I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan-Chapter 621 - 446

Previously, it had just been two words, so he wasn’t certain. But this longer string of sounds was still remarkably similar to his son’s voice. How could two people’s vocal patterns be so alike?

This stirred his doubts. So, before Xia Liang could answer, Director Wu couldn’t help but blurt out, "Wu Jiasheng?"

Wu Jiasheng was, indeed, the name of Director Wu’s son.

The person on the other end of the line paused for a second upon hearing the name but quickly recovered.

"What are you talking about? Wu Jiasheng? I don’t know him."

The Wu Jiasheng on the phone deliberately altered his tone, not wanting the people on this side to recognize him. He had, of course, recognized the voice that had just said his name—it was his father. Fearing the person on the other end would say more, he quickly added, "If you’re looking for Wu Jiasheng, you’ve dialed the wrong number. This Master is hanging up."

With that, the line went dead with a dial tone.

Xia Liang simply looked at Director Wu with a faint smile. A trace of confusion flickered in Director Wu’s eyes, but he quickly shook his head.

Even though the voice is very similar, that’s definitely not my son. My son would never speak like that.

Xia Liang hadn’t expected him to be convinced by a single phone call. The purpose of the call was merely to give Director Wu a little push. What he was about to say next was the most important part.

"Tonight at 7:30, South Bay No.9 Pier. Whether what I’ve said is true or false, Director Wu, you’ll know once you go."

After speaking, Xia Liang turned and walked toward the set, paying no more attention to the bewildered Director Wu, who remained frozen in place. The director’s mind, however, kept replaying Xia Liang’s words. He desperately wanted to convince himself that everything Xia Liang had said was a lie and that his son was nothing like that description. But the voice from the phone call had been unsettlingly similar.

After a moment of thought, Director Wu secretly made a decision. No matter what, I’ll go and see for myself. Even though I feel in my heart that it’s completely impossible.

Having left Director Wu, Xia Liang was approaching the area where Wu Tong was filming when he heard a cry of surprise from nearby. The voice was Wu Tong’s. He walked over slowly and found Wu Tong speaking with The Prop Master, her expression unpleasant.

"What’s wrong?" Xia Liang stepped forward and asked.

Wu Tong pointed at a nearby prop. The other actresses standing around also looked pale.

"It’s just a prop. No need to be so scared," Xia Liang said with a smile.

"If only it were just a prop," one of the actresses chimed in.

After taking a few deep breaths to compose herself, Wu Tong explained, "I kept thinking this prop had a terrible stench for some reason. I just asked The Prop Master and found out it isn’t a prop. It’s real."

As she spoke, she pointed an accusing finger at him. "He thought making zombie props was too expensive, so he bought several real corpses from a hospital and dressed them in zombie costumes to use as props!"

Hearing this, Xia Liang shook his head with a slight laugh, also catching the foul odor from the bodies. He now understood their sudden panic. Anyone would be terrified to learn they were acting alongside actual corpses instead of props.

The Prop Master kept apologizing profusely, but the other actresses flatly refused to act with those things. When they saw Director Wu approaching from a distance, they hurried over to explain what had happened.

Director Wu’s expression turned grim. It seemed even he had been unaware that The Prop Master had used real bodies. Most likely, The Prop Master had been trying to embezzle some of the production funds. After all, a decent-looking zombie prop model costs a pretty penny, whereas an unclaimed corpse from a hospital could be bought for mere pennies. However, this also meant The Prop Master had his own connections; after all, an ordinary person couldn’t acquire one even if they wanted to.

After a bout of chaos, the director fired The Prop Master on the spot and rescheduled the day’s shoot for tomorrow. The corpses were moved to a corner to await collection by the hospital.

Half an hour later, Xia Liang seized a moment when no one was looking and approached the bodies. In his hand, he held a peculiar bell. As he caressed the bell, his expression grew strange. When he first encountered these corpses, the bell seemed to react.

It can’t be possible.

Xia Liang murmured to himself, his face a mask of doubt as he glanced from the bell in his hand to the bodies at his feet.

I’ve considered that this Soul Spelling Bell must have a specific activator. But surely, it isn’t the corpses in front of me?

For some reason, the thought of the corpses and the bell reminded Xia Liang of old Xiangjiang zombie films where a Taoist priest would control zombies with a bell. Could it be?

He swallowed, his lips suddenly feeling dry. Although the idea was incredible, it didn’t seem entirely impossible.

No matter what, he had to try.

After glancing around to confirm no one was near, Xia Liang faced the corpse in front of him and gently shook the Soul Spelling Bell.

JINGLE!

As the sound resonated...