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Rebirth: Spoiling the Obsessive Film Emperor Chapter 216

Chapter 216: Existence Implies Reason

This particular Weibo post successfully garnered a string of question marks from Yuxiang Rousi fans.

What? When did Rong Yu get involved in a collaboration with "The Wandering Swordsman"? And he's already joined the crew?

Rebirth: Spoiling the Obsessive Film Emperor Chapter 215

Chapter 215: From Hater to Fan

Rong Yu's remarks not only attracted a large number of onlookers but also drew in many haters who had been waiting for concrete evidence of his scandals. Now that Rong Yu had "handed it over himself," they were only too happy to accept, directly engaging in mutual reposts and arguments with him on Weibo.

Rebirth: Spoiling the Obsessive Film Emperor Chapter 214

Chapter 214: Being Jealous

Although "Blood Mist" was filmed in autumn, it aired the following summer, placing it within the selection period for this year's summer season awards.

During this summer break, "Blood Mist" undoubtedly became a hot topic of conversation, and the split-personality character played by Rong Yu left a deep impression on audiences, who couldn't easily shake off the fear once dominated by Rong Yu's face-switching memes.

Rebirth: Spoiling the Obsessive Film Emperor Chapter 213

Chapter 213: Star-Struck Infatuation

"Ahaha, Xiao Yu sure knows how to joke." Because Rong Yu's statement was delivered with such sincerity, the host, taking over the conversation, immediately took it as a jest.

In such a grand setting, declaring oneself one of the 'Three Thousand Beauties'—what else could it be but a joke? Even dedicated anti-fans wouldn't dare attack with something so bold!

Rebirth: Spoiling the Obsessive Film Emperor Chapter 212

Chapter 212 Three Thousand Beauties

Seeing Rong Yu walking away swiftly, his fans waiting outside were both exasperated and amused. Many newcomers on the red carpet would foolishly follow their managers' instructions, trying to linger as long as possible to snag more camera shots, making it easier for PR to handle post-event promotion.

Rebirth: Spoiling the Obsessive Film Emperor Chapter 211

Chapter 211: The Red Carpet


The promotional photo shoot for The Wandering Swordsman went smoothly. However, all drama production teams originally scheduled to release their promotional photos unanimously chose to postpone due to the imminent Lingxiao Awards Gala.

Rebirth: Spoiling the Obsessive Film Emperor Chapter 210

Chapter 210: I Doted on Him

"Brother, did you check Weibo today?" came the voice from the phone.

Yin Chengjue thought to himself: So it is because of this matter.

"I did," Yin Chengjue replied.

Rebirth: Spoiling the Obsessive Film Emperor Chapter 209

Chapter 209: Center Position

The official Weibo account of the Lingxiao Awards Gala once again confirmed the event's schedule. Fans of various artists had long since prepared their support plans. Fans of some first and second-tier celebrities were already well-versed; knowing the Lingxiao Awards Gala would be held during this period, they had even started preparing online and offline support plans for their idols months in advance.

Rebirth: Spoiling the Obsessive Film Emperor Chapter 208

Chapter 208: The Invitation

Before Rong Yu could reply to anything, Deng Yu called, his tone full of complaint.

Deng Yu: "I'm so done with that stupid, brainless younger brother of mine. He's dead set on getting into the entertainment industry. Now, he's taken a fancy to a role in a drama and is throwing a tantrum, begging me to get it for him."

Rebirth: Spoiling the Obsessive Film Emperor Chapter 207

Chapter 207: Unexpected

The two men rubbed their hands together, brimming with enthusiasm, eagerly awaiting the flood of traffic and popularity, and also waiting for their employer, who hired them, to pay the full balance once this task was accomplished.

Rebirth: Spoiling the Obsessive Film Emperor Chapter 206

Chapter 206: The Twin Jades CP

By the time the two returned home, Weibo was already exploding.

No other reason—because the set of black martial arts attire photos of Rong Yu released by the Shenming official Weibo had successfully dazzled the audience.

Rebirth: Spoiling the Obsessive Film Emperor Chapter 205

Chapter 205: This Life, To You

Both of them were people of action. As soon as the idea came up, Yin Chengjue took Rong Yu to "This Life, To You."

"This Life, To You" was a very famous place for custom wedding rings. Its slogan was "This heart is only for you, this love is only one," and it stipulated that each person could only come to this store to custom order a pair of rings once in their lifetime. Also, each person could only receive the other half of a pair from this store once.

Rebirth: Spoiling the Obsessive Film Emperor Chapter 204

Chapter 204: Relationship

After hanging up Yin Qiushi's call, Yin Chengjue's expression relaxed considerably.

Yin Qiushi was right. That kind of anonymous letter was inherently provocative. If he really believed it, he would have lost.

Besides, asking him to call Yin He and inquire, "Did you marry Feng Chengda back then because you were carrying me?" — he would most likely get a scolding from Yin He ten times out of ten.

Questioning his mother's character would be a bad idea—unless Yin Chengjue had been missing his mother lately and felt like inviting her to travel all the way back to give her precious son some 'affectionate' care.

Yin Chengjue felt he had been quite busy lately; video calls were enough, no need to disturb Madam Yin's enjoyment of her precious free time.

Coincidentally, Rong Yu walked out of the dressing room just then, his footsteps drawing Yin Chengjue's gaze.

There, leaning casually against the doorframe with arms crossed, was a man dressed in a full-length black robe, a sheer golden gauze outer garment, a golden belt cinched at the waist, and auspicious-cloud-patterned boots. His long hair was loose, his complexion fair, his sharp eyebrows slanted, his nose bridge high and straight, his thin lips a vivid red, and the corner of his mouth lifted slightly to one side, revealing a hint of a smile.

"Brother, how do I look? Handsome, right?" Rong Yu's voice carried a trace of pride. Clearly, he had already posed in front of the mirror before coming out to show Yin Chengjue, confident that Yin Chengjue would like this look.

"Handsome. The sect leader has just time-traveled to the modern era; you've had a long journey," Yin Chengjue said with a laugh.

Sally also came out, glanced at her watch, and said, "Alright, let's quickly take this set of photos now. Then I need to go organize the PR team."

Rong Yu asked curiously, "Brother, have you already thought of the game setting and character roles you want to develop? Otherwise, how will we promote it?"

Yin Chengjue nodded confidently, "Already thought of it. Guaranteed to match this outfit of yours."

The informed Sally remarked quietly from the side, "If others knew that President Yin would have a team design an entire game story setting just because of a role you wanted to audition for, I wonder what they would think."

Hearing this, Rong Yu looked down at his costume and guessed, "Could it be... a wuxia-themed mobile game?"

Yin Chengjue put on an inscrutable expression and shook his head.

Sally gave Rong Yu a hint: "That scope is still too narrow. Besides, there are so many mobile and browser games with wuxia story settings now, all sorts of characters have been done. Going that route has no novelty at all."

"The wuxia scope is narrow? Then is it xianxia? The mortal world isn't enough, so we add the heavenly realm and the underworld?" Rong Yu speculated while following the photographer's directions for poses.
[Wuxia features heroic martial artists in a human-centric world, while xianxia involves immortal cultivation, magic, and celestial realms in a fantastical universe.]

Everyone here was hired by Sally, having collaborated with her many times. They knew what to listen to and what to pretend not to hear.

Of course, Yin Chengjue also knew that with many people around, mouths could be loose. Some things still in the confidential phase wouldn't be explained in detail here.

"I'll tell you carefully when we get back," Yin Chengjue took out his phone, also snapped a few photos of Rong Yu, and then casually updated his phone's wallpaper.

"Brother, aren't you going to take a photo with me?" Rong Yu sat on a green bench and patted the empty space beside him. "We don't necessarily have to post it; I just want to take a photo together."

"My outfit doesn't match yours at all," Yin Chengjue waved his hand. "After finishing a few sets for you, we can post them tonight. It'll catch up with the promotion before your audition tomorrow, giving everyone a first impression."

Then, Yin Chengjue added, "Also, you didn't think we rented this entire floor of the photography studio, hired makeup artists, stylists, photographers, and prop assistants, just to take one set of photos for you, did you?"

Rong Yu: ???

Rong Yu: "Didn't you say it yourself? Take one set of photos to post tonight?"

Yin Chengjue: "What we'll post is just this black wuxia outfit you're wearing now. We still need to shoot several other sets to keep, releasing one set every so often until we've posted all the game character outfits."

Rong Yu was genuinely shocked this time: "In such a short time, you've already designed the game character outfits? That's way too fast! Don't you need someone to draft sketches, then finalize the drawings, and then go through a selection process?"

Generally speaking, those processes should exist. However, Yin Chengjue had already gone through them in his previous life.

Of course, he didn't do it himself, but he provided the investment funds and personally supervised the entire process.

So, even though there were no finished game character costumes now, Yin Chengjue could rely on his memory to have people hastily make them according to his specifications.

Although not all the outfits were completed yet, they could shoot what they had—after all, they couldn't finish shooting the entire set of character costumes in one day anyway.

So Rong Yu changed outfit after outfit, feeling increasingly puzzled, utterly unable to discern what the game's story setting actually was.

If it was wuxia style, Rong Yu also saw modern attire. If it was supernatural fantasy style, Rong Yu also saw Western fantasy-style costumes.

In short, there was a bit of everything, all sorts mixed together, no discernible specific setting. It seemed as if Yin Chengjue had just been impulsive, randomly grabbing a few sets from a costume prop shop to make up the numbers.

After finishing the shoot, Rong Yu's curiosity peaked, but he still restrained himself. Only after both of them got into the car did he eagerly ask for the answer.

Yin Chengjue: "I told you before, I want this game, based on its original storyline characters, to also crossover with other characters. These characters can include all anime character roles willing to sign under Shenming."

In other words, as long as the authors were willing to sign the corresponding contracts, characters from those anime could crossover into the game, be given skills, and become one of the game's characters.

Rong Yu frowned as he listened: "But wouldn't that be way too complicated? Without a unified background, wouldn't it just be a jumble, a mishmash? Could that be fun?"

"So, I thought of a background that could reasonably accommodate all of this," Yin Chengjue said.

"Oh? What is it?"

