The ghost director was somewhat embarrassed and said, “I saw your performance on the set. It was excellent. As a director, there’s nothing wrong about me being photographed with an outstanding actress.”


  Ye Sui was speechless. After all, the person in front was boasting about it. She pointed to the videotapes in her hand. “Did you bury them here?”


  The ghost director shook his head with a weeping face. “My fans did it.”


  It turns out that the director ghost loved filming too much, so he stayed on the set for almost all day. No matter the show, he would personally guide them and try to achieve perfection.

  The ghost director suddenly died on the set one day because of his overwork. To commemorate him, his fans secretly buried all the films made by the ghost director under this big tree.

  The ghost director touched the tape sadly. “But the tapes are too old. Some are even broken.”


  Ye Sui thought for a while. “Can I help you?”


  The ghost director’s eyes lit up. “Is it really okay? If you help me, I will never appear in your photos and those of others.”


  Ye Sui nodded. “I’ll help you find someone to fix them. They are a bit old, though, so it may take some time.”


  The ghost director had been floating there for more than ten years. He had nothing but time on his hands.