Chapter 2

As Chang Duo Su also turned off her light, contestant number 11, Fu Hongli, raised her hand and said, "I think the male contestant might not be fully prepared. Actually, your coming here seems a bit hasty, or perhaps you came here just for a specific female contestant. Therefore, I suggest the male contestant go back and prepare thoroughly. Only when you are well-prepared can you have more confidence. I wish you the best, male contestant." Saying this, Fu Hongli decisively turned off her light.

Contestant number 3 sneered, "If you came here just for a specific female contestant, I think you should have said it from the beginning. Otherwise, aren't you just toying with all of us!" Saying this, she reached out and turned off her light.

The last female contestant left looked at Liu Yansong helplessly and also turned off her light. "I'm sorry, but if I don't turn off my light, I would be toying with you."

After the VCR segment, all the lights were turned off. Liu Yansong felt depressed and a sense of loss rose in his heart. "What do these female contestants mean! I just made a mistake in my words, is it necessary to take it so seriously?"

Liu Yansong was extremely unwilling, but his rationality still prevailed, and he did not lose his temper on the spot. Han Fei extended his arm to him, "I'm sorry, it's a bit disappointing."

Liu Yansong shook hands with Han Fei, bowed to Professor Zhang Baolun and Professor Huang Han, and walked off the stage dejectedly. Behind him, an unknown female contestant whispered, "Toying with us here, it's simply absurd!"

In the audience, many people burst into laughter, perhaps mocking Liu Yansong's ignorance and recklessness. With a pale face, he pushed away the staff member who wanted to interview him. "No more, no more."

Leaving Jiangnan TV with endless frustration and bitterness, the cool wind outside made his mind somewhat clear. He turned and looked up at the high-rise building of Jiangnan TV, the dazzling neon letters seemed to mock him with their flashing light. Recalling the doubts and criticisms he faced in the studio, Liu Yansong shook his head in pain, tightly bit his lips, and clenched his fists in anger, feeling as if a fire was burning in his heart.

In the end, Liu Yansong left dejectedly. He walked along Liberation Road without a specific destination, wishing this road had no end. The failure of the matchmaking and the various doubts and ridicule he faced left a deep impact on him. He was extremely disheartened, and his only thought at the moment was to find a quiet place, either to cry or to get drunk.

However, at this moment, Liu Yansong, immersed in his pain, did not notice the sudden screeching sound behind him. A black Audi car quickly collided with him.

The car swerved wildly but was moving at an astonishing speed. Liu Yansong did not even have time to react; his body was directly thrown into the air, and he was tossed into the sky. Instantly, Liu Yansong felt a blank in his mind, not knowing what had happened, only feeling as if his consciousness was about to escape from his brain.

A jade pendant fell from his body. This jade pendant was given to Liu Yansong by a wandering Taoist when he was ten years old. The Taoist told him that the jade pendant would bring him good luck, so Liu Yansong had always carried it with him for nearly twenty years.

As Liu Yansong's body fell from the air, the jade pendant flew across the opposite road. His body hit the ground heavily, and blood gushed from his mouth. The car that caused the accident also swerved onto the sidewalk and finally stopped after hitting a tree.

Liu Yansong's consciousness was very confused. He vaguely saw the car door open quickly, and a man in his thirties staggered out of the car. The man hit his forehead hard and, after regaining some clarity, immediately reached into his pocket and pulled out a phone.

The man quickly dialed a number and shouted hoarsely, "Hai, Hai Chao, I'm in trouble."

Liu Yansong did not hear what the man said next. He suddenly felt a huge force pulling his soul, and he involuntarily flew up. Liu Yansong was terrified and looked down to see his body still lying on the ground.

Liu Yansong was extremely frightened. If the person on the ground was his body, then who was flying in the air?

His body flew toward the opposite road, and Liu Yansong soon saw a very beautiful girl, about sixteen or seventeen years old, standing by the road. Her face was covered in blood, which dripped onto the jade pendant at her feet.