Yin Chengjue: "It's a type of novel that's become quite popular on those fiction websites lately—'infinite flow'."
[Infinite Flow (无限流): a Chinese web novel and fiction genre where characters are forced to cycle through a series of dangerous, supernatural, or game-like parallel worlds and scenarios, battling to survive and complete objectives to earn points or power.]

At this point, a glint of light appeared in Yin Chengjue's eyes, as if he could see the bright prospects of this game once it was developed.

"Don't underestimate this setting; its capacity is incredibly strong," Yin Chengjue said. "Because each world in an infinite flow story can be different, players can choose which world they want to play in from the game's main control panel. This allows for many small worlds, and each small world can have different game rules."

They happened to encounter a red light ahead. Yin Chengjue's car gradually came to a stop. Taking advantage of these dozen or so seconds, Yin Chengjue looked at Rong Yu: "And I've also thought of a name for this infinite game: 'Source of Dimensions'."

"Once this game is made, besides crossovers with the anime characters the company signs, it can also be adapted into an animation, and even into live-action TV series and movies," Yin Chengjue continued. "By then, as the first artist to promote this game's character outfits, it wouldn't be a problem for you to participate in acting, right?"

Rong Yu was stunned for a moment. After processing for a few seconds, he realized something and widened his eyes: "You've even planned out what I'll act in the future?"

Yin Chengjue said earnestly, "Of course. I'm serious about being your sugar daddy. I cover food, lodging, warming the bed, work, and the future."

Rong Yu: "..." 

Thinking about it carefully, that seemed indeed to be the case. He couldn't refute it.

So Rong Yu broke into a radiant smile, leaned over, and planted a kiss on Yin Chengjue's cheek: "I knew it! Agreeing to let brother be my sugar daddy back then was the right choice! The sugar daddy relationship is definitely the best~"

Yin Chengjue: "..." He felt there was something off about these words.

Yin Chengjue: "Xiao Yu, I've wanted to say this for a long time. Actually, besides the sugar daddy relationship, can we confirm some other relationship? For example, lovers?"

"Huh? Aren't we already lovers now?" Rong Yu was taken aback.

Yin Chengjue hurriedly said, "No, what I mean is, we haven't formally confirmed it."

Rong Yu: "But isn't the lover relationship included within the sugar daddy relationship?"

Yin Chengjue: "..." Why do I feel your relationship classification is a bit... unique?

"Moreover," Rong Yu said somewhat discontentedly, "We've already consummated our marital relationship. That shows our sugar daddy relationship has reached the highest level."

"Wait, wait, wait!" Yin Chengjue had only brought it up casually, but he hadn't expected to dig up an even stranger relationship framework. "What do you mean 'the highest level of the sugar daddy relationship'? In your mind, how many relationships does the sugar daddy relationship encompass?"

"The sugar daddy relationship includes the lover relationship, the cohabitation relationship, and the marital relationship, right?" Rong Yu looked at Yin Chengjue with a puzzled expression, clearly thinking what he just said was common knowledge.

Yin Chengjue: "..." So, when I agreed to be your sugar daddy back then, in your heart, you thought we got married on the spot?

Seeing Yin Chengjue not answering, Rong Yu asked with a displeased expression, "Do you think what I said is wrong?"

"Right! Absolutely right! So what we're missing now are two pairs of wedding rings, one certificate, and one wedding ceremony." As Yin Chengjue spoke, the red light ahead finally finished its countdown. Yin Chengjue gradually accelerated while asking, "Which brand's rings do you think look better?"

Rong Yu was puzzled: "Why two pairs of wedding rings?"

Yin Chengjue: "One pair for engagement, one pair for marriage."

Rong Yu's ears turned slightly red, but he still deliberately teased, "Talking about engagement only now is a bit late, isn't it? If I were a woman, I could have already borne you a bunch of children, running all over the place."

Yin Chengjue proactively admitted his fault: "It was my lack of consideration. My mistake." Actually, Yin Chengjue had thought about it, but he felt that before these steps, they should at least meet each other's parents. Even if they couldn't get their blessings, they could at least let them know that there was such a person who had become part of their family.

Rebirth: Spoiling the Obsessive Film Emperor Chapter 203

Chapter 203: Biological Father?

Simply put, directly posting a picture on Weibo with similar clothing and makeup to that Demonic Cult Leader looks too deliberate. It seems as if it's specifically posted to say: Come and take a look everyone, doesn't this character from the book match me very well? Am I not a perfect fit for the role?

If this happens, there will definitely be some people who run to the official page of this drama to post the picture.

Now, the official auditions haven't even started yet. Such behavior is no different from forcing a sale. If Rong Yu ends up not being selected during the audition, it will inevitably lead to public mockery. The official side will also find it difficult to respond. In the end, both sides will be unhappy, and Rong Yu's image in the eyes of the general public will be significantly diminished.

This thing called public favor, you could say it's not important, and it really isn't. Because the general public usually doesn't care about albums released, products endorsed, or dramas performed by celebrities they don't follow. Things like celebrity endorsements, advertisements, signed merchandise, and dramas are mostly driven by fans. Fans are the main consumers of an artist's endorsed products and merchandise, and they are also the main force behind an artist's promotion.

But public favor is also very important. When something really happens, the power of the general public is often much greater than that of fans. Artists with good public favor can also maintain a good reputation within the entertainment industry.

Although Yin Chengjue never explicitly stated it, he had always discussed with Sally and agreed to cultivate a relatively sunny image for Rong Yu, focusing on building good public favor.

This kind of thing isn't achieved by one or two posts; it requires a steady, long-term effort, built up bit by bit.

So even these small details must be carefully considered.

"The game promotion is just a gimmick. I can first announce a verbal production plan, then try to start a character imitation challenge, where everyone can participate in a character makeup imitation activity." The more Yin Chengjue talked about it, the more feasible it seemed. He immediately noted it down in his phone's memo.

That night, Yin Chengjue posted on Weibo, presenting his idea in a casual, daily-life style.

The next day, after learning about Yin Chengjue's plan, Sally brought the makeup artist and stylist to work on Rong Yu.

While the makeup artist and stylist were working on Rong Yu, Yin Chengjue stood outside, originally waiting to see the final look as soon as it was done.

However, while waiting, his phone dinged. An unfamiliar text message suddenly popped up.

Yin Chengjue saw the unfamiliar number at first glance and thought it was spam. He clicked on it intending to delete it, but upon closer look, he realized the content from the unfamiliar number was quite...substantial.

Anonymous: Want to know who your real father is?

Seeing this string of words, Yin Chengjue raised an eyebrow slightly. Before he could think much about it, the same number sent another new message.

Anonymous: If you don't want your mother's dirty past exposed, immediately transfer ten million to this account.

It was followed by a string of account numbers, as expected.

Yin Chengjue still ignored it. Seeing these two sentences, only one thought flashed through his mind—if I really am not Feng Chengda's seed, I should buy several more rolls of firecrackers to set off today.

Although this thought somewhat tarnishes his own mother's character, the mere idea of being able to completely sever ties with Feng Chengda made Yin Chengjue feel uncontrollably excited.

While Yin Chengjue was lost in his own reverie, the anonymous sender grew impatient.

Anonymous: Yin Chengjue, I'm not joking with you. Hurry up and send the money. Otherwise, just wait to see your mother's dirty past—how she carried a bastard and made an honest man take responsibility—all over the internet!

Yin Chengjue: Wait.

Yin Chengjue quickly sent a word back.

After sending it, Yin Chengjue immediately regretted it. This is a text message, not WeChat. Sending multiple messages separately costs money!

So, for the next message, Yin Chengjue tried to type more.

Yin Chengjue: Don't rush to post it yet. Let me first have my assistant buy a few more rolls of firecrackers from the store downstairs, and then hire more water army. Once you post this news, I'll immediately have the water army create momentum to push this news to the top of the trending search list, making sure everyone knows about it.

Also, do you have DNA proof? The ironclad kind that can prove I have absolutely no connection to that Feng Chengda. If you have it, you must definitely post it. If you don't, I can... Ah, I definitely won't help you forge it. This kind of deceptive behavior is unacceptable, lest it traces back to me—I won't take the blame for that. You'll have to carry it yourself. Hmm, what I mean is, if it can be proven that I share no blood relation with him, and considering his past neglect in raising me, I wouldn't have to bear the obligation to support him in the future.

Of course, this is under the condition that it's proven he and I are unrelated. If the proof is fake, then I'm sorry, the responsibility lies with you, since you're the one releasing the news.

Well, that's all I have to say. Is there anything else you need to add?

Oh right, regarding my mother, I can only regretfully say, who told her to be my mom, and not me to be her mom? So what she did back then, I can't now travel back in time and crawl out of her womb to stop her. Even if I really could crawl out, I couldn't possibly suggest she abort me, right?

So, your threats are really aimed at the wrong person. Because emotionally and logically, I can't condemn my mother for this matter. Because the person she was pregnant with back then was me. No matter whose seed I am, I am me. If I condemn my mom, I deny myself. If I blame my mom for such actions, I negate my own birth. It's a paradox!

Do you understand what I mean?

Anonymous: ...

Yin Chengjue: Actually, I kindly suggest you could take this news to threaten my biological father, if this person really isn't Feng Chengda.

Anonymous: ... You said it yourself. Let's hope your biological father isn't too terrified upon seeing this news.

Seeing this message, Yin Chengjue frowned slightly: Could this person actually have evidence? Could it be true that I share no blood relation with Feng Chengda?

Soon, the anonymous person sent the next message.

Anonymous: Haven't you ever wondered why Yin Qiushi remains single until now? With his ability and Yin Changhong's support for him, what kind of woman couldn't he have? Yet he has remained single all this time, wholeheartedly managing the Yin Group. As an adopted son, to the Yin family, he is an outsider by blood. As long as you a little harder, as long as your ability isn't too poor, the Yin family would ultimately fall into your hands. So why is he working so hard? To manage an empire that doesn't belong to him?

Anonymous: Everyone speculates about his reasons. Is it merely because of Yin Changhong's years of raising him? No. But actually, it's very simple. Because everything he does isn't for others, but for you.

Anonymous: Because he is your real biological father! All these years, he has been paving the way for you!

