In the heat of the summer, He Jiaoyang felt a chill seep into his limbs, his entire body broke out in a cold sweat. After returning to his hotel, he immediately opened his suitcase, took out a talisman, and affixed it to the door. He then pulled out a pure silver cross, muttered to himself for a while, and chewed on two cloves of garlic.
After that, he rushed into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
Having changed into a fresh set of clothes, He Jiaoyang couldn't help but recall what he had just seen.
"Many people in the film industry, as well as the wealthy, like to dabble in crooked and unorthodox practices. It seems Lu Ban is no exception, he must be using these things to bewitch people, making movies to earn money. I must expose this behavior!"
With this thought, He Jiaoyang quickly gathered his belongings and, following the map index, made his way to the police station closest to where Lu Ban lived.
