The Rebirth of the Cultivation Leader Qin Zhao as a Celebrity

"Yes, he was a worker who died unjustly during the construction of the Dragon King Temple. His soul has been lingering here, unable to find release. If you can help him leave, he naturally won't give you any trouble."

After Qin Zhao finished speaking, a translucent man appeared beside the Dragon King Statue, bowing repeatedly to her, "Thank you, thank you! I can finally go for reincarnation."

Qin Zhao looked at him, her lips curling into a smile, "You're welcome."

"Who are you talking to?"

The director and the others looked at Qin Zhao in horror, only to find that there was no one where her gaze rested.

"It's the person you all are supposed to help."

Hearing her words, everyone felt a chill crawl up their spine.

She could actually see ghosts and even converse with them!!

The crew used tools to move the Dragon King Statue and began digging the ground beneath it, indeed uncovering a skeleton.

"We found it, hurry up and go buy a good coffin!"

The director bowed repeatedly to the skeleton, "We mean no harm; sorry for disturbing you! We'll bury you properly now. Please go for your reincarnation and don't trouble us!"

Soon, the coffin was bought.

After they placed the skeleton inside, the storm clouds and lightning also faded.

Seeing the clear sky, everyone's expressions were somewhat complex.

Qin Zhao helped them find a decent burial site on the island to lay the skeleton to rest.

Once buried, the soul would be able to leave the Dragon King Temple, and a ghost messenger would come to fetch him.

Everyone returned to the Dragon King Temple, no longer in the mood to film.

"Qin Zhao, I've transferred five million to you. Did you receive it?"

"I did."

Hearing the conversation, Xu Yan, who was not far away, approached the director quietly and said, "Director, I think there's something fishy about this."

She glanced at the large pit inside the temple, "This hiding place for the corpse is so obscure, how could Qin Zhao know about it? Unless, she's the murderer!

It feels like she staged this whole scene deliberately just to cover up the truth and extort money!"

Xu Yan thought she spoke quietly enough for Qin Zhao not to hear, but in fact, Qin Zhao heard every word.

She walked over, looking calm and composed at Xu Yan, "Do you know how old that skeleton is?"

"How could I possibly know that?"

Xu Yan's eyes flickered, betraying a nervousness as if she had been caught speaking ill behind someone's back.

"That's a twenty-year-old skeleton; didn't you notice the marks of bugs and ants gnawing on the bones? It's proof of its ancient nature.

The locals all know there's something wrong with this temple, no one ever comes here, so the statues are dilapidated, cobwebs are everywhere, no repairs, no cleaning."

The director suddenly understood why the villagers they had met on the way had looked at them strangely.

"But with your brain, even if you did notice something, it wouldn't be of any use."

Qin Zhao stood with her arms crossed, her dark hair tied up high, dressed in black garments that strangely enhanced her beautiful features.

"You...! You're just making excuses!"

Qin Zhao scoffed softly, her lovely peach blossom eyes suddenly turning icy, a sternness of one in a high position etched between her brows, "Xu Yan, better not play any tricks in front of me; I have plenty of ways to deal with you."

"Director, she's definitely feeling guilty, I suggest we call the police! Let them investigate her!"

"Enough, stop making a fuss."

The director still chose to believe Qin Zhao and, with an impatient glance at Xu Yan,

having the police investigate would mean digging up the skeleton again. They had just managed to resolve this issue and did not want to invite more trouble! Better to do less than to do more!

After the incident at the Dragon King Temple, though the skeleton was buried, the film crew dared not continue shooting there, and the next day they hurried back to Imperial City.

"I'm sorry to have alarmed everyone. Our biggest investor, Mr. Wu Guanrong, knows about this and would like to invite everyone for a meal to calm your nerves."

Returning to Imperial City, the director had called over several key actors and crew members.

When they arrived at Imperial City, it was just four in the afternoon.

Qin Zhao didn't mind mooching a dinner, considering she was burdened with debt and a bit strapped for cash.

Furthermore, the place where Wu Guanrong was treating them to dinner was a five-star hotel.

The group headed to the hotel, with Qin Zhao and the director in one car.

He had intentionally arranged it this way, curious, he asked Qin Zhao, "How did you figure out there was something wrong with the Dragon King Temple? Just because the compass didn't work?"

"Of course not, I can see things you can't."

Like yin energy, evil energy, and souls.

When she had arrived at the Dragon King Temple, Qin Zhao saw a thick layer of yin energy and resentful energy enveloping the temple, and she knew there was something wrong with the place, otherwise it wouldn't have had such intense yin and resentful energies.

Then, using a spell, she figured out the origin of the souls.

Hearing Qin Zhao's explanation, the director couldn't help but recall her talking to the air, and he felt a creepy atmosphere in the car, involuntarily shivering.

"Haha, I didn't expect you to have such skills. Next time we go for a shoot, we'll have to have you check the place out for safety. The last master who did fortune-telling for me was totally unreliable."

Before they started shooting, they had hired a master for fortune-telling who said everything would go smoothly.

Yet this time at the Dragon King Temple, an accident had occurred, nearly costing lives.

That master was definitely questionable.

Qin Zhao glanced at him, "Just pay me."

"Of course, of course."

As the old saying goes, spending money averts disasters. People in the industry value feng shui and fortune-telling highly, so the director didn't think Qin Zhao was trying to scam him. If she really had the ability, he would rather spend more money.

Arriving at the hotel, Wu Guanrong came to soothe everyone, then he went to a private room next door.

He had another matter in the neighboring room.

But when he left, he took Xu Yan with him.

Before long, Xu Yan returned, walking arrogantly to Qin Zhao's side, "Hey, President Wu wants to see you." Her tone was tinged with schadenfreude.

Qin Zhao glanced at her nonchalantly and stood to leave.

Next door, she politely knocked on the door.

The one who came to open it was Wu Guanrong. Upon seeing Qin Zhao, he sized her up, his gaze evaluating her like an item, which made her quite uncomfortable.

"Come in."

Inside the private room, filled with smoke, sat several high-level executives from Guanghua Entertainment.

"Lao Wu, this Qin Zhao is even prettier than Xu Yan."

Someone remarked, and the others burst into laughter.

Wu Guanrong returned to his seat and lit a cigarette, then said to Qin Zhao, "Do you know that in this circle, you can only get far if you have backing? The Qin Family threw you out, haven't you thought about finding a new supporter?"

Xu Yan had complained several times, and Wu Guanrong had initially intended to warn Qin Zhao.

But after seeing her, he changed his mind.

After all, Qin Zhao's beauty was vibrant and striking, a type of attractive power. Demure and charming Xu Yan paled instantly in her presence, leaving Wu Guanrong feeling incredibly bland.

"Is it you?"

Qin Zhao stood up, looking down at him.

Her indifferent and disdainful attitude was like she was looking at an ant.

She snickered lightly, not saying anything else, but Wu Guanrong inexplicably felt insulted as if he were some trash in this woman's eyes.

Qin Zhao turned to leave, and Wu Guanrong shouted harshly, "Stop right there!"

He stubbed out his cigarette, "Do you still think you're that high and mighty Qin family princess? Someone like you, a vase so useless that even filming requires special editing, it's no wonder the Qin Family kicked you out.

Do you believe I can ruin your career in the entertainment industry if you walk out of here today?

Without this job, you'd probably struggle even to eat, right?"