Yin Chengjue: I am 26 years old now.

Anonymous: ...?

Yin Chengjue: To be honest, the reason my uncle hasn't married is because he had a vasectomy thirty years ago. I've seen his surgical report. That is to say, if I really were his seed, then I must have survived in my mother's womb for over four years. That would be a medical miracle!

Anonymous: !!!

Yin Chengjue: You'd better pick someone else. I really can't accept the father you've chosen now. I can give you money. Remember to find a handsome, elegant-looking man, the kind who clearly looks like a business elite. That way, at least we might look somewhat like father and son.

Anonymous: ...

Yin Chengjue: I say this without any derogatory meaning, but my uncle's face... I'm not saying it's bad... Let me put it this way: if I grew a bit more facial hair, we could pass as brothers. If you put a long women's wig on him, he and my mom could be street-styling sisters. Although I don't look exactly like Feng Chengda, standing next to Feng Chengda, I at least look more related than standing next to Yin Qiushi.

Otherwise, why do you think Feng Chengda, after fighting with Yin Qiushi within the Yin Group for so many years, never suspected for a moment that I might be blood-related to Yin Qiushi? Because it's simply impossible!

After sending that last long message, there was no response for a long time. He didn't know if the person really went to find Yin Qiushi or was so angered they disappeared.

Yin Chengjue re-read the messages, but his expression gradually darkened.

He was lying. The so-called vasectomy for Yin Qiushi didn't exist. He just wanted to test the anonymous person, to see if they would go find other "biological fathers" for him because of this.

If they really found others, it would prove this was a scammer. If they firmly insisted it was Yin Qiushi...

Then it would be necessary to verify it.

Yin Chengjue's finger quickly scrolled to the phonebook entry with the name "Yin Qiushi." After hesitating for a moment, he still dialed.

The call connected quickly. Yin Qiushi's tone conveyed surprise: "How rare for you to call me on your own initiative."

"Yin Qiushi." Yin Chengjue called the other's name with a serious tone.

Yin Qiushi was clearly taken aback on the other end, also made serious by Yin Chengjue's tone: "Has something happened?"

Yin Chengjue: "Just now, someone threatened me, saying if I didn't do as they demanded, they would expose that you are my real biological father."

"Pfft! Cough, cough, cough!..." A violent coughing fit came from the other end, accompanied by the assistant's concerned voice, "Mr. Yin? Are you alright?" Yin Qiushi repeatedly said he was fine, then spoke into the phone: "If I were really your biological father, then the Yin family bloodline must be incredibly powerful for you to perfectly avoid inheriting my facial features, face shape, curly hair, hair color, body shape, and height?"

Rebirth: Spoiling the Obsessive Film Emperor Chapter 202

Chapter 202: Wuxia Style

Rong Yu had recently been waiting to audition for a role in 'The Wandering Swordsman' and had been diligently studying and practicing the character's lines.

Fortunately, Yin Chengjue had made it through his busiest period; the remaining tasks could be handed over to his staff, so he gave himself a few days off.

Of course, the main reason was that Rong Yu had been suffering from back pain these past few days and couldn't get out of bed.

Yin Chengjue placed the freshly cooked porridge on the bedside table to cool and picked up Rong Yu's script to run lines with him.

The role Rong Yu had his eye on was a villain in 'The Wandering Swordsman' — the Demonic Cult Leader.

The Wandering Swordsman is a wuxia novel that skillfully blends the popular modern elements of transmigration and a "system."

Told through the eyes of its female lead, Li Xiaochen, the story uses clever humor to paint a vivid and dynamic picture of the martial arts world.

It explores timeless questions: What is right and wrong? Who gets to decide what is truly righteous or evil? Can anyone really draw a clear, permanent line between good and bad, or black and white?

Even the monks living in secluded temples—who claim to have left worldly troubles behind to focus solely on Buddha—find themselves inevitably tangled in human affairs. They are caught in a messy web of everyday problems that can't be easily cut loose or neatly sorted out.

The novel strikes a humorous tone, but its comedy is far from shallow or fleeting—not the light, forgettable kind that disappears the moment you stop laughing. Instead, its humor carries depth, often weaving in sharp satire and clever wit that lingers in the reader’s mind long after the smile has faded.

And while it incorporates these contemporary twists, that doesn't stop all the classic wuxia drama from unfolding. It still features that essential, time-honored trope: the righteous sects uniting to crusade against the demonic cult.

In fact, it often feels like a wuxia story isn't complete without at least one or two grand assemblies where the righteous path marches against the demonic cult's stronghold.

If this were a harem-style wuxia story centered on a male lead, the demonic cult would inevitably include one or more female members who fall for him, eventually betraying their sect to aid his cause.

If it were a romance-focused wuxia tale, the female lead's charisma would undoubtedly ensnare not only the Demonic Cult Leader but also his trusted guardians, drawing them all under her spell. Any clash between the righteous and the demonic would then revolve around competing for her favor.

If it were a danmei novel, the Demonic Cult Leader would likely be fated either to form an unbreakable bond with the righteous path’s most brilliant rising star, to be entangled in a complex relationship with another figure, or to walk a lonely road to the end.

In short, as long as a story carries the label of a wuxia novel, the role of the Demonic Cult Leader is essentially a given—even if the character who holds that title can meet vastly different ends.

And The Wandering Swordsman is naturally no exception.

The Demonic Cult Leader role Rong Yu wants to audition for meets a solitary end in The Wandering Swordsman. It's not because this leader is ascetic, indifferent, or cold-hearted, but because he is arrogant, willful, unrestrained, and looks down on everyone.

Of course, his arrogance has its capital: he is a martial arts prodigy. The old cult leader's unique martial arts techniques—he only needed one glance to memorize them, a few practices to master them fluently. By age twelve, he had already learned all the old leader's skills. At fourteen, he descended the Demonic Mountain to gain experience. Within half a year, he had defeated all the top contenders on the martial world's power ranking at the time, as well as every famous martial arts master, throwing the entire martial world into chaos.

Many of the older generation he defeated couldn't bear the blow. Some chose to retreat into seclusion for cultivation; others secretly sent assassins after him. There were also sects that wanted to recruit him, all of which the fourteen-year-old youth refused.

Later, when some learned he was from the demonic cult, they immediately discarded their olive branches, accusing him of winning through unfair means, using evil arts and forbidden techniques.

In short, these people absolutely refused to admit they were defeated by a fourteen-year-old boy. They preferred to believe he was a little demon, one who used evil arts and forbidden techniques to defeat them.

So they jointly devised a trap, wanting to eradicate this "little demon" root and branch. The young Demonic Cult Leader, due to his lack of experience, indeed fell into the trap and was maimed in one eye and one hand by those self-proclaimed righteous heroes.

In the end, it was the old cult leader who intervened, fighting to retrieve his cruelly tortured disciple.

However, rescuing someone from so many martial arts masters was no simple task. The old leader desperately saved his mutilated, bloody disciple and brought him back to the demonic cult. But he himself was left dying, unable to survive that winter.

After that traumatic experience, the spirited, willful, and yet essentially kind, free-spirited young man was gone for good. The moment the old leader drew his last breath, the young man’s own spirit broke—and his personality twisted entirely.

From then on, he became known for his cruelty, ruthlessness, unpredictability, depraved indulgence, and wild mood swings. He held a deep hatred for those who called themselves the “righteous path,” scorning their shallow, hypocritical preaching. He delighted in peeling back their false appearances to expose the black hearts and rotten insides hidden beneath—exposing those filthy, ugly, rotten, and foul masses of decay to the sun.

And so, one event after another began to ripple through the martial world.

The above is the character background story of the Demonic Cult Leader in The Wandering Swordsman.

Of course, the story is not told from the Demonic Cult Leader's perspective but from that of a transmigrated female lead. Therefore, the overall style of the book is playful, funny, fresh, and brisk. If one doesn't read deeply, it might seem like a story you can just breeze through with laughter, and the same would apply if adapted into a drama.

"This Demonic Cult Leader role, though not the male lead and with even less screen time than the third male or female lead, has a character richness that might even surpass the male lead's," Yin Chengjue analyzed. "I suspect the author who wrote this story truly wanted to write about this Demonic Cult Leader. Although the male lead, female lead, and the main protagonist group appear frequently, the impression they leave might not be as strong as the Demonic Cult Leader's first appearance."

Since the story is written from the perspective of the system-transmigrated female lead, it naturally wouldn't detail the Demonic Cult Leader's childhood experiences. When the female lead arrives in the book's world, the Demonic Cult Leader is already twenty-four, ten years past those events.

The female lead in the story comes with a system. To complete the various tasks the system issues, she has no choice but to run around everywhere. During her journeys, she meets the male lead, second male lead, third male lead, second female lead, third female lead, and other key plot characters. Then, with the help of this protagonist group, her martial arts gradually improve, and she revives and expands her original sect.

During the process of the female lead getting to know the members of the protagonist group, her first encounter with the Demonic Cult Leader occurs during a trip into the mountains to gather herbs.

Since the world is seen through the female lead's eyes, this is also the Demonic Cult Leader's first appearance in the book.

Crimson red cords tied back some jet-black hair, while the rest of the dark locks fell like fine silk. The man's skin, rarely exposed to sunlight, appeared pale and bloodless, making his sword-like eyebrows seem even blacker and denser, his peach-blossom eyes enchanting and alluring. His pitch-black pupils were deep and dark, as if no light could penetrate them. Beneath his straight, tall nose, his thin lips were a vivid red, like dripping blood.

The man wore a robe of deep black, its collar embroidered with cloud patterns in gold thread. The waist was cinched with gold and red threads intricately embroidered with large clusters of spider lilies, the patterns so lifelike they seemed freshly plucked from the banks of the River of Forgetfulness in the underworld and inlaid upon the fabric.
[Spider lilies: flowers deeply associated with death, the afterlife, and final farewells in East Asian folklore. They are traditionally believed to grow along the banks of the River of Forgetfulness in the underworld, guiding souls and symbolizing loss, reincarnation, and the haunting beauty of memory]

In the middle of the golden belt was set a white jade glass bead, complemented by surrounding obsidian, making the white jade as clear as a cat's eye.

