Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

The night in Linhai City is darker than ink.

The lights on the top floor of the Star Emperor Entertainment Building flickered like will-o'-the-wisps.

Zhao Tai sat in the leather boss's chair, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

That man named Xu Qing is like a monster.

A single suona horn blew up his stock price.

"Mr. Zhao, we've found it."

The secretary pushed the door open and came in.

The voice was kept very low.

It sounded like announcing a death.

Zhao Tai suddenly looked up.

His eyes were bloodshot.

"explain."

"Xu Qing has been going to Xishan Cemetery these past few days."

"But he never goes in."

"Just loitering around the entrance."

Zhao Tai smiled.

The laughter was dry.

Like two pieces of rotten wood rubbing against each other.

"I knew it."

"He's acting."

"If there really is a grave, why doesn't he go inside?"

"Because there is no such person as Xiaoyu."

"There is no such grave."

Zhao Tai stood up.

Walk to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Looking down at the bustling traffic below.

"Contact the anti-fraud blogger 'Iron Head'."

"Let him take the best equipment."

"Let's go to Xishan Cemetery tonight."

"I want to livestream this across the entire internet."

"I want everyone to see whether Xu Qing is mourning his deceased wife or mourning his damned vanity."

Zhao Tai slammed his fist against the glass.

this time.

He wanted to swallow Xu Qing whole, skin and bones.

……

Genting Manor.

Luo Tianxiong was drinking tea.

The tea is good tea.

But he couldn't taste it.

The housekeeper, Old Zhang, stood to the side.

He was holding a tablet computer.

The screen displays Zhao Tai's call log.

For the richest man

They were eavesdropping on the owner of an entertainment company that was on the verge of bankruptcy.

It's easier than stepping on an ant.

"This guy surnamed Zhao really doesn't want to live anymore."

Luo Tianxiong put down his teacup.

The porcelain cup knocked onto the table.

It made a crisp sound.

"He wants to see the grave."

"Then I'll show it to him."

Luo Tianxiong stood up.

Put on a coat.

"Old Zhang."

"exist."

"Notify our film studios."

"Bring over the best prop masters, antiquing masters, and stonemasons."

"Go say hello at the cemetery too."

"I want to be there before dawn."

"The best location in Xishan Cemetery."

"Build an old tomb that is ten years old."

Old Zhang was stunned for a moment.

"Sir, ten years old?"

"That's a bit difficult, isn't it?"

"The current aging techniques are good, but they can't withstand close scrutiny."

Luo Tianxiong sneered.

"Then let's use the real thing."

"Go and move that Qing Dynasty stone tablet from our warehouse over there."

"Smooth out the words on it."

"Re-carve it."

"remember."

"I want that feeling of being battered by wind and rain."

"It should evoke a sense of desolation in people who look at it."

Old Zhang gasped.

That stone tablet.

The old man spent three million to buy it back.

Now we're going to use it as a prop.

"Hurry up and go!"

Luo Tianxiong roared.

Old Zhang quickly ran out.

Half an hour later.

Xishan Cemetery has been quietly sealed off.

Dozens of trucks drove into the back mountain.

The headlights were not on.

They all did their homework in the dark.

A group of workers in overalls jumped off the vehicle.

They usually build sets for big-budget movies.

I got an urgent job today.

They built a fake grave for the daughter of the richest man.

This sounds exciting.

"Be gentle!"

"Don't wake up the 'neighbors' around here!"

The foreman shouted in a low voice.

The stonemason held a chisel in his hand.

They set their sights on that priceless ancient stele.

Ding ding ding.

The sound echoed through the empty cemetery.

It's a bit creepy.

Luo Qianyu sat in the monitoring room.

Looking at the image on the screen.

She bit her lip.

My lips were almost bleeding from biting them.

That was a monument erected for her.

Her name is engraved on it.

The Tomb of Luo Xiaoyu.

This feeling is strange.

It's like sending yourself to your own death.

"Miss, please stop looking."

The nanny, Wang Ma, came over carrying a bowl of bird's nest.

I was so heartbroken that I kept crying.

"The master had no choice."

"That Zhao Tai is so bad."

"They're determined to drive Mr. Xu to his death."

Luo Qianyu shook her head.

Tears flew out.

"I'm not afraid."

"As long as we can protect Xu Qing."

"Let alone erecting a monument."

"It means letting me lie in a coffin."

"I'm willing too."

Wang Ma quickly covered her mouth.

"Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey!"

"Children speak without thinking!"

"good luck!"

on the screen.

The antique repairman is splashing vinegar on the stone tablet.

There is also a specially made acid solution.

This is to create traces of weathering.

There were people burying grass seeds in the soil nearby.

Use a growth promoter to make the grass grow within two hours.

I also want that withered, yellowish effect.

Luo Tianxiong personally supervised the construction on site.

He had his hands behind his back.

Watching those big characters gradually take shape.

I have mixed feelings in my heart.

"Xu Qing, oh Xu Qing."

"For the sake of your devoted lover persona."

"I've really gone all out."

"If you ever dare to treat my daughter badly in the future..."

"I'll bury you here."

They really buried it.

At this time.

A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky.

Rumble.

Thunder rumbled.

It is going to rain.

Luo Tianxiong looked up at the sky.

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Even God is on my side."

"With this rain."

"This new grave."

"It looks even more real now."

……

A wedding dress shop in the city.

The shop assistant was dozing off.

The door was pushed open.

The wind chimes rang.

A man, soaking wet, walked in.

He was wearing a mask.

He was carrying a guitar on his back.

His eyes were cold.

"Sir, we're closing up shop."

"I'm rubbing my eyes," the shop assistant said.

The man didn't speak.

Walk up to the shop window.

Pointing to the most expensive wedding dress.

"I want this one."

The shop assistant was stunned.

"This is the store's prized possession."

"Not for sale."

"And you didn't bring a female companion to try them on..."

The man pulled a card out of his pocket.

It was slammed on the table.

"Swipe your card."

"No need to try."

"I know her size."

The shop assistant looked at the black card.

He swallowed.

"Yes, sir."

"Would you like it packed to go?"

"Need not."

The man picked up the wedding dress.

It's like holding onto a fragile dream.

"I'll take it myself."

He pushed open the door.

I walked into the downpour.

The guitar case on his back had been waterproofed, keeping out the torrential rain outside.

The shop assistant chased after him to the door.

Looking at that figure from behind.

Suddenly, it looks kind of familiar.

"That person..."

"Why does he look a bit like Xu Qing?"

The rain is getting heavier.

Xu Qing held the wedding dress protectively in her arms.

That's what he owes Xiaoyu.

He said that.

Once I've made enough money.

I'll buy her the most beautiful wedding dress.

Now we have enough money.

But the person is gone.

Xu Qing couldn't flag down a car.

The driver thought he looked like a madman, clutching the wedding dress.

No one dared to stop.

Xu Qing wasn't in a hurry.

He just kept walking.

Step by step.

Head towards the west mountain.

Behind.

Several black minivans followed at a distance.

in the car.

The anti-counterfeiting blogger "Tietou" is setting up his equipment.

"Brothers."

"The big fish has taken the bait."

"tonight."

"Let's go and expose this biggest lie of the century."

Tie Tou showed his mouthful of yellow teeth to the camera.

The number of viewers in the live stream.

It's skyrocketing.

One million.

five million.

Ten million.

The entire internet is waiting to see this show.

Let's see how Xu Qing handles this.

Watch this gamble between life and death.

Who won and who lost?

Rainwater streamed down Xu Qing's hair.

It flowed into my mouth.

It is salty.

It's hard to tell if it's rainwater.

Still tears.