The golden silkworm gu gave Henry Young a definite answer: last night, it too was no match for the vengeful ghost, but it still retained some consciousness. After its master fainted, it kept guarding him so he wouldn’t freeze to death.

Henry Young pondered. So the vengeful ghost really was subdued by a yin envoy?

That was rare. Yin envoys usually don’t meddle in others’ business, and inviting them is extremely difficult. Anyone who can get a yin envoy’s help is no ordinary big shot. Could it be that he just happened to run into a rare kind-hearted yin envoy passing by, who lent a hand, or did those two vengeful ghosts offend the envoy themselves?

Henry Young thought for a long time and felt the latter was more likely—those two really looked like troublemakers.

Well, luck is a kind of strength too. I deserve this money, and now I have rent covered. As Henry Young walked toward the hospital, he texted his employer: Job’s done, transfer the money quickly.

When Henry Young returned with a bandaged shoulder and gauze on his nose, he saw the property manager standing at his door, talking to his neighbor.

This neighbor was quite good-looking and often not at home. Henry Young suspected he was a model or actor or something, but unfortunately, he didn’t seem superstitious, so there was no way to make money off him.

Sigh, almost forgot there was still a mess here. Who knows what the neighbor reported; things were pretty weird last night, and he even joked about being a fraud right in front of the neighbor. Henry Young scratched his head—am I going to have to move again?

The property manager saw Henry Young’s bruised and battered face. “Mr. Young... is that you?”

Henry Young’s face was barely recognizable.

“You’re finally back. I heard your place was really noisy last night, and this morning your neighbor saw blood outside and your door was open. We checked the security cameras, but for some reason they were broken, and there are dents in the elevator. You disappeared... I was just wondering if I should call the police.”

The property manager probed, “Mr. Grant said, did you go to the hospital because you were sick?”

Although the elevator camera was broken, the community cameras showed no outsiders came in, and Ashley Grant also said no one did, so even though the property manager thought the marks looked more like a fight, there was no evidence. But if it was illness, what kind of illness could cause this?

“Huh? Oh, right, right, I got into a heated argument with someone yesterday, smashed up my place, then ran into a wall and got a nosebleed, it hurt a lot, and I dented the elevator too. I’ll pay for the elevator repairs, just send me the bill.” Henry Young bluffed.

It did sound a bit far-fetched. The property manager didn’t really know what kind of illness could cause a nosebleed like that, but with no proof and seeing that Henry Young seemed fine, he just said, “Well, take care of yourself...”

The property manager chatted a bit more before leaving.

The neighbor stood at the door, looking at Henry Young, and said, “Sorry, I didn’t realize you were sick last night. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, sorry for troubling you.” Henry Young said, “By the way, my name is Henry Young. Really sorry for the disturbance.”

“I’m Ashley Grant.” Ashley Grant politely shook his hand. “It’s fine, you were sick. I didn’t know last night. If you ever need help, just let me know, as long as I’m home.”

“Haha, sure.” Henry Young thought to himself, I really should thank this clueless neighbor. Even after hearing my nonsense, he still firmly believed I was just sick, and even led the property manager to think so.

As he spoke, his nose started hurting again, and his eyes almost teared up. Damn, his memory of last night was fuzzy, but that vengeful ghost must have been ruthless to mess up his nose like this!

Seeing the neighbor staring at him, Henry Young mumbled reassuringly, “I’m fine, it doesn’t hurt, haha.”

Ashley Grant: “Oh.”

……

The origami Ashley Grant had prepared for Old White was used up quite a bit yesterday in a frenzy. If it weren’t for Ruby and Jade, it would have lasted much longer—his paper oxen and horses were of excellent quality.

Luckily, Old White wasn’t in a rush to get them that day. In between preparing for auditions, Ashley Grant started folding more, bit by bit.

His encounter with the vengeful ghost really left a deep impression—not just in his heart, but in his soul. It was especially profound. He was grateful for Jade’s efforts, which allowed him to build his character so deeply.

On the appointed day, Ashley Grant and Eric Lewis met at a private restaurant. Besides being a great director, Eric Lewis was also famous for being a foodie—news about him always mentioned various restaurants.

This pattern had long been noticed by netizens. According to everyone’s personal experience, if a restaurant appeared in the news about him more than three times, the food was guaranteed to be good. Director Lewis had basically become a culinary trendsetter.

The place was very private, and Eric Lewis was the only one there. When he saw Ashley Grant enter the private room, he waved, “Come, sit down, let’s eat first before the audition.”

No wonder he’s Director Lewis. As soon as Ashley Grant sat down, he heard Eric Lewis say, “Yesterday I was chatting with the cinematographer for my new film. We talked about you—he said you just finished working together?”

“Yeah, that’s right.” Ashley Grant nodded.

“Good, good, not bad.” Eric Lewis had heard from the cinematographer about Ashley Grant’s performance on set, and it was pretty good—he was steady, and Eric Lewis liked working with actors like that. “I also heard there was a haunting in your crew? Right next door to you?”