A gold and jade ornament, shaped like a circular ring and strung with red cords, hung from his waist. Beneath it dangled three red bells. With every step, the bells emitted a uniquely crisp sound.

When the female lead first sees this Demonic Cult Leader, she hears this distinctive bell sound first, then looks up to see the man leaning against a tree branch, propping his chin with one hand, looking down at her.

Because the author endowed the Demonic Cult Leader with absolute good looks, even though he lost his left eye and wears a half-mask and a wooden prosthetic hand on one side, his handsomeness remains undeniable.

So it is in the original work. Therefore, the most basic requirement for anyone wanting to audition for this Demonic Cult Leader role is—handsome, beautiful, so exceptionally handsome as to provoke heaven's envy, so stunningly beautiful as to topple cities and kingdoms.

Otherwise, they are destined to face public ridicule.

Thus, Yin Chengjue was certain that not many would dare to audition for this Demonic Cult Leader role.

Yin Chengjue looked carefully at Rong Yu's face again, somewhat worried. "I don't think I've seen you play a male role in wuxia attire before. I'm not sure if you can pull it off."

"How will I know if I don't try?" Rong Yu lay on his pillow, clenching his fists. "I really like this character. I want to give it a shot. If I don't get it, it's okay; at least I will have tried my best."

"Hmm, I have an idea," Yin Chengjue said, snapping his fingers.

"Shenming's next step is game development. I've done some research; web games aren't very suitable anymore. Mobile games are more convenient to download and play, so the target is mobile gaming. The character models will be based on anime-style characters." Yin Chengjue explained, "First, establish a broad framework—a relatively expansive story background. This way, on the foundation of the original game characters, we can also incorporate characters from various anime through 'crossover' events, forming a small collection within the 2D world." 

Yin Chengjue continued, "However, the early-stage promotion for the mobile game still requires a lot of preparation. I want to find some celebrity artists to endorse it, specifically by wearing costumes of the game characters. So, if you want to try the wuxia style, you can first try wearing those game character outfits. This way, during the game's promotional phase, others can also see how well you suit this type of attire."

Rong Yu was almost dizzy from Yin Chengjue's explanation. "To see if I suit it, can't we just find an outfit and have me wear it for you to see? Why make it so complicated?"

Yin Chengjue shrugged. "In my eyes, you look good in anything. But if you just wear that outfit, take photos, and post them on Weibo, it would seem like you're absolutely determined to get that role. Then, whether you get the role later or not, people will have something to gossip about. It's better to first frame it under a different pretext."

Rebirth: Spoiling the Obsessive Film Emperor Chapter 201

Chapter 201: Want to Try?

Another week flew by, and Shenming launched its newest animated production online. Thanks to the prior publicity, the main series and its accompanying animated shorts were met with immediate and enthusiastic support from fans upon release

Simultaneously, Yin Chengjue announced through the official website that Shenming would establish a comprehensive audiovisual platform capable of hosting original novels, fan fiction, original comics, fan comics, original audio dramas, fan audio dramas, and more.

Due to the extensive range of content to be covered, the website's operation would require higher program specifications and specialized, regular maintenance. Therefore, Shenming would soon expand its recruitment once again.

For this website project, corresponding contracts also needed to be drafted.

The contracts would be tiered by level, a standard corporate practice for identifying and securing top talent.

Clear distinctions were necessary, whether for editor contracts or author contracts.

To finalize all of this, Yin Chengjue immersed himself in the new company for a full week, barely managing to complete the work.

Counting everything together, Yin Chengjue hadn't been home for half a month.

If not for advanced technology allowing video calls, and the fact that Yin Chengjue made a point to work over video chat with Rong Yu each evening, Rong Yu might have suspected him of keeping a mistress outside.

"Brother, can you come home tonight?" Rong Yu leaned against the headboard, holding a script in one hand and a pen in the other. But instead of reading quietly, he had rolled the script into a tube and was tapping its end against his chin intermittently.

"The materials are done, but they still need to be organized. Otherwise, it's too messy and hard to find things later," Yin Chengjue placed his phone, with the video call active, on a stand beside his computer, positioning the camera to face him.

Rong Yu stared for a while, then suddenly smiled. "Brother, I've realized that your scruffy, unkempt look is pretty cool too. Don't shave before coming back; I want to feel your stubble."

Yin Chengjue looked at him. "You seem quite free? Don't need to memorize your lines? In that case, why don't you come to my company tonight?"

Rong Yu's eyes lit up. "Really?"

Yin Chengjue raised an eyebrow. "When have I ever said no?"

Rong Yu immediately shifted from leaning to sitting upright. "I thought you didn't want others to see me at your new company."

Hearing this, Yin Chengjue thought for a moment and nodded. "I actually do prefer you not to come here during the day."

Rong Yu's expression instantly stiffened.

Yin Chengjue then quickly added, "Because many of our employees here are your fans. I'm afraid if you came, you wouldn't even make it to my office before they tore you apart and devoured you. By the time you reached me, there might not even be bones left. I'd have to cut you out of their stomachs, meticulously piece the flesh back together, stuff the bones in, stitch the skin up needle by needle, and then pump the blood back in."

Rong Yu: "..." Should I thank you for your determination, or thank myself for my resilient vitality?

Thirty minutes later, Rong Yu pushed open the door to Yin Chengjue's office, only to find no one at the desk and the computer already turned off.

Rong Yu reached out and touched the computer tower—it was still warm, meaning it had only been turned off recently.

Rong Yu had seen the layout of Yin Chengjue's office during their video calls, so he knew it adjoined a private bedroom. He walked straight to the bedroom door and opened it without hesitation.

The bedroom was decorated in tones of blue. A recessed shelf was built into the wall near the door, holding some everyday items. Yin Chengjue's suit jacket and tie hung on the back of the door. Rong Yu reached out, picked up a corner of the suit jacket, and brought it close to smell. The suit jacket was still warm, carrying the distinct, clean scent unique to Yin Chengjue.

Rong Yu took off his shoes, changed into the slippers already placed on the mat, and began removing his clothes as he walked in.

The air conditioning in the bedroom was on, the temperature just right. Light came from the inner bathroom. Rong Yu looked through the steam-frosted glass; though the view wasn't clear, his mind automatically conjured the image.

Rong Yu licked his lips, directly turned the bathroom doorknob, and with his other hand, tossed away the last item of his clothing—his shirt.

Inside the bathroom, the scene was hazy with steam and water.

No one stood under the shower; only a puddle of water remained on the floor. However, a sturdy arm rested on the edge of the pure white bathtub.

"Brother?" Rong Yu called out, but received no response. He quickly walked over and only upon getting closer did he hear faint snoring.

Yin Chengjue had actually fallen asleep right there in the bathtub.

The water in the tub was still warm, soaking Yin Chengjue's skin until it was flushed red.

"Brother, it's dangerous to fall asleep here," Rong Yu sighed helplessly. He reached into the bathwater, one hand supporting under Yin Chengjue's knees, the other arm wrapping around his shoulders, and lifted Yin Chengjue out in a horizontal carry.

There was a size difference between the two of them, making Rong Yu holding Yin Chengjue this way seem somewhat awkward. But Rong Yu was naturally strong and didn't find it strenuous, though he did feel a twinge of reflection—he noticed his brother seemed to have grown a bit taller again and, consequently, a bit heavier.

Why was it that, eating identical meals in the same portions, Yin Chengjue continued to grow taller while he himself had stopped? Rong Yu found it genuinely perplexing.

Rong Yu dried off the dripping wet Yin Chengjue. Yin Chengjue still didn't wake up, clearly showing how exhausted he had been lately.

"You don't have to push yourself this hard, do you?" Rong Yu sighed, gently placing Yin Chengjue on the bed. He then took out his phone and opened the location tracking interface.

Seeing the deep blue dot and the bright red dot flashing and overlapping at the same position on the green grid-like light screen, Rong Yu showed a satisfied smile.

"Although you haven't come home for half a month... considering you've been staying at the company the whole time, not running around elsewhere, and there's no scent of anyone else on your clothes or in your bedroom, I'll forgive you." Rong Yu poked Yin Chengjue's cheek, then gently turned him over. He leaned down and lightly kissed the spot between Yin Chengjue's shoulder blades.

"Brother, do you know? An angel's wings grow from right here, you know." As he spoke, Rong Yu traced his fingertips over the two prominent bones of Yin Chengjue's scapulae. When his touch reached the lower area, his index finger followed the bone structure and pressed down, immediately feeling something small, hard, like a tiny pebble.

Upon feeling this object, Rong Yu seemed to gain a sense of comfort. His expression grew even more tender. He chuckled softly, a low sound, and seemed unable to get enough of touching that spot.

"Fortunately, fortunately you haven't discovered it yet... Ah, brother, you are so careless. Luckily it was me who placed this. What if some malicious person implanted something like this in you? What would you do then?"

After a moment's thought, Rong Yu laughed at himself mockingly. "Then again, besides me, who else would do such a thing to you? I'm probably overthinking it."

The pressure must have disturbed him, because Yin Chengjue let out a soft, sleepy groan and began to wake up.

Hearing the sound, Rong Yu quickly withdrew his hand from Yin Chengjue's shoulder blade. He switched to gently rubbing Yin Chengjue's face, his voice soft. "Brother, how could you fall asleep in the bathtub? Don't you know how dangerous that is? If I hadn't come, you might have slipped under the water."

"Xiao Yu..." Yin Chengjue turned over, pulling Rong Yu, who was leaning on one elbow beside him, into his arms. He nuzzled his chin against Rong Yu's fine, soft hair. "You're here. Come, sleep now."

Rong Yu: "...You asked me to come find you just to sleep?"

Yin Chengjue, his eyes barely open, simply nodded. "Mm, sleep in my arms."

Rong Yu, dissatisfied, pinched Yin Chengjue's face. "Bro-ther! I cleaned myself up specially before coming!"

Yin Chengjue let out a "hmm," then leaned in close, taking a deep breath against Rong Yu's neck. He sighed contentedly. "Mm, indeed, you smell nice. Very pleasant."

Rong Yu: "..." That wasn't just for you to sniff!

Rong Yu lifted his foot and nudged Yin Chengjue's thigh. "Brother, we haven't seen each other for half a month!"

