TSFLIP Chapter 333

The sunny weather of the past few days suddenly changed, and today brought a heavy downpour.

Production had already been halted for a day due to the destruction of the costumes. Now that the new costumes had finally arrived, the rain forced the crew to suspend filming once again. Someone joked that rain this heavy must mean the Dragon King had gone mad.

Naturally, filming was canceled again today. Unfortunately, a phone call from Qiu Liang summoned the entire crew to the old mansion. Braving the rain, everyone arrived there, only to discover that Qiu Liang, unwilling to change the filming location, had been persuaded by Liu Han to hire a Taoist priest from who-knows-where to “ward off evil spirits.”

Feng Guang felt anxious, though she maintained a composed exterior. She resisted the urge to glance at An Yi, even though he was currently holding her hand.

Leaning in close, An Yi whispered near her ear, “Don’t worry. He can’t see me.”

You don’t need to get this close to say that… Feng Guang thought to herself.

An Yi knew that she had to pretend not to see him in front of others, which made him act so brazenly. Although no one else could see him, Feng Guang’s sense of shame still reminded her that such intimate gestures with a man in public were inappropriate. As a result, her face involuntarily turned slightly red.

“Feng Guang, why is your face so red?” Liu Han asked.

“… It’s a bit warm,” she replied.

Liu Han nodded. “With so many people crammed into one room, it is a little stuffy.”

Luo Chenxi instinctively moved farther away from Feng Guang. It wasn’t Feng Guang she feared—it was the man. She had caught the sharp, warning look he had thrown her earlier. Luo Chenxi couldn’t understand how someone who appeared so gentle—no, this male ghost—could have such a piercingly cold gaze. Her instincts told her that she had somehow offended him.

She had, indeed, offended him. He had overheard that Feng Guang found out about him setting the fire because this woman had carelessly blurted it out.

The Taoist priest chanted a few incantations and shook a bronze bell. Just as Feng Guang wondered if he was about to perform some exaggerated ritual dance, he suddenly let out a serious hum.

“Master, did you discover something?” Liu Han asked urgently.

“There is no so-called evil or resentful energy here,” the priest replied solemnly. “But there is an incredibly strong obsession.”

“Obsession?” Liu Han echoed, confused.

“Yes, an obsession. And it’s remarkably strong. I’ll have to investigate further.” The Taoist priest, who otherwise exuded an aura of wisdom and mystique, then pulled out a smartphone from his pocket. The incongruity was almost jarring. After fiddling with the device for a moment, he put it away and continued, “Interestingly, it’s only raining in this town; the surrounding areas are sunny. For an obsession to affect the weather like this… it must have reached an extraordinary level of intensity.”

Feng Guang glanced toward An Yi. Noticing her look, he responded with a smile as warm as spring sunshine and leaned down to plant a kiss on the corner of her lips. Feng Guang, startled, quickly looked around. Thankfully, no one besides Luo Chenxi could see the act. Her suspicions from earlier vanished, entirely replaced by the shock of the unexpected kiss.

Qiu Liang, skeptical of superstition, asked dismissively, “So, Master, what do you think should be done?”

“There’s no need to do anything,” the Taoist replied in a tone full of sage-like authority. “Evil energy can be dispersed, and resentment can be suppressed, but an obsession is different. Generally, obsessions arise from desires unfulfilled. If you can find the source of that unfulfilled desire and satisfy it, the obsession will naturally dissipate.”

However, some people are destined to chase after what they desire, always wanting to get closer, and never feeling truly satisfied.