"Uncle, it seems you've remembered!"
Yaoyao observed the changing expression on the fated person's face, a smile gracing her lips, her two sweet dimples especially dazzling.
"I... I'll try!" Li Wenbin's voice was a little hoarse. He instinctively felt that this matter was unreliable. But on second thought, could it really be just good inspiration that allowed him to so smoothly fix the originally obscure and confusing plot?
"Never mind. True or false, I'll know if I just ask." Li Wenbin hardened his resolve.
He then ran to his desk and, under the astonished gazes of the netizens, pulled out a thick stack of scripts. Then he continued, "The male lead's character design isn't full enough, it needs to be changed. The same goes for the female lead; how can she remain unsullied in a den of ruffians?"
"How about changing her to a villainess, and then they mutually redeem each other? I heard everyone likes that kind of story."
"Although it's meant for awards, one must also leave a fallback plan. If it's not selected, maybe it can break even if broadcast domestically, and won't lose money."
Li Wenbin's voice wasn't loud, but every word and his speaking speed made his words clear and forceful. For a moment, it was as if he was giving a lecture or a report to someone.
He was about to put pen to paper, but the next moment he found that the pen in his hand wouldn't fall.
"Ma... Master, is it here?" Li Wenbin's face turned pale. He inexplicably felt that the hand holding the pen was exceptionally cold.
Sure enough, there was a problem. How could he have been so foolish as not to notice such an obvious thing? He was truly a pig-headed idiot! He didn't even dare to turn his head, for fear of seeing an indescribable face.
[What's with this charade now?]
[Weren't you going to invite that thing out to talk? No incense, no paper ingots, not even tea. Do you really think it has no temper?]
The netizens originally expected to see a table set up, paper money burning, melon seeds and tea prepared—all ready for a good show. Who knew this person would suddenly pull out a script, talk to himself, and then play "one, two, three, statue" with them?
Ahhh! Li Wenbin, do you dare to mess with me?! Open fire! Open fire immediately!
"Hmm, it's here!" Yaoyao nodded. She ignored the netizens' anger, her expression serious as she looked at the fated person's side, where a hand was firmly pressing down on his writing hand.
It was a man in his thirties, his face pale, with a meticulously combed slicked-back hairstyle. He wore an elegant, long robe with joined sleeves, dressed like a scholar. However, at this moment, his face was contorted with rage. His bright eyes glared furiously at the fated person, and he began to curse loudly.
"Li Wenbin, you turtle's grandson! If you dare to change the script I helped you write, I'll kill you!"
"Uncle, no matter how bad you curse, it's useless. Uncle Li can't hear you." Yaoyao spoke calmly at this point. "If you truly don't want him to change the script, then tell us why you messed up the film crew so much!"
"You can see me?" The refined man heard the voice, his body still, but his head turned. He stared at the "phone," seeing a chubby little doll inside. For some reason, the doll's round, black pupils inexplicably sent a shiver down his spine, a feeling of terrifying dread. It was as if the figure before him wasn't a doll, but his invincible natural enemy.
This was normal. Yaoyao was a Xuan Master, and a high-level one at that. Her spirit body, having been cleansed by heavenly lightning, inherently had a suppressing effect on ghosts and monsters.
Furthermore, she carried the Soul-Hooking Chains. At present, it was fortunate that they were separated by a screen; if they were to meet offline, the latter would probably find it difficult to stand and speak. After all, Yaoyao recognized at a glance that this male ghost was far from crossing the threshold into a malevolent spirit.
"Of course I can." Yaoyao nodded her small head.
Upon hearing this, the refined male ghost immediately couldn't hold back. Like a chatterbox who had been holding it in for decades, he opened his mouth and spewed out words.
"Little doll, you don't know how terrible this fool's taste is! If I didn't intervene, this drama would have been a flop. I put so much effort into this script, dreaming to help him sort out and write the plot. If he films it and it can't be broadcast, I won't rest in peace even in death!"
The refined man was furious, cursing the human thoroughly, and then finally revealed the true reason. It turned out that the male ghost was a screenwriter in his living days. Because he loved art-house films, he poured his heart into them, wanting to write award-winning scripts.
Unfortunately, this industry was very realistic. There wasn't much market demand for art films, and those who directed them were typically big-name directors.
Big directors often had established screenwriters they worked with, and it was impossible for them to choose an unknown screenwriter. It wasn't conducive to attracting investment, and it was also difficult to guarantee the brilliance of the story.
So, the resumes he sent out either disappeared without a trace or received replies of "unsuitable." He disdained writing those popular, traffic-driven dramas. Frustrated and unfulfilled, he chose to go out and clear his mind, which led him to that opera house.
Who knew he'd step into empty air and fall into a dry well in the backyard? There, he was utterly helpless, unable to call for help. He also suffered a long cut from a sharp stone, the wound became inflamed and infected, and combined with hunger and cold, he died at a young age.
Perhaps due to his strong obsession, he became a "Nian Gui" (Obsession Ghost). With his obsession unresolved, he couldn't enter reincarnation. A Nian Gui is similar to a localized spirit, unable to stray too far from the place of their death. The refined male ghost drifted in a daze.
Until he encountered Li Wenbin, who had come to gather inspiration for a script. The latter's script immediately attracted him; many parts of it were, one might say, surprisingly in sync with his own ideas.
"He thought it was his own sudden burst of inspiration? What nonsense is he thinking?!"
"I worked so hard, but what about him? He picked a male lead who did drugs and frequented prostitutes, and a female lead who evaded taxes and was a mistress. Tell me, can this movie even be broadcast if he films it?"
The refined male ghost was utterly fed up with the latter's blindness. He no longer wanted to be a wandering ghost; this film held too much of his heart and soul. To put it bluntly, this was his last chance. After all, he didn't know when he would encounter such a good opportunity again.
Therefore, upon realizing that the male and female leads had major issues, he even attempted to convey messages to Li Wenbin through dreams, but this person was simply a blockhead, completely missing the point.
Seeing that nearly half of the play had been filmed, and it would truly be over if he delayed any longer, he finally couldn't help but intervene personally. Because he still wanted to reincarnate, he acted with restraint and didn't attempt to kill anyone.
Yaoyao's expression grew more and more intriguing as she listened. Her gaze darted back and forth between the refined ghost and Li Wenbin, her bright eyes making the latter's back tingle.
"Ma... Master, have you found out clearly?" Li Wenbin endured and endured, finally unable to hold back from speaking. He couldn't hear what the Master and that thing were saying, which made him desperately want to know the answer. This concerned the progress of his subsequent filming.
"Mmm, I've found out clearly."
"He says you, Uncle, are a fool!" Yaoyao looked at the anxious fated person, nodded, and slowly spoke under his expectant gaze.
However, as soon as she opened her mouth, Li Wenbin was dumbfounded! No, only one thought remained in his mind: are ghosts nowadays also so foul-mouthed?
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