Yin Chengjue: "So, were my morning, noon, and evening video calls for nothing?"

Rong Yu complained, "Is watching a video the same as seeing someone in person? Is seeing the same as touching? Is the simultaneous engagement of all five senses the same as relying on just one?"

"Of course not. That's why I'm holding you right now, isn't it?" Yin Chengjue's smile held a hint of teasing. His voice, still drowsy, was magnetic and deep, like the gentle pull of a cello string. He tightened his embrace around Rong Yu and chuckled. "Or perhaps, you want me to do something else?"

The sound made Rong Yu's ears tingle pleasantly, and his round earlobes flushed red first.

"N-no, isn't that right? It's been half a month..." Rong Yu mumbled.

"But Xiao Yu... I'm so sleepy right now..." Yin Chengjue's tone carried a note of playful whining. "How about... you take the lead, and I'll watch you?"

"Ah?" Rong Yu didn't grasp his meaning immediately.

"You do the work. I'll watch." Yin Chengjue didn't mind repeating it.

Rong Yu blinked, a faint blush rising to his cheeks. "In that case... could I... could I tie your hands and feet?"

Rong Yu licked his lips. "I've wanted to try this for a long time. Since you're too lazy to move now, why not indulge me?"

With that, not waiting for Yin Chengjue's agreement, Rong Yu quickly jumped off the bed and then... pulled several lengths of rope from the pants he had discarded on the floor!

Yin Chengjue: "Are you sure this is a spur-of-the-moment idea?"

Rong Yu blinked with an innocent expression. "It absolutely is a spur-of-the-moment idea. These ropes were just prepared beforehand. They don't count as being specially prepared for today."

Yin Chengjue: "...Well, actually, I suddenly feel like I'm not sleepy anymore."

Rong Yu smiled brightly. "Too late, brother."

Ten minutes later, Yin Chengjue lay on the bed, each wrist bound with separate ropes tied to the headboard, his arms spread wide open. His feet were secured in the same manner.

Rong Yu sat astride Yin Chengjue, holding a phone in one hand while the other gently trailed down Yin Chengjue's body. He grinned and said, "Brother, you look absolutely beautiful like this."

Rebirth: Spoiling the Obsessive Film Emperor Chapter 200

Chapter 200: Massage

"Bang!"

The sound rang out again, clearly carrying a sense of urgency.

It was hard to imagine how Qin Linlin managed it, but after each sound, plaster dust would fall from the ceiling, as if someone was really pounding on the floor above.

While mentally commending Qin Linlin for the convincing effect this time, Yin Chengjue secretly passed the "Truth Gun" into Lei Miao's hand. 

Just earlier, inside the elevator, Yin Chengjue had already decided on the culprit in his mind and pressed the trigger of the "Truth Gun," silently spraying the paint inside onto Xiao Xiao.

Truth be told, Yin Chengjue hadn't found any concrete evidence proving Xiao Xiao was the culprit. His suspicion stemmed solely from the detail that when Xiao Xiao pointed out Rong Yu was the undercover on the treasure hunting route, Rong Yu didn't give a definitive answer. From this, Yin Chengjue realized Xiao Xiao might be lying.

Before this, Yin Chengjue could still suspect Xiao Xiao of being either the undercover or the culprit. But now, with everyone having chosen to reveal themselves, aside from the undercover, the only one who could still lie would be the real culprit!

Yin Chengjue shared his reasoning with Lei Miao, who agreed.

However, just as Lei Miao secretly aimed the water gun at Xiao Xiao, ready to settle things with one shot, Xiao Xiao seemed to have eyes in the back of his head and dodged with a side step!

The water gun shot missed. Lei Miao was momentarily stunned, while Xiao Xiao revealed a smile.

As their eyes met, the triumphant smile that had been on Lei Miao's face faded. In contrast, Xiao Xiao's expression grew even more pleased.

Because at that moment, Lei Miao realized something.

For this detective route vote to identify the culprit, it wasn't enough to just pick the person; they also needed to hit the culprit with the paint from the water gun.

If they accidentally hit the wrong person, or if the water gun ran out of water, it might mean the detectives would then be forced to choose the culprit only from those who had been sprayed.

Lei Miao compared his own physique to Xiao Xiao's and, for the first time in his life, reflected on how reclusive he had been over the years. If only he had exercised properly instead of spending all his time figuring out how to unlock the darkroom to secretly play games, he wouldn't be facing such a predicament today.

Realizing that dodging the detectives' water gun shots wouldn't violate the rules, Xiao Xiao relaxed considerably. He even tauntingly crooked a finger at Lei Miao, clearly not believing Lei Miao could hit him.

Successfully provoked, Lei Miao engaged in a game of chase with Xiao Xiao.

Seeing Lei Miao chasing Xiao Xiao, the players from the treasure hunting route naturally didn't want Xiao Xiao to succeed and rushed over to help.

Seeing Qin Ke blocking in front of Xiao Xiao, Lei Miao couldn't help but say, "He's the culprit! Don't protect him!"

Qin Ke: "If he is the culprit, then I must protect him even more, because if you correctly identify the culprit, we lose!"

Lei Miao: "...Damn! Almost forgot that damned game rule!"

"Hehe, exactly. So, until my teammate achieves victory, you can't catch me yet!" Xiao Xiao laughed.

Yin Chengjue: "But don't forget, if the culprit escapes, the game enters a special mode. The detective route is eliminated, and the culprit directly faces off against the players from the escape route and treasure hunting route. The culprit's victory condition is to seize the treasure sought by the treasure hunting route and escape from this place."

If the culprit successfully escapes, both the escape route and treasure hunting route are also judged as failures.

But Qin Ke said, "If you identify him now, we lose immediately. If you can't identify him, we can still buy some time!"

"Exactly. After all, at that point, it would be me versus six; my chances of winning are very low," Xiao Xiao said, not content with just hiding behind Qin Ke. He beckoned to players from the other two mission routes, "Come on, everyone, come protect me for now! As long as you protect me well, you can eliminate the detective route. What a great deal!"

"Hmm, although I really don't want to do this, under the rules, your logic is indeed not wrong..." Wei Shu couldn't help but say.

So, the others also stopped searching the room for clues and started gathering in front of Xiao Xiao to block for him.

And so, a chaotic group chase officially began.

Yang Ji: "Does this game really have to be played this way?"

Liu Qingling sighed with feeling, "What do you know? This is called a sense of ceremony!" Having said that, Liu Qingling picked up a piece of paper, rolled it into a tube, and faced the camera, "The program we are live broadcasting for everyone now is the upgraded version of 'Eagle Catches Chicks'—Eagle catches a chick protected by a group of hens!"

After finishing the recording of this final episode of "Don't Look Back in the Dark," it was already afternoon. The group was exhausted from playing, and they had also worn out the NPCs.

Finally, Hua Yun, playing host, invited the entire crew for a treat at a five-star hotel under the Hua Group, which was met with cheers.

Coincidentally, next to that hotel was a sauna house under the Yin Group, which also offered massages and foot reflexology. Yin Chengjue announced that all crew members' visits to the sauna house that night would be complimentary.

As this was the last episode of the first season of "Don't Look Back in the Dark," no one knew when the next season would be filmed or if the guest lineup would be the same, so everyone cherished this gathering.

A night of revelry ensued, with both hosts and guests thoroughly enjoying themselves.

Yin Chengjue helped Rong Yu, who was drunk and slumped under the dining table, out of the private room. They entered a dedicated elevator passageway and arrived at the pre-booked presidential suite on the top floor.

This top floor also had a large balcony with a warm pool arranged with artificial rocks and plants, creating a rather natural and romantic ambiance. The temperature of the pool water was just right.

Yin Chengjue had also been drinking, but he wasn't someone who got drunk easily. So, it was those who had urged him to drink who ended up drunk.

In contrast, Rong Yu genuinely got drunk after one cup. The trouble was, after getting drunk and collapsing, Rong Yu could still get up and continue drinking until he couldn't stand up anymore.

He couldn't be dissuaded. 

After reaching a certain level of intoxication, Rong Yu started calling Yin Chengjue's name, then searched all over the private room, even lifting the lid of a trash can to ask if Yin Chengjue was inside.

This left Yin Chengjue, who was right beside him, both amused and exasperated.

Fortunately, everyone in the private room was drunk by then, otherwise, it would have been hard to explain the situation.

Yin Chengjue carried Rong Yu to the bathroom to get cleaned up. The ordered sobering soup and tea arrived just then. After coaxing Rong Yu to drink it, Yin Chengjue carried him into the warm pool for a comfortable soak.

Amidst the shimmering water vapor, a somewhat recovered Rong Yu looked around dazedly, "Where am I?"

Yin Chengjue held him from behind, chin resting on Rong Yu's shoulder, nose lightly nuzzling Rong Yu's jaw, "In my arms."

"Brother?"

"Am I dreaming?"

"Why would you think that?" Yin Chengjue kissed Rong Yu's chin.

Rong Yu: "It just feels... unreal. That Brother is really by my side." Rong Yu's hands groped around, found Yin Chengjue's hand, and intertwined his fingers tightly with his.

"You saying that makes me a little sad," Taking advantage of the moment, Yin Chengjue gave Rong Yu's fingertips a gentle squeeze. "Here I am, providing food, shelter, bathing, massages, and warming the bed every single day, and you still doubt whether I'm really by your side."

"I don't mean it that way..." Rong Yu turned his head to meet Yin Chengjue's eyes. "Brother, I'm a very greedy person. Once I get what I want, I won't let go. If one day you grow tired, annoyed, and want to leave, I'm afraid I won't be able to help myself from doing terrible things to you."

Yin Chengjue chuckled softly, his voice a low murmur, "Then you may be waiting a very long time indeed. Perhaps until our hair turns white and we can barely walk, that thought still won't have crossed my mind."

"Silver-tongued," Rong Yu reached up and pinched Yin Chengjue's lips.

Yin Chengjue slightly opened his mouth and took Rong Yu's pinkened finger, warmed by the water, into his mouth.

Rong Yu twisted around within Yin Chengjue's embrace, the motion sending ripples across the water's surface. Glittering droplets slid down Rong Yu's flushed skin.

