Chapter 337 - 337: Consider the Consequences Before Taking Actions on Her (2)

Chapter 337: Consider the Consequences Before Taking Actions on Her (2)

Translator: _Min_

Qi Shuning smiled lightly, her voice soft yet clear, “After all, Director Qu is the top director in Great Xia.”

[In fact, one can easily discern true Imowledge. Si Fuqing merely commented on the lovely scenery, while Qi Shuning, with her background as a host, effortlessly recited poetry.]

[I’ve heard a rumor that Director Qu is making a comeback, and he has a new script in his hands!]

[Really?! Ever since the ‘Great Demon King’ retired, he hasn’t written any scripts. With ‘God’s Right Hand’ before and Qu Lingyun after, could it be that Yun Lan is truly making a return?]

[It might be a search for new talent. Qi Shuning studied abroad for a year, didn’t she? She’s a junior of Director Qu. I hope the program team can probe her for some news about Qu Lingyun.]

The first day was relatively easy for the six guests, as the main task was to familiarize themselves with the terrain.

They returned to the camp a little past five.

Si Fuqing and Ning Luoyao earned seven points, almost claiming all the available scores.

The other three teams received pitifully little food in comparison.

“This definitely won’t be enough,” Si Fuqing mused, stroking her chin. “I’ll go catch some more chickens.”

Her movements were swift, and she soon returned with four chickens. The director, after a long silence, asked, “How many chickens did you release?” The site coordinator, taken aback, replied, “About... a dozen or so?”

“What kind of chickens did you buy? They’re too easy to catch,” the director grumbled, his head throbbing. “Go get some faster ones, and maybe a few geese!”

Geese were known for their aggressive nature, and he doubted Si Fuqing could catch them as easily.

Perhaps they might even chase her around, creating an amusing spectacle.

Ning Luoyao, who had watched Si Fuqing roast chicken at noon, tried her hand at it as well, with Xu Jianian and others lending a helping hand.

Soon, four roasted chickens were ready.

Si Fuqing began to distribute the chicken legs.

When she offered one to Qi Shuning, she refused, “Thank you, but I’m a vegetarian.”

[Qi Shuning has always been a vegetarian. Why would Si Fuqing offer her a chicken leg? Was it deliberate?]

[That... seems a bit scheming.]

[I really can’t understand. Yes, Qi Shuning graduated from Great Xia University in broadcasting, but she’s never independently hosted a program. Why does

Qingqing need to know her? Who is she, anyway?]

Si Fuqing casually handed the chicken leg to Xu Jianian behind her.

Xu Jianian, without hesitation, accepted it, his gaze towards her deepening.

Indeed a pretty little fairy.

Xu Jianian paused, “It understands what we’re saying?”

“Yes, it does,” Si Fuqing replied casually. “It can even write Chinese characters.”

[Wait, that seems a bit exaggerated.]

[Stop exaggerating. Focus on surviving. You’ll surely gain a lot of fans.]

“Here, in this primitive village, the environment is well-preserved,” Yuan Heping observed, looking around. “The production team has really put in effort. The only place with internet signal is our accommodation. Once we step out during the day, we’ll be like ancient people.”

Si Fuqing knew this wasn’t just any primitive tribe but the secluded sanctuary of the Miracle Doctor Alliance.

The Miracle Doctor Alliance had chosen their location wisely. No wonder there were no historical records of them, historians believed that it existed only to idolize Emperor Yin .

She took out her phone and found Jiang Changfeng’s contact.

[Primitive village?]

[Jiang Changfeng]: .

[Jiang Changfeng]: You could say that.

On one hand, the Miracle Doctor Alliance rarely interacted with the outside world, and few ventured into their territory.

On the other hand, the Alliance’s leaders were engrossed in playing “Eternity,” a holographic game.

Primitive yet not, advanced yet not quite—quite an oddity.

Si Fuqing contacted Shang Lu and sent another message to Jiang Changfeng. [I had someone send Ningning some good ingredients. Remember to move them over.]

[Jiang Changfeng]: .

He regretted intercepting her in the alley and uttering “Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand.’

Now, he was at her mercy, reduced to a mere errand runner.

Jiang Changfeng replied with a “Received, ” pulled his hoodie over his head, and left.

As darkness enveloped the forest after sunset, the production team had set up street lights, pulling several lines through the area.

Meanwhile, under the arrangements of Zuo Xianyu, Zuo Zonghe arrived in Southern State.

“Mr. Zuo, this is the place,” the guide said. “Ahead is the Great Xia TV camp. They all stay in tents at night, surrounded by guards from the Great Xia Escort Agency. But it’s still possible to sneak in.”

“Good,” Zuo Zonghe narrowed his eyes. “I heard there’s a medicine seller here. First, find a way to knock her out. Don’t worry about the money; you’ll be paid well.”

Last time, in a drunken stupor, he had underestimated Si Fuqing’s skills. Sneaking into her room at night, he was overpowered and ended up in the hospital.

He couldn’t afford to make such a foolish mistake again..