The jade pendant emitted a dazzling light, and just as Liu Yansong glanced at the girl, the jade pendant suddenly burst and transformed into a brilliant halo. The girl seemed stunned and could not see Liu Yansong. A greater force then emerged from the halo, and Liu Yansong was involuntarily pulled into it.

Instantly, Liu Yansong felt a spinning sensation, as if his consciousness and thoughts were all confined. No matter how he struggled or exerted himself, he could not escape the force's pull.

After being pulled into the halo by this mysterious force, Liu Yansong felt his soul floating, being guided by the force toward an unknown place. "Could it be that I am heading to the gates of hell?" Liu Yansong was unsure. He had heard many stories about ghosts and spirits and thought he might have been transported to the so-called hell.

At this point, Liu Yansong was not particularly surprised. He knew he was now a dead person, a lonely soul, a unlucky ghost. There was probably nothing more unlucky than becoming an unlucky ghost, and Liu Yansong began to look around in confusion.

His body was moving rapidly, but the surroundings seemed unchanged. The white expanse made it impossible for Liu Yansong to see what was around him. The legendary gates of hell did not appear, as if they had no connection with him.

After an unknown amount of time, Liu Yansong felt the surroundings gradually become clearer. He found himself floating on a high mountain, surrounded by peaks, and even saw birds chirping and fluttering below.

Looking down, Liu Yansong saw that the mountain resembled a standing dragon, and the surrounding peaks seemed to be bowing to the dragon.

This was a strange feng shui, and it was said that places with such feng shui might produce a true dragon emperor in the future.

Thinking about feng shui, Liu Yansong could only smile bitterly. Talking about facial features and feng shui, he could not predict disasters, so how could he judge others? Feng shui might just be a way to deceive ordinary people. In today's era, how could a true dragon emperor appear? Would socialism change dynasties?

Liu Yansong could not convince himself, as he had only slightly delved into feng shui stories out of boredom. "Maybe I misunderstood!" Liu Yansong was unsure. His body flashed past the mountain and descended toward a mansion below.

The mansion was vast, and even from the air, Liu Yansong could not see its end. Although it was partly due to the dim light, this still left him in awe. Being mysteriously guided to this place, Liu Yansong felt uneasy.

Since he had lost his life, he did not need to care about these things. As a mere soul, there was nothing to worry about. However, for some reason, Liu Yansong felt a deep sense of fear and wondered about the origin of this mansion.

A powerful force was guiding him, and Liu Yansong involuntarily flew toward an ancient house in the mansion. From the outside, it looked like a clan temple or shrine. Liu Yansong's body passed through the wall and entered the hall of the ancient house.

The hall was very spacious, about a hundred square meters. There seemed to be other rooms inside, but Liu Yansong was not curious, as his attention was drawn to the altar in front of him.

The altar was lined with various memorial tablets, each marked with "Liu Mou Mou." Liu Yansong guessed that the owner of the mansion must be surnamed Liu, and they were related to him from five hundred years ago.

Although the altar was old, there was nothing particularly interesting about it. However, on either side of the altar, there was a couplet, and Liu Yansong involuntarily read it aloud, "Being an official is not as good as being a gold guard, and marrying a wife should be like Yin Lihua!"

Feeling somewhat surprised, Liu Yansong had a vague memory of these two sentences. After some thought, he suddenly remembered that they referred to the stories of Emperor Guangwu Liu Xiu and Empress Guanglie Yin Lihua. However, according to the information he knew from history books, these sentences were not exactly the same. "Being an official is not as good as being a gold guard, and marrying a wife should be Yin Lihua." This should be the correct version. The couplet on the altar, although only a few words were changed, made Liu Yansong feel somewhat strange.

"Is it strange?" Suddenly, an out-of-place voice sounded, making Liu Yansong feel a chill down his spine.

There was someone in the ancient house, and they could see him! This was how Liu Yansong felt after hearing the voice. He looked in the direction of the voice and saw a disheveled Taoist slowly crawling out from under the altar.

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