Placing his hands on Yin Chengjue's broad shoulders, Rong Yu leaned in and kissed his Adam's apple.

"Brother, today, let me give you a proper massage," Rong Yu let out a low, husky laugh, his tone laced with unmistakable allure.

Yin Chengjue felt his whole body go limp from that voice, his throat tight and dry. "When did you master the art of massage? Is your technique any good?"

"Whether my massage skills are good or not, Brother can find out firsthand by experiencing it, right?" Rong Yu laughed.

Yin Chengjue leaned back, resting his arms on the edge of the warm pool, appearing lazy and casual. "Then I'll have to properly enjoy it. Xiao Yu, I have very high standards."

"Of course I won't let Brother down."

And so, that night, Yin Chengjue enjoyed service that was meticulous, thoughtful, and extraordinarily attentive to his every need.

Although this massage therapist was a novice who had just learned his skills online, and his technique was still somewhat inexperienced, it was more than sufficient when applied to Yin Chengjue.

The only issue was Rong Yu's lack of practical experience. He used too much force in some places, leaving himself breathless and exhausted by the end—his back sore, waist aching, hands and feet weak, without even the strength to stand up from the warm pool after finishing Yin Chengjue's massage.

In the end, it was Yin Chengjue who carried the novice little therapist out of the pool, cleaned him, dried him off, and carefully laid him on the soft large bed.

Yin Chengjue then immediately lay down next to his little therapist, blowing gently into his ear, "Xiao Yu's skills are indeed excellent. I've fallen in love with this feeling instantly. You must use this talent more often in the future, Xiao Yu."

"Get lost!" The exhausted little therapist immediately changed his attitude, no longer as eager and earnest as when he had first invited Yin Chengjue to experience his newly acquired skills.

Yin Chengjue's tone held a hint of grievance, "Are you discarding me after using me?"

Rong Yu retorted, "...I told you to let me handle everything, but you kept moving on your own! And you wouldn't stop! Do you have any idea how much your actions undermined my technique?"

Yin Chengjue quickly rubbed his head to comfort him, "Alright, alright, I was wrong. Next time I'll cooperate fully. I'll do whatever you say, absolutely no acting on my own!"

Rong Yu's expression softened a bit, "Really?"

"Really!"

Rebirth: Spoiling the Obsessive Film Emperor Chapter 199

Chapter 199: Suspicions

Yang Ji was shocked: "How did you know?"

Liu Qingling looked elsewhere with a sorrowful expression: "It's a long story. Ever since I secretly peeked at your sister-in-law's WeChat that one time... I've never wanted to eat durian again..."
[kneeling on a durian is a popular humorous metaphor for a wife severely punishing her husband]

The onlooking young masters: "..."

The world of adults is indeed something we don't quite understand.

But that didn't hinder their enjoyment of the drama.

However, the time for drama was brief. With the second "Boom!", signifying that demolition preparations above had begun, it was time to run if they didn't want to be trapped.

"Hurry up. I, Wei Shu, and Lei Miao are on the detective route. Those on other mission routes, reveal yourselves too," Yin Chengjue urged.

Hua Yun: "I, Rong Yu, and Liu Qingling are on the escape route."

That left the remaining three—Yang Ji, Xiao Xiao, and Qin Ke—on the treasure hunting route.

Lei Miao said, "Well, I'm the detective route's inspector. My undercover agent can verify my identity, so that water gun can be handed over to me."

Beneath the water gun lay an instruction manual. The water gun was loaded with colored water; spraying the colored water on the identified murderer would confirm the choice. As before, there were two chances. The three of them could each choose their suspected target the first time. The one with the highest votes would be considered the chosen target. If all three chose different targets, one wrong answer could be eliminated, and then a choice made between the remaining two, with the one receiving more votes considered the chosen target. Abstaining was not allowed.

"Wait, who is our undercover agent? The undercover agent should step forward now," Yin Chengjue reminded.

Yang Ji cleared his throat lightly: "Here. I'm the detective route's undercover agent. I can verify that Lei Miao is the inspector."

The others: "..." Who was it that stubbornly refused to admit being the undercover agent just now?

Yin Chengjue: "..." So, he's really the undercover agent.

Yin Chengjue looked at Wei Shu. Wei Shu had no choice but to raise both hands: "Yes, yes, I'm the undercover agent, the escape route's undercover agent. Huazi is my inspector."

Everyone turned their gaze to Rong Yu and Liu Qingling, wanting to know which of the two was the treasure hunting route's undercover agent.

Then they saw Xiao Xiao direct his gaze at Rong Yu: "Rong Yu is our undercover agent."

A flicker of surprise passed through Rong Yu's eyes, but he immediately responded with a smile, seemingly acquiescing.

"Then, these important items should be given to the team leaders of their respective mission routes first," Liu Qingling suggested.

No one objected to this.

"Now, is everyone ready?" Liu Qingling asked.

Everyone: "Ready!"

So, according to plan, Xiao Xiao turned off the lights, Lei Miao opened the door, and the group charged out to meet the mutants wandering the corridor.

Originally, their plan was to move as quietly as possible in complete darkness.

However, the corridor lights seemed determined to thwart them—they lit up the moment they stepped out!

The corridor lights were on!

Fully illuminated!

The mutants opened their mouths full of sharp teeth and let out strange roars: "Aoww aoww!"

Yang Ji: "Ahhhh!—"

Wei Shu glanced at Hua Yun with a slight sense of obligation. "Should we put in the effort and scream a little too, you know, to enhance the atmosphere?"

Hua Yun showed disdain: "Scream if you want to. I certainly won't."

While the young masters were not very good at creating horror vibe, they easily created a competitive running vibe. They stretched their long legs and thundered down the corridor.

Their immediate goal was to get off this floor; after that, they would focus on their individual mission tasks. For now, speed was everything!

They were moving so swiftly that, for the moment, the pursuing mutants couldn't even begin to close the distance.

The nine split into three groups, but their current goal was the same: they all ran towards the elevator.

The lower floor had been searched. The treasure hunting route hadn't found the Water of Life, so naturally they needed to go up. The escape route also needed to go up. The detective route's target was the murderer, so they naturally needed to follow the others.

Yang Ji quickly recited a tongue twister sequence. The elevator issued a "ding," successfully activated, and began its slow journey upwards.

Just as the elevator doors slid open and the mutants crammed inside began to swarm out, Yin Chengjue shouted loudly: "One, two, three, wooden man!"

The broadcast sounded promptly: "Player Yin Chengjue uses skill 'Wooden Man.' All players and mutants except Yin Chengjue himself must stand still and cannot move! Anyone who moves voluntarily will be considered in violation of game rules and immediately eliminated!" 

Simultaneously, the mutants that had rushed out of the elevator froze in place!

The other players instantly: !!!

"Yin Chengjue! What kind of insane skill is this!" Wei Shu protested, though his feet obediently stopped moving.

Yin Chengjue glanced at him: "Saying that, do you want to stay here by yourself?" As he spoke, Yin Chengjue picked up Rong Yu, who was also frozen in place, carried him into the elevator, then proceeded to haul several other immobilized people inside.

Wei Shu immediately changed his tune: "Oh! Dear God, what a humane skill card! It perfectly solves our current predicament. Oh! Handsome, dashing, elegant, and charming President Yin, could you trouble yourself just a bit more to let me also enjoy the support of your sturdy arms?"

Rong Yu smiled brightly: "Shu Shu, my CP's arms are only for me, you know~"

"Huh?" Before Wei Shu could react, Yin Chengjue grabbed him by the collar and, like lifting a chick, hauled him into the elevator.

Wei Shu: "Cough, cough, cough! Are you trying to strangle me!"

Yin Chengjue had already swiftly pressed the elevator's close button. At the same time, the Wooden Man skill's duration ended. The elevator began to ascend. The mutants left behind on the floor below could do nothing but watch as the elevator ascended, hammering their fists uselessly against the sealed doors.

But even so, the crisis wasn't over. Not only because there would likely be mutants waiting when the elevator doors opened above, but also for another reason—during the earlier corridor run, almost all of them had been touched by the mutants. The mutants' hands were coated with red paint. Looking now, every single one of them had red paint stains on their clothes to some extent.

"What does it mean to be marked with this? Does it mean we're infected too?" Rong Yu asked.

Yin Chengjue: "That's possible."

"Then what do we do? Will we turn into mutants too?" Wei Shu also grew anxious: "Does this count as mission failure?"

Liu Qingling suggested: "Then let's carefully search every room on the second floor to see if we can find an antidote!"

"Why look for an antidote?" Hua Yun wiped the red paint off his hands with a tissue. "First, we need to know that our mission routes don't say being infected by mutants results in mission failure."

"Eh? Now that you mention it, that seems reasonable!"

However, before they could relax, Qin Linlin's voice came through the broadcast again.

"Friendly reminder: Once players are stained with the virus paint from mutants, they will be considered infected with the virus. Within ten minutes of infection, if they do not obtain the blood of Experimental Subjects No. 1, No. 2, and No. 3, they will turn into mutants without independent consciousness, oh~"

"What? Experimental subjects? This whole lab has so many experimental subjects; how are we supposed to find Experimental Subjects No. 1, 2, and 3!" Wei Shu protested.

Rong Yu, Yang Ji, and Hua Yun: "..." They knew those three numbers marked on the bottom of their chairs were definitely going to cause trouble.

At that moment, the elevator doors opened.

However, to their surprise, no crowd of mutants lay in wait. The area outside the elevator was empty and silent—an unsettling quiet.

"What? No mutants?" Yang Ji found it hard to believe: "That can't be right? We saw so many before we ran down; it can't be that only the group that came out of the elevator earlier exists!"

"Could it be they returned to the rooms? Look, those rooms are all open now... Huh? What's this, surveillance?" Liu Qingling quickly noticed the monitor in the hall.

"What is this monitoring?"

Rong Yu said: "It monitors downstairs. We saw you from this monitor earlier, but didn't have time to watch much because the rooms soon opened and the mutants came out."

Yin Chengjue: "What triggered the rooms opening? Or, what happened before that?"

Yang Ji said: "We saw you on the monitor and wanted to regroup with you. Then we figured the elevator was our best bet, so we started working on the lock. The moment we got it open, all those room doors unlocked too."

