Chapter 111 - : Is There Something Wrong With Your Leg Too?

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

There were only eight crew members, including director Mo Ning and assistant director Lin Ci.

Following that process, six large vans with filming equipment and resources departed, leaving the eight immortals behind.

They waited for two whole hours, sunbathing under the sun.

The mountain path was filled with dry soil, and gusts of demonic wind blew occasionally, making them swallow mouthfuls of dust.

They were not very familiar with each other so they could not have much fun. They stood together and chatted, waiting for a vehicle to drive by. A tractor would be good too, as long as it took them away!

Very soon, the few of them felt utterly defeated.

Ling Sheng could not take it anymore. She placed the gourd on the ground and mumbled to herself before casting a spell on the gourd. “Get big, get big, get big!”

There was no reaction from the gourd.

The others laughed out loud. How hilarious!

Ling Sheng changed her hand gestures before she continued to curse. “F-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-you’re useless! What use do I have for this magical artifact?”

Mo Ning and Lin Ci looked at each other in satisfaction. This lady could portray a wide variety of emotions!

Cheng Ye could not take it anymore either. Like a madman, he pestered the production team like an irritating Monk Tang reciting scriptures1. “Where’s my donkey? Where’s the donkey? Did you capture my donkey and eat it? My Blackie is so pitiful. How can you treat it that way?”

Mo Ning shook her head. Sigh… Another lunatic! Drag him away! This little joker… Blackie? When did he name the donkey?

Three hours later, they finally saw the light.

On the opposite side of the road, a car drove over. It looked quite old, and there were advertisements pasted on the windows at the front of the car.

Pure Jade Mountain Honey and Royal Jelly Retail, Phone Number: 1****8***96

Ling Sheng was the first to rush out excitedly to stop the car, not forgetting her current role or limping leg. She was very professional.

Unfortunately…

Cheng Ye and Jiang Yi, who were faster, dashed out and hailed the car.

The car stopped, and they saw a man sitting inside. He was wearing a bee-keeping outfit, and his face was covered tightly with a bee hat.

“Uncle, can you bring us along?” Jiang Yi asked politely.

Behind him, Ling Sheng could not help but burst into laughter. The god-like uncle, who was sitting in the car, was the well-known Third Master, otherwise known as King Hades!

“You!” Jun Shiyan reached out with his hand and pointed at Ling Sheng. His deliberately low voice was magnetic and hoarse. “Get in.”

Ling Sheng pointed at her nose, her big eyes sparkling. She did not conceal her surprise at all. “Me?”

Jun Shiyan nodded. “Yes.”

“Uncle, we stopped you first.” Cheng Ye was so sad that he wanted to cry.

This was a variety show, so it would not look good if there was no courtesy. The show would lack the entertainment value of variety shows. When the show started, the director had said that it would depend on each person’s capabilities!

“Is there something wrong with your leg too?” Jun Shiyan shot him a look.

Cheng Ye heard his words and felt that they made a lot of sense. He was helping a disabled person!

The few of them watched as Ling Sheng proudly got in the old man’s car and waved goodbye at them. The further she walked, the further she went. All they could do was look at her with teary eyes. Their lives were miserable!

“Uncle.” Ling Sheng leaned against the car window, reaching out with her index finger to poke his shoulder. Her eyes crinkled into a smile. “Do you have bees now? Does your honey taste good? Is it pure? It must not be fake!”

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The car was too small, and the filming director could not follow her. Hence, she gave her the camera and asked her to take a casual photo on the way, as there should not be any big news.

“Yes.” Jun Shiyan’s voice was low and joyful. “Little girl, are you coming to my house? I have a lot of honey at home. A whole mountain of honey will be yours.”

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