The male supporting character was actually myself.

The script team clearly only told us to be responsible for going on a killing spree, it's just that the host wanted to change the script... On second thought, it seems that changing it was the right thing to do, otherwise we would be eaten by angels!

It's all the fault of that bastard script team, trying to screw over my host.

Luckily, he was smart enough not to fall into the trap, and now he's managed to get all the angels on the same side.

"Hmm, then I'll just keep watching the show." Xiao Bai decided that with her intelligence, she wouldn't participate in any brain-teasing work. Wouldn't it be more enjoyable to eat sunflower seeds and dried fish while watching a live variety show up close?

Why waste brain cells and make things difficult for yourself?

This paranormal reality show is scheduled to air for ten days. According to the original plan, the six actors will be scared by ghosts in the eerie and terrifying show. Even when they are resting at night, someone will stay behind to ensure that no matter when the audience logs in to watch, they will not feel bored during the ten days.

Unexpectedly, from the moment she entered the show, Qin Xiaoyao relentlessly charged through the challenges, pushing all the plot points to their conclusion in just three days.

During these three days, apart from her short rest periods when everyone else took turns searching for clues, the plot was tight and mysteries kept coming one after another. Even so, when the bandits were arresting people indiscriminately and Mr. Qian was still stammering and not telling the truth, the audience was still extremely anxious.

"Damn it, you've got the words on the tip of your tongue, just say them!"

"Oh my god, what I hate most about TV shows is when someone has inside information but won't tell anyone and tries to hide it."

"Maybe the production team doesn't allow us to say it. Didn't you see the extras were sweating profusely?"

"It's making everyone anxious for them, hurry up and run!"

"Is the plot going to get the zombies killing these bandits?"

"Where did the zombie that only showed itself go...?"

…………

As viewership soared, comments and messages flooded the internet. Everyone was immersed in the tense atmosphere from the first-person perspective, neglecting to eat or sleep, and almost forgetting who they were.

As An Dailin flew low over the city's streets and alleys, she watched through the glass window as men, women, and children, immersed in a reality show, lost in the joy and sorrow of the people on the screen, as if their very minds were being controlled.

"What strange humans. Is it really interesting to be confined to a little box every day and live in a story arranged by others?" She couldn't quite understand. With a wave of her hand, she grabbed a basket of strawberries from a shop across the street, flapped her wings, and flew away into the distance.

Jiang Chen was sitting on the roof beam watching Wang He turn on an oil lamp on the wall.

The altar and the bluestone below rumbled and creaked, and after a moment a corridor staircase leading to the shadowy area was revealed.

"This is our family's vault. Even if we find the entrance, we can't open it unless we have the key." Faced with the situation, Mr. Qian could no longer delay and had to reveal the location of the secret passage and take out a strangely shaped key from his pocket.

The group filed in. After entering the secret passage with a torch, Master Qian knocked on the wall, and the protruding bricks retracted with a loud bang. The bluestone and offering table above returned to their original state.

The tunnel was dry and didn't have the musty smell I'd expected. Wang He cautiously looked around with a torch. "Mr. Qian, are you sure this place is safe and there are no other passages?"

“Confirmed, this is the safest place in the entire Qian residence.” He led the way to the end, quickly stepped forward, pried open a brick on a wall, inserted a key, and turned it. The blue bricks of the entire wall began to twist and retract rhythmically, quickly revealing a narrow passage about two meters wide.

It was the first time the group had seen such a cleverly designed secret passage, and they all praised the craftsman's exquisite skills.

"Without the key, even if someone gets in, they can only see three brick walls and won't know where the real door is." Old Master Qian sighed, "What a misfortune for our family! We've actually produced a bandit and a spy!"

Qin Xiaoyao took a torch and went in first to take a look. The pile of gold bricks was dazzling in the firelight.

The huge vault, besides the large amount of gold bricks piled up in the main hall, has nine slightly smaller semi-circular caves on each side. Some are filled with a large number of account books, some are filled with small gold bars, and some are full of silver ingots. There is also a special room for bookkeeping with a kang (heated brick bed) built on it, with a kang table, counter, and writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstones.

“Since the bandits’ target is the treasury, they won’t give up until they get it.” She turned to her companions, her already unattractive face looking even more ashen in the firelight. “If we hide here, won’t we be wiped out?”

Liu Yihong glanced back at the wall, now restored to its original state, touched it, and shook his head, saying, "It should be safe. Those bandits are unlikely to find it..."