"They came out of those rooms, but what about you?" Yin Chengjue looked around, finally settling his gaze on the room with the open door directly facing the monitor screen.

"That one. We were tied to chairs with ropes," Yang Ji proactively led everyone towards that room.

Yin Chengjue's tone was deliberately casual. "Impressive. Blindfolded and still managing to get yourselves untied. Do you all practice... similar skills at home?"

Liu Qingling: "Tsk tsk tsk, President Yin, we're still on camera here. Making such suggestive jokes really isn't appropriate, is it?"

Yin Chengjue: "...I meant practicing escape techniques... Teacher Liu, what are you thinking of?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, Teacher Liu, we're still on camera here. Talking about those games for two or more people involving props isn't very suitable, is it? The crackdowns are pretty strict lately! You can't even find much on Baidu anymore," Qin Ke said with a laugh.

"Hey! This isn't the bus to kindergarten! Time to get off!" Yang Ji said helplessly.

Yin Chengjue had originally wanted to fish for information to determine if they had encountered anyone else while tied up, but the conversation was derailed. It would seem too deliberate to ask again now.

The group entered the only open room together. They saw three chairs placed in the middle of the room, ropes scattered beneath them. The room's condition roughly matched what Yang Ji and the others had described.

Rebirth: Spoiling the Obsessive Film Emperor Chapter 198

Chapter 198: Forming CP

After Yin Chengjue finished speaking, Rong Yu looked up. The two made eye contact, as if sparks were crackling and flying between them. 

Rong Yu: "You think the three members of the escape route also can't be ruled out as suspects?"

Yin Chengjue: "Or rather, the three people on the escape route have the greatest suspicion."

Rong Yu: "You're looking for the suspect, so you're on the detective route?"

Yin Chengjue didn't avoid it at all: "Yes."

The others: ???

Seriously? You just directly exposed your detective identity like that, is that really okay?

"In my opinion, the detective route has always been the most prominent main line, so, there's no need to hide or conceal it," Yin Chengjue said directly.

Last time Yin Chengjue got the detective route, he also revealed his identity very quickly.

"But, who can prove you're not lying?" Wei Shu's face was full of disbelief.

A slight smile tugged at the corner of Yin Chengjue's mouth: "Right, so, even if I say I'm on the detective route, how many of you would actually choose to believe me?"

"I believe you!" Rong Yu looked at Yin Chengjue, his expression serious: "I'll believe whatever you say!"

Yin Chengjue: "Next time, I'll have Sally take you to audition for a drama that requires cross-dressing."

Rong Yu: "?"

Seeing Rong Yu's momentarily confused expression, Yin Chengjue couldn't hold back a laugh: "Didn't you say you'd believe whatever I say?"

Rong Yu: "...I didn't say I don't believe you. I'm just thinking, do you have an obsession with women's clothing, or do you think I'm not suitable in men's clothing?" As he spoke, Rong Yu widened his eyes, pouted, and put on an aggrieved expression: "In your eyes, has my men's attire become unworthy of me already?"

Yin Chengjue: ??? Is it really okay to talk about this here?

Yin Chengjue was stunned for a moment before realizing this was a variety show recording. Rong Yu was probably creating show effects, so he cleared his throat and played along: "How could that be? In my view, in the phrase 'you wearing women's clothing,' the focus isn't on the women's clothing, but on you!"

Having said that, Yin Chengjue took one of Rong Yu's hands in his and kissed the back of it.

The others: =口=!

"Juezi! So this is the reason you've been single for so many years?" Qin Ke was the first to exclaim.

Yin Chengjue shot him a glance: "No one here is deaf. You're yelling so loud, are you afraid no one knows how long I've been single?"

Qin Ke's eyes widened: "Do you need me to spread the news about you being single? Go check and ask yourself, which of your middle school or university alumni doesn't know you earned your single status through sheer capability?"

Yin Chengjue frowned: "Why would they know?"

Qin Ke: "Do you have some misunderstanding about your looks?"

Yin Chengjue: "Are you sure it wasn't you, the loudmouth, who spread it?"

Qin Ke: "I only contributed a very small part to the cause."

Yin Chengjue clenched his fist, cracked his neck, glanced at the nearest camera, and said calmly: "Cut the next ten minutes."

Ten minutes later, Yin Chengjue walked back to his original spot, took Rong Yu's hand again, and said to the camera: "Alright, let's continue."

The others: ...I bet a cucumber that Qin Linlin won't cut those ten minutes but will specially edit them into behind-the-scenes footage to post on Weibo...

Rong Yu blinked, raising his hand to Yin Chengjue's lips with an obedient expression: "Start again from this step?"

Yin Chengjue pretended to think for a moment before saying: "The director told me, since it's the final episode anyway, let's go big. Form as many CPs as possible, create a stir and then leave. Look, Hua Yun and Wei Shu already went straight to the 'ground press' earlier. For our pairing, just kissing the back of the hand seems a bit shabby, doesn't it?" 

Wei Shu: "What? What did you say? That little girl secretly discussed this with you?"

Qin Ke laughed heartily: "That's definitely her style!"

Rong Yu was momentarily stunned, not expecting Yin Chengjue to suddenly say this, and looked somewhat bewildered: "Then how far should we go?"

Actually, Qin Linlin hadn't said these things; Yin Chengjue just suddenly remembered that Qin Linlin once said: the more open and aboveboard you are, the less interest people have in digging deeper; the more you cover up and hide, the more you attract people to investigate. Usually, when it comes to gossip, the best method is to take the path of the marketing accounts, leaving them with no path to take.

So, Yin Chengjue had a sudden idea: "How about we just go straight to the 'being kept' step? Someone's definitely going to spread rumors about it anyway."

Rong Yu immediately cooperated flawlessly... by taking a pen and paper from his pocket, swiftly signing his name on the bottom part of the white paper, then stuffing it into Yin Chengjue's jacket pocket, saying in a breezy tone: "Name your own price, I'll take care of you!"

"Hahaha! Perfect, perfect! Xiao Yu, you really didn't let me down. Don't worry, if this segment airs, I'll buy you a trending topic. The headline will be #Shocking! The Eldest Young Master of the Yin Group Actually Does This!#" Wei Shu clapped and laughed.

"Ugh! Your headline belongs on a different platform! Don't use that clickbait style from certain news apps here on Weibo. You'll hook people and then force them to download an app first, and by the time it's done, they've forgotten why they even started. Trending topics on Weibo need to be simple and direct. Let me show you—just use the three-word hashtag #RongYuKept. People will definitely grab their popcorn and pull up a chair to watch." Lei Miao spoke up.

Yin Chengjue: "How many have you 'watched' to have so much experience?"

Lei Miao thought for a moment: "Not too many, I suppose. Basically, any headlines like that, I've clicked on them to see. Then I tell my dad, 'Look, young masters who keep celebrities like this are the real "profligate heirs." Someone like me, who just scrolls through Weibo, watches dramas, and plays games, is, at most, a homebody."

As soon as his words fell, a static noise suddenly came from the room's speaker, followed by Qin Linlin's voice: "First warning. Please take the game seriously and do not waste time."

At the same moment, a loud "BANG!" echoed from outside the door. Immediately afterward, a thick cloud of powdery dust began to fall from the ceiling with a puff puff sound.

"Whoa! What's going on!" Wei Shu, who got a noseful of dust, immediately jumped up.

"The game has a time limit? You didn't tell us that before!" Qin Ke hurriedly patted the dust off his head and clothes.

"No, actually, there was a hint." Hua Yun said: "Didn't the story background say? This underground lab is going to be demolished, which is why Dr. Fu asked us to come quickly to retrieve things."

Wei Shu: "But the demolition time hasn't arrived yet! There are still three days before dismantling!"

Hua Yun: "So, guess how many days have passed now?"

Wei Shu: "Do you think I'm a three-year-old? From the start of recording until now, it's been at most three hours. My stomach tells me that! It demands from me every three hours!"

Hua Yun: "...So you think with your stomach?"

Wei Shu: "...I hereby announce, the Wei-Hua CP is officially BE. Those who shipped this pair, your ship has sunk! He sank it! Drove an excavator to sink it overnight!"

Hua Yun: "...So, can the Hua-Wei CP officially announce now?"

Wei Shu: "..." Expletive!

"Um... Young Master Hua's meaning is probably that we can't measure the game's time with our normal time. Because we can't really film for three days, the filming time for the variety show is definitely compressed. That is to say, although only three hours have passed, three days might have already passed in this storyline." Xiao Xiao couldn't help but interrupt: "Also, while you all were neglecting your duties, I've already unlocked the passwords for these three boxes. Even if you want to win by doing nothing, at least give me a camera angle. You damn long-legged people are perfectly blocking all the cameras facing me!" 

Liu Qingling and Yang Ji quickly moved aside. Only then could Xiao Xiao turn his gaze to them, his previously disdainful expression instantly softening: "Ah, you two teachers, I wasn't talking about you. You can continue standing in your original spots, it's fine!"

"Hahaha, no need to be so polite~"

"Yeah, yeah."

After a pause, the two suddenly realized something and fell silent in unison.

It's fine if we don't move aside... does that mean we don't deserve the term "long-legged"?

Why do his words sound so polite, yet we feel the damage is particularly great?

Fortunately, with Xiao Xiao's reminder, everyone realized the urgency of time. They quickly opened the boxes and respectively retrieved a key, a door access card, and a water gun?

Wei Shu: "What does this water gun mean?"

Rong Yu: "There are words on it: Truth Water Gun."

Lei Miao: "There are words on the access card too! Exit Access Card!"

Xiao Xiao: "There's a note stuck to the key, it says: Treasure Chest Key."

So, these are the important items for the detective route, escape route, and treasure hunting route!

"That's it? Three items directly placed in three side-by-side boxes? It's that simple?" Yang Ji found it strange. After doing so many episodes of "Don't Look Back in the Dark," this was a first.

"No, it's not simple. The test has arrived." Yin Chengjue's gaze swept over everyone's faces one by one as he slowly said: "Because the problem now is, who do we give these three things to? Let me be clear, within our three mission routes, there are moles. If an important item ends up in a mole's hands, then that mission route will miss out on victory."

