The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul-Chapter 984 - 983. What is that thing?

Yes, a group of buildings, the kind where you can’t see the edges with a sweeping view.

Ancient, mysterious, and somewhat dilapidated.

The dusty wooden door seemed to have been neglected for years, with deep and shallow scratches crisscrossing it. They looked as though they were left by special types of blades or swords, chaotic and random, with even marble-sized... holes?

Standing before this cluster of buildings, the photographer was silent for a long while. The authentic scene gave him a jarring feeling of traveling through time and space, as though he were back in the war-torn years decades ago.

Step by step, as he walked along the stone-paved path leading up to the door, the camera on his shoulder revealed the scene to the livestream audience without reservation.

"..."

"Wow~"

"Wow, wow~~"

For a moment, the viewers in the livestream were collectively speechless. After a long pause, only a few hesitant comments started to trickle in.

"Hold up, maybe my screen froze. I’m going to leave and come back..."

"Don’t bother trying, buddy—the guy up front already tested it for us. Yes, you’re in Tang Shu’s livestream!"

"Wooden houses stacked layer upon layer like terraced fields, built halfway up a mountain? Who does that nowadays? It’s not like some Jianghu Gangs training retreat!"

"Can someone please tell me I’m not hallucinating? Are we all seeing the same thing here?"

"Yep, buddy, your description—down to the punctuation marks—is exactly the same as what I’m seeing. It’s like we wandered into the wrong film set!"

"??? Did I even describe anything?"

"Anyone who didn’t know better would think this is a location set for a movie crew. Are we sure this is Tang Shu’s home?"

The ordinary viewers were plunged into deep doubt, completely baffled by the situation before them. Their earlier skepticism resurged as speculations flew about whether Tang Shu might have lied.

Meanwhile, a swarm of haters suddenly emerged out of nowhere, launching into collective mockery mode, treating Tang Shu’s earlier statement—"My home"—as nothing but a joke.

"Tsk, who is she even fooling? In this modern age, how could anyone still live in a house like this? And I’m not saying it’s rundown—it just feels too steeped in history. Plus, even getting paperwork for land ownership here would be a headache."

"So, this is how phony Tang Shu gets? Is this how reality shows are filmed these days? Does she call the film crew her family? Could she dial down the theatrics?"

"Made some money from the tourist spot yesterday, pushed some products this morning, and now she’s promoting the film crew? If you’re this talented, why not fly to the heavens while you’re at it!"

"Some people really can’t take the criticism, huh? This is just too unconventional. Does she even know what ’staying low-key’ means? I don’t think she even has the decorum expected of a reality show guest..."

The quietly lurking photographer gave Tang Shu a cautious glance, only to realize that this guest had been utterly indifferent to the livestream’s chatter from the beginning. Her calm demeanor felt less like a reality show recording and more like she was genuinely returning home.

He swore this was the strangest celebrity he’d ever filmed in his career. Absolutely!

In stark contrast to the haters’ sudden uproar, however, Tang Shu’s loyal fans—drawn in by the forty-minute journey—were unfazed. Once they saw the footage, a steady stream of exclamations poured out:

"Holy shit, I KNEW Uncle Tang wouldn’t just sit back quietly..."

"Heads up, people—she’s about to pull another shocker!"

"Hey, hey, keep hating her up front! Keep piling on the mockery! I LIVE to watch haters bash Uncle Tang like this, hahahaha~~"

"Go for it, keep going! Make sure Uncle Tang is left speechless! This monumental task is officially handed over to you guys in the front!"

"God, I absolutely love watching the internet drag Uncle Tang through the mud. Look at this—aren’t we old fans spared from being the targets of the roasting this time? Can I quietly enjoy playing spectator now?"

"Seeing those haters at work gives me flashbacks of my past self..."

"Exactly, you’re all correct—this is NOT her home, nope! Keep it up, folks—we’re all waiting for the big reversal here."

"Ehhh~~ Can’t watch this anymore. Mods, why do you love setting up unsuspecting viewers to fall for traps so much? Friendly reminder: Question your reality all you want, but NEVER doubt Uncle Tang. It’s practically a commandment."

"LMAO, a ’commandment’? You’re full of it. It’s obviously just your hard-earned lesson after stepping in her traps so many times—admit it."

The comment section was quickly flooded by her loyal fans, who overwhelmed any hostile voices with the sheer number of their posts. The haters suddenly found themselves struggling to rally allies.

"???"

What the hell was going on? Where did this whole horde come from? At first glance, they seemed to be on the same side, but a closer look proved otherwise. And how were they so coordinated—each comment flowing together seamlessly?

What kind of strange breed of internet users were these!

The regular audience members didn’t bother with the silent war between haters and loyal fans. Their eyes remained fixed on the unexpected background in the livestream.

"Guys, do none of you notice the plaque above the door? Open your damn eyes before you speak, geez! Did everyone’s IQ run away from home?"

"Run away from home? Don’t sugarcoat it—just say they don’t have any brains!"

"...Eh? Wait, the plaque does have writing on it?"

"Tang Village—it’s even written in reverse order! Looks like this plaque really has some history to it."

"Good thing these two characters look the same in both simplified and traditional forms. If it were something else, I wouldn’t recognize it at all."

"These words sound like an old bandit name from back in the day. What’s the connection to Tang Shu? Could this really be her home?"

Outside the livestream, Tang Shu proved the point with her actions. Stretching out her right hand, she gave the wooden door a gentle push. Accompanied by the creak of its hinges, she stepped over the high threshold with her long legs.

"Welcome to my home. I hope you enjoy your day."

"..."

The photographer swallowed hard upon hearing these words. The camera equipment mounted on his shoulder seemed to nod slightly in response.

For some reason, he felt a chill run down his spine, like a wave of coldness drenching him from head to toe. The sensation left him shivering... Perhaps it was because the temperature was too low halfway up the mountain?

The midday sun seemed useless now QAQ—

Unaware of her designated photographer’s internal monologue, Tang Shu led him along the stone-paved path. After passing two or three wooden houses, they arrived at an open field, where the first thing that caught their eyes was the pen holding some sheep, pigs, and vividly feathered, colorful fowl with long wings.

"Wait, what on earth is THAT? Why does it look so strange?"

"As a city dweller, I recognize the sheep and pigs—but not the others. Can someone more knowledgeable explain?"

"Here we go. The one with the longest tail is a pheasant, the gray one with the flat beak is a wild duck. They’re rare in the wild now—it’s obvious these aren’t domesticated animals."

"Hold up—if they’re not domesticated, why are they inside a pen?"

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The rural folks confessed they couldn’t answer that either.

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