Veteran Hong Kong stars reorganize the Chinese entertainment industry.

Zhao Dekai, who was in front of the monitor, noticed that one camera was not moving. He took out his walkie-talkie and tried to contact the cameraman, but no one answered after he spoke several times.

"Teacher Liu, please wait a moment, there's a problem here." Zhao Dekai had barely finished speaking gently to Liu Zhongze when he pressed another button on the walkie-talkie and began roaring, "Go check on Xiao Li! Why hasn't the camera moved at all?!"

"Yes." The voice on the other end of the walkie-talkie sounded frightened.

Not long after, a voice came from the walkie-talkie: "Director, come quick, Xiao Li isn't acting right!"

Zhao Dekai broke out in a cold sweat. The events of the night were beginning to challenge the worldview he had built up over the decades. He saw Xiao Li, who looked pale and lost.

The camera was still on his shoulder, but his eyes were vacant, and he remained unmoved no matter how the people around him tried to shake him.

Liu Zhongze followed him in and said, "Surround him and use your yang energy to dispel the yin energy on him. He's probably been possessed!"

This kind of thing happened quite often in Hong Kong back then. Every play was filmed using folk customs, which would naturally attract the spirits of the deceased. Perhaps in today's explanation, it was just due to the influence of magnetism, but at that time people believed more in Taoist teachings.

Zhao Dekai immediately pulled a few people away and made them approach Xiao Li.

Liu Zhongze offered his opinion: "This might be a warning to us. If it really is an evil spirit, then it won't just be a soul-reaping ghost. It will follow us home and take away the people around us without us even realizing it. The scariest thing is that we won't notice when the people around us disappear. By the time we find out, it will be too late."

Liu Zhongze's words startled all the staff present, and they all desperately tried to squeeze into the crowd.

"Ahem... Teacher Liu, you're not actually a Taoist priest, are you? You sound quite respectable..."

Faced with Zhao Dekai's question, Liu Zhongze simply replied, "No, I've seen a lot, so I just know a few tricks of the trade."

Liu Zhongze couldn't see Xu Zhen in the crowd, so he asked, "Did the production assistant go to buy paper money? Director, could you have him buy some incense, candles, offerings, and some literature and history books?"

Zhao Dekai could understand Liu Zhongze's earlier explanation as a way to appease the spirits of the dead and prevent them from causing trouble, but he couldn't quite grasp the meaning of the later parts of the book.

"Teacher Liu, why did you buy the book?"

"In the script, he is an intellectual. Regardless of his circumstances, as a true top scholar, he has a wealth of ambition and knowledge. Reading allows him to understand the world anew, which is to cater to his interests."

After immersing himself in the role, Liu Zhongze could always feel the character's inner world, that thirst for knowledge.

After returning to his hometown, he was framed by a local bully. The stark contrast drove him insane. When he regained his senses, he used the knowledge he had learned from books, not simply out of resentment.

Therefore, we can conclude that this is a soul filled with both reason and madness.

Following Liu Zhongze's instructions, Zhao Dekai called Xu Zhen. As the phone rang, Zhao Dekai worried that something might have happened to Xu Zhen and the other person.

"Hey? Director, what's wrong?"

"Xu Zhen, I'm so glad you're alright. Buy plenty of paper money, incense, candles, and offerings. After you're done, go to the bookstore and buy some literary works and history books. Just don't buy anything about math or physics; I'm afraid he won't understand them and will come after our people!"

"Okay, okay... Hey, Director, who is he you're talking about?" Xu Zhen's questioning voice came through the wind.

Zhao Dekai urged, "Don't ask things you shouldn't ask. Hurry up and finish buying; we're all waiting for you!"

"Yes."

Zhao Dekai hung up the phone, looked at the photographer named Xiao Li with concern, and asked, "Can any of you find a doctor to come and check on Xiao Li?"

The staff members nearby shook their heads repeatedly, and some even took a step back.

Seeing that no one was willing to go, Zhao Dekai sighed and said, "Then I'll go by myself. You guys keep an eye on Xiao Li."

After saying that, Zhao Dekai did not take immediate action. It seemed that after making this decision, he felt that he was not being rational and was trying his best to convince himself.

Liu Zhongze came to his side and said, "I'll go with you. Maybe I'm wrong, but the magnetic field here is bad, which caused Xiao Li to fall into some kind of neurological problem."

"Thank you so much, Teacher Liu, for coming to our rescue. We're facing a lot of trouble on our end."

Liu Zhongze didn't stand on ceremony with Zhao Dekai. After changing his clothes and makeup, he got into Zhao Dekai's car and drove off onto the main road.

After driving four or five kilometers away from the village, the number of people outside began to increase. Among the shops along the roadside, they saw a clinic that was still open.

Zhao Dekai and Liu Zhongze went inside, and as soon as they explained their purpose, the doctor inside kicked them out.

After they got into the car, the doctor took a yellow talisman from the clinic's cabinet, burned it at the door, and then turned and left.

"Wait, let's not go yet."

"Teacher Liu, we've already been kicked out. Do we have to go back in?"

Liu Zhongze frowned and said, "If everyone here knows about the rumors in that village, then we probably won't be able to find a doctor to see Xiao Li. Why don't we go find that doctor and ask for some talismans? Even if they don't work, they can still bring some peace of mind to others. Then we can take Xiao Li to the hospital for treatment, so we won't have wasted half a day without getting anything done."

"That makes sense!"

The two got out of the car again. This time, the doctor was on guard and locked the door tightly. Even though there were still patients inside, he showed no intention of opening the door.

Zhao Dekai said politely, "We'll leave right away, right away! But before we go, we'd like to ask you for a few talismans..."

Before he could finish speaking, the doctor glared at him and said, "Get out of my way! I'm not a Taoist priest, and I don't have any extra talismans for you!"

The local patients inside moved further inside the room, as if they were avoiding two plague gods.

Seeing this, Liu Zhongze plopped down at the clinic entrance and casually said, "Fine, if you won't give it to us, we'll sit here until dawn."

Liu Zhongze looked at Zhao Dekai and asked, "Do you think we're being targeted? Maybe we'll be possessed at any moment?"

Before Zhao Dekai could understand what Liu Zhongze meant, he saw Liu Zhongze's body go limp, and he crawled on the ground like a limp animal, occasionally letting out a couple of barks.

"Ah! It's him, he's back!"

"A ghost! Isn't that village almost deserted? How did he get out? Does he need a sacrifice to keep him quiet?"

In response to the screams from inside the house, the old man in the corner said, "Don't talk nonsense. He killed quite a few Japanese soldiers when they entered the village."

"Then why don't you live in the village?"

The old man in the corner wisely shut his mouth and silently moved his chair further towards the crowd.