Yang Ji held his head and wailed: "It's the final episode! Do you have to strain my brain cells like this? The production team has no heart!"

Liu Qingling patted Yang Ji's shoulder: "That's a bit exaggerated."

Yang Ji slapped Liu Qingling's hand away, pressed his own microphone with one hand, and whispered: "What do you know? If I exaggerate my actions a bit, they can be edited into the preview! Guaranteed to catch attention!"

Liu Qingling: "You know to cover your own mic, so why are you whispering right next to my mic?"

Yang Ji immediately turned to face the nearest camera, his expression serious: "I also announce, the Yang-Liu CP is officially BE. Disband the super-topics and fanfic sections! Remember, the one who sank your ship wasn't me, it was him!"

Liu Qingling coughed lightly: "Although I also want to declare domineeringly: the Liu-Yang CP is officially announced, my wife prefers to ship Yang-Liu, and I remember my younger brother's wife ships this pairing too, so we..."

Rebirth: Spoiling the Obsessive Film Emperor Chapter 197

Chapter 197: Self-Exposed

"Wait, that's not right. They are being a bit too obedient, aren't they? The one that passed by us earlier showed some reaction to us." Yang Ji found it strange. "They seem to be asleep, they haven't even moved."

Upon hearing Yang Ji's words, a sentence from the experimental report flashed through Yin Chengjue's mind: once a person is infected with the virus, they will purposefully seek out normal people, to scratch and bite them, until they confirm the other person is infected, then they will leave to find the next target.

At that time, they were still in the early stages of the experiment, and everyone referred to this source as a virus. Later, after Dr. Fu's in-depth research, this contagion source was glorified by him as the "Genetic Modification Source."

The experimental report did not specify what would happen to those injected with this "Genetic Modification Source," nor whether they would retain the previous habits of the infected. But thinking in this direction, the reason these infected individuals ignored Liu Qingling seemed explainable.

To test his guess, Yin Chengjue also felt his way towards that room. However, before he could reach the door, his hand was grabbed.

Rong Yu's deliberately lowered voice came through: "Where are you going?"

Yin Chengjue: "I'm going in to take a look too."

Rong Yu: "Then I'm going too."

But as soon as Yin Chengjue reached the doorway, he heard a strange roar from inside.

This sound instantly startled everyone else.

"Are the infected becoming agitated? Why? Did Lao Liu touch something?" Yang Ji instantly became nervous.

Yin Chengjue felt his way forward another step. His hand had just touched the room door when a chorus of strange roars erupted from inside the room!

These roars didn't affect Yin Chengjue much, but the few people gathered around the computer screen light watching the surveillance footage were startled. As they moved, the clothes blocking the light slipped off, instantly exposing the computer's light!

"Roooar!" Well, that was all it took. The four infected people immediately sprang to life as if injected with adrenaline, rushed out the door, and charged straight at Yin Chengjue, who was closest to the door!

The computer light had stimulated these infected, but it also allowed Yin Chengjue to see their movements clearly. Seeing them charge at him, he immediately pulled Rong Yu aside and grabbed a nearby chair to block in front of himself.

Blocked by the chair, the infected NPC looked up and met Yin Chengjue's eyes, which in the faint light exuded an icy aura. Seeing his unwelcoming stance, the NPC had no choice but to temporarily ignore the "scratch Yin Chengjue once" instruction coming through his earpiece, and turned to chase Wei Shu and Lei Miao.

Thus, in this room lit only by one computer screen, a rather peculiar scene unfolded.

Wei Shu and Lei Miao ran around the room, laughing and joking, while two bizarrely dressed individuals chased after them. The whole space was filled with Wei Shu's teasing voice: "Come on~ come catch me~ can't catch me~"

The two bizarrely dressed individuals, tired from running, went to grab Qin Ke and Xiao Xiao. So, the previous scene was copy-pasted.

Even Yang Ji, who had initially been screaming in terror, was now numb.

Liu Qingling: "..." The perfectly good horror atmosphere has been completely ruined by you all.

Yang Ji couldn't help but comment: "With you all acting like this, I feel like I won't be afraid to go to haunted houses anymore."

The other two bizarrely dressed individuals had already been lured outside by Hua Yun, who then locked the door, leaving them outside.

Once the horror atmosphere was destroyed, everything became simpler.

They opened the room doors, herded the infected out into the corridor, closed the doors again, completely clearing these three rooms to facilitate a thorough search.

This time, the harvest was obviously substantial. Yin Chengjue searched the middle room, which had once been the bedroom of Dr. Fu's wife. A photo frame of Dr. Fu and his wife sat on the desk, and the cabinets contained a lot of information confirming the identity of the room's occupant.

The reason for saying 'once' was because Dr. Fu's wife had died ten years ago.

The reason the detectives had come here this time was precisely because they received a letter of commission from Dr. Fu. The letter entrusted the detectives to find the culprit who killed his wife ten years ago.

Ten years had passed without the culprit being caught, so Dr. Fu's words in the letter didn't express much hope; he merely wanted the detectives to come investigate here once more, and he had prepaid the retainer fee.

But who would have thought that upon arriving, they would encounter all this?

They originally thought the matter of finding the murderer was just a lie to lure people here, but unexpectedly, Dr. Fu's wife really had died ten years ago.

This entire room looked clean and tidy, clearly having been regularly cleaned and tidied. And besides Dr. Fu, no one else would likely come here to clean.

"But, since this is a room Dr. Fu regularly cleans, why would there be infected inside? Shouldn't it be well protected?" Wei Shu was somewhat puzzled.

"Yeah, since Dr. Fu wants to find the real culprit and protects his deceased wife's room so carefully, he must cherish it dearly. Logically, he shouldn't let others in, unless..."

"One of those four infected is his wife!" Everyone quickly arrived at the same thought!

"By the way, did anyone see the faces of those four infected?" Wei Shu looked around but found everyone's expressions rigid.

"So..." Yin Chengjue slowly spoke, "the reason those two infected persistently chased us and kept waving in front of us was because they wanted us to see their faces?"

"Not necessarily. None of us know Dr. Fu or his wife. Even if they waved in front of us, we wouldn't recognize them!" Qin Ke expressed confusion.

But after voicing this confusion, everyone suddenly realized something and simultaneously looked at the three who had rejoined the team later.

"Have you... already met Dr. Fu?" Liu Qingling squinted, scrutinizing Yang Ji.

Yang Ji waved his hands repeatedly: "I haven't!"

Yin Chengjue: "Only moles and the murderer can lie. If you're not a mole on some mission route, then you are the murderer the detective route is looking for."

Yang Ji wore an innocent expression: "I really haven't! Lao Liu, you know me, I can never hide things on my face!"

Liu Qingling: "...Aren't you ashamed to say that? Do you think nobody watches the shows? Your feat of being a mole on the 'Soaring Through the Skies' variety show and fooling everyone is already widely known, okay?" 

Yang Ji: "It's not that exaggerated!"

Wei Shu said with a grin: "It is, it is. My mom loves watching your show the most. She always says you're her idol!"

Yang Ji's face lit up with surprise: "Ah, that is truly an honor!"

Wei Shu: "So, Teacher Yang, you don't need to be too modest. Being a mole is really your strong suit. You'll definitely succeed this time too! Go for it!"

Yang Ji waved his hand, smiling: "Ah, you flatter me, you flatter me. Look at this kid, so good with words... ahem! But those last two sentences are wrong. I'm really not a mole this time!"

Rong Yu and Hua Yun: "..." They didn't know if you were lying, but we do! Since you can lie now without a broadcast warning, it means you must be either a mole or the murderer. Now that you've denied one, in our eyes, it's as if you've exposed yourself as the murderer!

Rong Yu clenched his wrist in secret regret, lamenting why he wasn't on the detective route this time, otherwise he would have won already!

Hua Yun felt the same regret, because Hua Yun, like Rong Yu this time, was on the escape route.

Also on the escape route with them was Liu Qingling.

But among these three known escape route members, there was one mole.

Hua Yun, as the escape route team leader, discreetly glanced at Rong Yu and Liu Qingling. Having observed until now, he still couldn't determine for sure who the mole among them was.

The possibility that the mole was Rong Yu seemed quite high.

Yin Chengjue was also observing their micro-expressions. In his view, Yang Ji, Rong Yu, and Hua Yun must have met Dr. Fu, because when he raised the question earlier, Hua Yun and Rong Yu hadn't answered him directly, only Yang Ji had.

Therefore, in his eyes, Yang Ji held an identity that could lie. Furthermore, Yang Ji himself had denied being the mole. This raised the question of whether Yang Ji was in fact the murderer.

Yin Chengjue rubbed his chin, not entirely sure how much truth was in Yang Ji's words.

"Let's sort out this story line again," Liu Qingling suggested. "After all, no matter which route you're on, you need to know the story."

"Sure, hearing this story sounds good anyway," Hua Yun agreed.

Liu Qingling: "Then I'll start. Ten years ago, an accident occurred in this lab, causing most of the lab members to mutate. Everyone knows this, right?"

The others nodded.

Liu Qingling: "Then, based on the clues in this room, Dr. Fu's wife died before this accident. The cause of death was murder. There were three culprits; two have already been caught by Dr. Fu, and one escaped. So for ten years, Dr. Fu has been searching for him. That's also correct, right?"

Liu Qingling: "Dr. Fu discovered that the outcome of this accident had research value. So, he chose to continue researching in secret, even against his superiors' wishes, right up until recently. He finally cultivated three ultimate experimental subject. So he sent invitation letters to the treasure hunting squad and the detective agency, inviting them to search for the 'Water of Life' and the culprit who killed his wife, respectively." 

Liu Qingling: "So, the treasure hunting squad and the detectives came. Three unauthorized intruders also came simultaneously; they were unexpected by Dr. Fu."

"So, that means the person Dr. Fu wants to find is definitely not among those three on the escape route?" Rong Yu followed this logic to a conclusion.

"That's not necessarily true," Yin Chengjue quickly refuted Rong Yu's conclusion. "Because those who can break into this abandoned lab at this time are, in all likelihood, connected to the events of ten years ago."

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 220 Part 2

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