“Don’t forget that the young master is in their hands.” Sun Dieqi thought of the paper-figure-like groom and said with her arms crossed with worry, “Even without the key, he must know the exact location of the vault. Bandits don’t care about anything else when it comes to money. They might just demolish the house and the secret room.”

Zeng Hao nodded in agreement, "No matter what, this place is made of bricks and stones. It's only a matter of time before we dig three feet into the ground. If we hide here without food or water, we'll be cornered sooner or later."

"Is this the only way to get to the treasury?" Wang He looked at Master Qian with a questioning gaze.

The other party was clearly conflicted, unsure whether to reveal all the secrets. They possessed the Qian family's most crucial secrets, and if they did, the entire reality show would come to an end.

This is only the third day since it started, and less than a third of the original schedule has passed. Everyone said that if filming is to be wrapped up early, someone will have to take the blame. He dares not take on such a heavy responsibility!

"Don't worry, they won't find their way here." After a moment of silence, Master Qian said in a muffled voice, "Even my son doesn't know where the real treasury is."

He knew that the small vault was located inside a side hall of the ancestral hall, with a small basement also filled with gold bricks and bars, but those were all fakes to deceive outsiders.

After saying that, the old man picked up his knife, turned around, and went into the first small cave dwelling. He sat down on the kang (a heated brick bed), opened the drawer of the kang table, found a packet of tea, and lit the stove to boil water for making tea.

"Let's check the clues." Seeing this, Wang He beckoned them over and spoke first: "The wax corpse in the ancestral hall should be the main reason for attracting the zombies. We don't know where that guy is hiding now. Have you found any clues to deal with the zombies?"

The group looked at each other and shook their heads, indicating they knew nothing about it.

Liu Yihong sorted out the clues on his side, "The guards were bandits and spies who poisoned the bride on the young master's wedding day and then spread the news to spread rumors that the Qian family mansion was haunted and had bad feng shui."

The original intention was to force the Qian family away from this place so that they could take the opportunity to rob them of their property.

Driven by greed, they killed seven innocent girls over the past three years, but their bodies have all disappeared. After the guard made me put a poisonous snake into the ventilation hole of the secret passage, he insisted on dragging me into joining the bandits.

I tried to escape, but they discovered me and we got into a fight. He, for some inexplicable reason, lit a signal and summoned bandits, then opened the west gate and let them in. With bandits in front and zombies behind, we need to come up with a plan.

"Human wave tactics?" Fang Fei, who had been silent until now, thought for a moment and then cautiously asked.

Based on past experience with reality shows, when faced with difficult problems, the production team usually makes contingency plans to support the main actors.

The zombies have all come out. How can six people possibly defeat them?

She naturally thought that the many fierce bandits might be a contingency plan, ostensibly there to plunder the Qian family's wealth, but actually there to help fight the zombies.

"If we haven't found the key to subduing the zombies, having more people probably won't be of any use, right?" Wang He expressed his doubts.

He even suspected that ever since Qin Xiaoyao said those words, the production team had planned to silence her. Even if not everyone was wiped out, Qin Xiaoyao certainly wouldn't be able to leave so easily…

"How boring. I have to help you guys out." Jiang Chen watched as the bandits rushed into the ancestral hall and, under the young master's guidance, began trying to open the door to the fake vault. He spread his wings, flew down, and kicked the wall next to the real vault where the group was gathered. "Xiao Yao, bring them to see the big treasure."

Chapter Sixteen: The Zombies Unleashed

Just as Qin Xiaoyao saw Mr. Demon flap his wings and fly deeper into the vault, before she could even finish speaking, she heard a rumbling sound from the bricks. Her reaction was incredibly fast; she jumped up, grabbed a torch and a dagger, and rushed over, shouting, "The wall here has collapsed!"

"Be prepared, this kind of scene isn't easy to see," Jiang Chen kindly reminded her, while also showing her the venomous snake coiled on her wrist. "Look, I've already caught the snake that Liu Yihong put in the secret passage. Don't worry, it won't hurt anyone."

Even if it's a zombie, you don't need to be afraid with me here.

After receiving such a huge reassurance, Qin Xiaoyao was so moved that she almost burst into tears.

Is there anyone in the world better than Mr. Devil? Even the legendary angels are no better than him!

However, the next second she was so moved that she held back her tears. Even though she knew that Mr. Devil was protecting her, she was so scared that her legs went weak and she almost sat down on the ground. "What... what is this? Oh my god!"

"Ah! They're all...all zombies?!"

"Why did the Qian family collect so many corpses?!"

The three male actors ran the fastest, and when they saw rows of standing corpses that were clearly not alive, revealed behind the collapsed wall, they turned pale with fright.

