of everyone, revealing a patch of purplish-red boils on her arm, and asked, "You guys don't have these too, do you?"

The crowd gasped in astonishment, staring at her in surprise, unsure of what to say.

It was the chief director, Liu Chuan, who was the first to react.

"Xiao Qiao! When did this boil appear on your body? How come you're talking about it even though there was no sign of it? Our production crew has medical personnel with us! Let them take a look!"

Jun Yao politely declined, shaking her head and saying, "It's nothing, it doesn't hurt or itch, it won't have much of an impact. Don't talk about me, what about you guys? Don't you have this?"

Others complained bitterly.

"We don't have it on our bodies, but we dreamed about it all night!"

"Xiao Qiao, stop being stubborn! Doesn't this thing itch? I'm experiencing excruciating itching and stinging in my dreams!"

"Xiao Qiao, stop recording! You should go to the hospital! This kind of boil has a history of causing death! We shouldn't risk our lives!"

Tang Run reverted to his previous timid and garrulous manner, muttering incoherently, "Xiao Qiao! This is the first warning from the local deities! They're admonishing us not to disturb them further! In that case, let's stop recording!"

"If you're not going to record, then go back." Jun Yao shrugged. "I need the money, I have to record."

Tang Run grinned as he heard this.

Would Qiao Junyao really be short of this appearance fee?

Dogs don't believe it!

Those wealthy families can easily spend tens of millions on living expenses and pocket money with a wave of their hand.

Is she really that bad?

Qiao Junyao might be possessed by an evil spirit!

Otherwise, how could someone be so stubborn, knowingly venturing into dangerous territory?

Despite Tang Run's strong opposition, Jun Yao still insisted that the production team continue to proceed according to the original plan.

The director was very worried about this trip and decided to go along with it.

After the production crew's convoy set off, the villagers of Qingmo Village gave way to them.

Tang Run started his chattering mode, muttering to himself the whole time, "The rain is getting heavier, which is a sign that we shouldn't go..."

Everyone was either still half asleep.

Either I don't want to talk to him.

No one else responded to Tang Run's words throughout the entire conversation.

Tang Run continued to mutter incessantly, as if he had lost his mind.

The atmosphere inside the car was tense and agitated.

When they finally arrived near the Phoenix Grottoes, before Junyao even got out of the car, he could already see a vibrant color in the misty rain.