The Rebirth of the Cultivation Leader Qin Zhao as a Celebrity
Chapter 318 - 316: Unlucky Enough to Open the Door for Misfortune

Chapter 318: Chapter 316: Unlucky Enough to Open the Door for Misfortune

"When was the first incident that caused the movie to become unplayable?"

Hearing Qin Zhao’s question, Meng Cun appeared reflective, "It should have been five years ago."

Guan Yanyu looked somewhat regretful, "After that film was finished, there was a strict inspection of the film industry by the state. Due to the subject matter, that film will never be able to be aired."

She believed her husband’s films were very profound, adept at focusing on humanity and society.

That subject matter was a very good one, but sadly the topic was too sensitive.

"This was the first time, and because it was a subject matter issue, I also didn’t take it to heart."

When such things happened, people in the industry and investors could only accept their bad luck. So Meng Cun pulled himself together and began preparations for a new film.

"The second movie, after it was finished, the male lead suddenly became embroiled in a scandal. And it wasn’t just any scandal, he was directly sent to prison.

All of his dramas were taken down, and mine could not be aired. Originally planned to find another male actor, reshoot the male lead’s scenes, but the investors refused to put in more money."

After speaking, Meng Cun sighed again.

He then talked about a few other incidents, either something went wrong halfway or it wasn’t allowed to be aired after completion.

There was even a very ridiculous one.

Halfway through filming, three of the investors went bankrupt.

Yes, not one, but three investors went bankrupt in succession, leading to a severe lack of funds for filming, making it impossible to continue.

Qin Zhao’s look towards him was filled with sympathy.

This was as if bad luck had opened the door for more bad luck, a real string of mishaps.

After these incidents happened one after another, Meng Cun and Guan Yanyu thought of consulting a master to calculate their fortunes.

They sought out masters, but many advised Meng Cun that his career line was not smooth, he might not be fit for filmmaking, and encouraged him to change careers.

But how could Meng Cun give up his dream and ambition so easily?

In the end, he thought of a compromise.

That was to switch to making TV shows.

"Am I really not suited for the film industry? But my early films had quite a few accomplishments. If I’m truly not suited, then why would I have been given such talent?"

Meng Cun asked Qin Zhao, discontent tinting his voice.

"No, you are suited."

Qin Zhao gave an answer and then looked carefully at his face again.

He should be a person destined for a thriving career, but there was a black line, like a bucket of cold water, dousing that fire and suppressing it forcefully.

This black line, it also carried a trace of dark energy.

So the masters with less profound knowledge, seeing his facial features, would assume his career line was dismal, which is why they advised him to change his line of work.

"You have the fate of a successful career, and your early achievements also prove you are very suitable for this industry. But something is pressing down on your career, which has led to such bad luck."

"What is it?"

Meng Cun asked eagerly, with Guan Yanyu also showing a look of anticipation.

They both hoped Qin Zhao could resolve this issue, having heard too many masters advising Meng Cun to change careers, yet Meng Cun still wanted to cling to his dream.

Finally, they met a master who wasn’t urging a career change, and they were excited.

"I don’t know the specifics, but it’s definitely something unfavorable.

Think carefully, five years ago, just before the first incident happened, did you experience anything strange? Or did you pick up anything unusual?"

Qin Zhao had already checked the feng shui of their home when she arrived, and there was nothing wrong that would affect Meng Cun’s career. Nor were there any unclean things clinging to him.

She was temporarily unsure of the reason, hoping Meng Cun could provide a clue.

"Strange events? I don’t think so."

Time has passed too long, Meng Cun was struggling to remember.

As his wife, Guan Yanyu was always by his side whenever he went through low points. Thus, now she was also trying to help him remember.

"I remember for a while, you always had nightmares."

Guan Yanyu questioned Qin Zhao, "Does this count as something strange? He was woken up by nightmares several times, later he couldn’t sleep peacefully alone, so I went to accompany him on the set for a period."

"Do you remember what the nightmares were about?"

Meng Cun furrowed his brows, immersed in attempting to recall.

"It’s been too long, some details I can’t remember. But that incident left a deep impression on me. Because from childhood, I haven’t really had nightmares.

During that time I kept dreaming about an old lady in ancient attire, saying I stole her things, asking me to return them. The dream itself wasn’t frightening, but for some inexplicable reason I would break out in cold sweat and then wake up."

Meng Cun hadn’t taken this as something strange, hence he didn’t recall it earlier.

"What about later? Didn’t you have the dream again?"

"Dreamt about her several times, but afterward, due to the business of shooting, I was busy running around every day. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I would sleep like a dead pig and stopped having dreams."

"The fact that you can remember this dream’s details after so much time indicates that it wasn’t an ordinary dream."

Hearing what Qin Zhao said, Guan Yanyu and Meng Cun looked at each other.

"What do you mean?"

Meng Cun asked cautiously, feeling an odd sense stir within him. Could all these years of misfortune be related to the old lady in his dream?

But judging by her attire, the old lady didn’t seem like a modern person.

He dared not contemplate what exactly the old lady was, as just the thought sent chills down his spine.

"It could be a soul communicating through a dream. If you have offended a soul, some benign spirits won’t harm you immediately but will enter your dreams to warn you.

Did you perhaps take something belonging to a deceased? This might’ve caused the old lady to reach out through dreams asking for it back. But you didn’t take it seriously, so she decided to punish you, leading to the subsequent string of bad luck."

"No, other than visiting the cemetery during Qingming Festival to pay respects to ancestors, my wife and I never go to such places, let alone grave robbing."

"That’s despicable, we would never do such a thing," Guan Yanyu added.

"Then there is another possibility."

Qin Zhao pondered, "Many belongings of the deceased are dug up by tomb robbers and then sold to others. Considering the attire of the old lady in your dream, she’s definitely an ancient ghost.

Her burial items, dug up, would likely be antiques. Do you have a hobby of collecting antiques? Perhaps one of them belongs to the old lady."

With this suggestion, the couple had an epiphany.

Meng Cun came from a wealthy family, and Guan Yanyu had amassed a fortune with her excellent acting skills in her early years. Their family was quite affluent, indeed having a hobby of collecting antiques.

Even some friends, aware of their hobby, had given them a few antiques.