Wang He reacted the fastest, reaching out to stop the two actresses and whispering, "Don't look, it's full of zombies."

"Ah!" Sun Dieqi hadn't seen it with her own eyes, but just imagining the scene made her pale and she moved closer to Fang Fei. Fang Fei wasn't much better off, trembling as she asked, "Did you encounter the same kind of zombie as us? Were you protected by talismans?"

Qin Xiaoyao had suppressed her nausea and turned to look at the gloomy-faced Mr. Qian, asking, "Is this the kind of business the Qian family does? Is that why we have such strange ledgers? What are you doing...?"

“That’s right, the Qian family started out making wax corpses.” There was no point in hiding it any longer, so Mr. Qian sighed and revealed, “The Qian family’s ancestors had a superb skill in this craft.”

At first, it was just a way to make a living, specializing in preserving the corpses of wealthy families, earning a little money by making wax corpses. Later, as the world became chaotic, this craft of making a living gradually developed into an underground industry.

The Qian family made their fortune by making wax corpses. You know, Jin Sheng's wives were...

He hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice, "We really thought that because the family was doing this kind of business, the newlywed wife's birth chart wasn't strong enough, which is why she couldn't withstand it and lost her life. So when we find a wife for our son, we don't care about her family background, we only look at her birth chart."

Who knew he was murdered by a spy!

In these chaotic times, wax corpses made from young and beautiful girls are very popular. I figured it would be a waste since they would just rot after burial anyway, so I had someone dig up a grave in the middle of the night, bring it back, and make it into a wax corpse..."

Fluffy dumpling: (((;???;)))

No wonder his spirit keeps haunting me!

The writers of reality shows are really daring!

Shocked the cat for a hundred years, the sunflower seeds in its paws suddenly lost their flavor. It opened its pink little mouth but couldn't say anything, so it could only spit out a mouthful and mutter under its breath, "Just end this disgusting show already, even the cat can't stand it!"

"You actually made so many wax corpses... to sell for money?" Liu Yihong looked at the rows of densely packed corpses wrapped in wax in the dark space, and a chill ran down his spine.

The audience in front of the screen instantly went wild.

"One wave after another, I thought I'd become numb to it, but I didn't expect there to be even more explosive ones!"

"I have to give a shout-out to Steve Jobs's brilliant idea; who the hell could have come up with this?"

"Thankfully, there aren't any twisted characters like the demonic monk in the story. Otherwise, if I were to be controlled by these wax corpses with a single bell, just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle!"

"Quickly push that one up so that the great designer Qiao can see it!"

"How about the next reality show? I want to see a big-budget, big-production show..."

…………

While the online celebrations were in full swing, undercurrents were brewing on the runway.

Here, the crowd uncovers the secret of the Qian family mansion; above, the secret passage in the side hall of the ancestral hall opens, and the bandits are overjoyed to see piles of gold bricks and gold bars.

The happiest person was Wang Weizhuo, the hospital nurse.

He had worked in the fashion show industry for many years and occasionally found odd jobs to help set up the show. Although he didn't know where the entrance was at the time, he was still impressed by the gold bricks and gold bars he was responsible for moving.

Therefore, when the "angel" responded that an agreement had been reached, the first thing he thought of was the gold!

Reality shows certainly don't use real things, but those are angels, angels who can grant all wishes. They can turn all gold bars and bricks into real ones with just a wave of their hand!

Wang Weizhuo was so anxious about his future life that he couldn't wait to end the show, move the gold, and become a superior person!

So after releasing the venomous snakes, he suddenly had a brilliant idea—why wait?

Qian Ku could never escape the Qian family mansion, not to mention the eldest young master who was in the front yard after attending the wedding. What information couldn't we get from him?

Why wait foolishly?

I initially thought that the young man who looked decent was a smart guy, and I wouldn't mind giving him a reward if he could lend a hand in a critical moment. Who knew he turned out to be a fool!

Seeing that wealth and glory were within his grasp, he actually wanted to run away instead?

"Pah! That little bastard hit pretty hard!" He clutched his chest, wincing in pain, but the gleaming gold made him forget the pain instantly.

With this gold, I can rise to prominence and live a good life!

"That's it?" The bandit leader, wearing a black eye patch that covered one eye, had a rugged appearance and a full beard that made him look quite fierce. He slammed his machete against the wall and asked in a thuggish tone, "Does your Qian family have any other secrets hidden away?"

In the small vault illuminated by the blazing torches, a bandit stepped forward, kicked the tightly bound young master, and cursed, "Our boss is asking you a question, speak!"

The young master was completely stunned.