Chapter 126

Lou Sheng used a cheap plastic rope to extradite the ghost, and he didn't have time to ask Ying Zhisheng to change his weapon.

He stood in front of the corpse in a daze. So this was how people died from falling. The glamorous superstar in his memory was lying there, his skull deformed and his face covered in blood. The eyes that looked at him gently were closed, and there were horrific bruises around the eyes. His two hands were strangely bent, and even one of his shoes had fallen off.

Lou Sheng just blinked and tears rolled down. He could no longer hold back his tears. He trembled and cried, bending over and trying to restore his bent arm.

Should hold on to life and death

Lou Sheng stubbornly held the other's hand. Faced with this horrific reality, he was at a loss. He just gritted his teeth, suppressed the sobs in his throat, and hugged the corpse, trying to draw warmth from it as he had in the past.

He still doesn't understand why Ying Zhisheng committed suicide.

He only knew that he was busy saving lives for others, and as he was saving lives, some people committed suicide.

Soon, Dong Chi got the news and rushed over. After confirming Ying Zhisheng's death, he exclaimed: "Oh my God! He's really dead!"

"No, he's been living well for the past ten years, why would he die?"

Fuquan, who had not been seen for a long time, arrived. In recent years, Ying Zhisheng retired from the circle and his studio was disbanded. Everyone has their own life, but it must be said that Fuquan has become a hot commodity in the circle because of his experience as Ying Zhisheng's agent.

Fuquan had a beard and a deep furrow between his brows. He frowned and asked Dong Chi, "Why did you commit suicide? You could see Lou Sheng, right? Ask him why Ying Zhisheng jumped from the building."

Dong Chi was trying to console the tearful Lou Sheng when he heard this and said, "Yes, these two have lived happily together for ten years. How could they die so suddenly? If they were going to die, they would have died long ago."

Lou Sheng was silent for a moment, then he closed his eyes in pain and stumblingly told everyone what had happened in the past few days, even including the details of how many hours Ying Zhisheng had played the piano.

Dong Chi didn't understand why.

But Fuquan understood, and waved his hand with a heavy face: "The person is already dead, there is no point in dwelling on it."

He thought of Ying Zhisheng's two crazy suicides many years ago. One was because of Lou Sheng's death, and the other was because Lou Sheng frightened the residents by showing his death face. He understood that there was a reason for each of Ying Zhisheng's suicides, hidden in these details.

If Lou Sheng is not happy, he will die.

However, as Lou Sheng clung to Ying Zhisheng's corpse, burying his head in his limp neck, a silent, black gas enveloped him from head to toe, enveloping him everywhere, even his wrists and ankles, as if trying to engulf him and entangle him forever.

"Ghost! Ghost!" Dong Chi yelled, "Lou Sheng, there's a ghost haunting you!"

"Why are you in such a hurry? Isn't that what Ying Zhisheng should do?"

“I can hardly see Lou Sheng anymore!”

"It means Ying Zhisheng is stingy and won't let you see it."

The ghost, silent and solemn, tried to separate Lou Sheng from the corpse, protesting that the person before him was ignoring him because of his grief for the flesh and blood body.

The moment Yu Gengshi pushed the door open, he sighed, "Resentment is overwhelming. The resentment of Ying Zhisheng's ghost is too strong. Didn't he commit suicide? What's there to hate?"

Fuquan said, "Ying Zhisheng has always resented the unfairness of heaven."

The death of Lou Sheng is a hurdle that I have never gotten over.

After Lou Sheng looked back and saw clearly who the entangled ghost was, his eyes sparkled with surprise, and then with boundless loneliness. The past ten years of hard work and efforts to save his life had all gone to waste. The bright and happy life that he had hoped for, Ying Zhisheng, had all gone to waste.

Being forcibly separated from the corpse, his wrists being gripped so hard that they hurt, he frowned again and again, his eyes closed and opened again, his lips pursed, and he shouted tremblingly: "Ying Zhisheng."

The ghost slowly climbed up, pinched Lou Sheng's neck, and lowered his head for a kiss.

Lou Sheng's eyelashes were still wet. He smiled weakly and said in a hoarse voice, "Why are you so dark? I can't even see your face clearly."

The arm around his waist kept tightening, trying to merge Lou Sheng with himself. Perhaps it was already in his soul.

Fuquan was in a heavy mood, communicating with hospital staff about the matter. The news of this once-popular singer, a talented singer who remained incredibly popular even after nearly a decade of retirement, jumping to his death by suicide had leaked out, causing an uproar online.

There are many people @Fuquan, praying and waiting for a clarification.

Clarify? People died without hesitation, there is no way to clarify.

A few pictures and a few seconds of video circulated. Public opinion was swirling, with speculation swirling about the cause of Ying Zhisheng's death. Various theories abounded, some suggesting he was exploited in a sex trade; others said he was the victim of a backlash from raising a child; others said he fell from a building after taking drugs and becoming unconscious. As the controversy intensified, Fuquan, unable to bear it any longer, finally posted on social media:

Fuquan: To those who are taking advantage of the situation to smear and accuse Ying Zhisheng, I tell you, there really are ghosts in this world! Be careful of retribution!

[For my peanut 63... Reply to Fuquan: We know Shengzi wasn't like that, it's just that his death was so sudden. A while ago, he even shared with us that he took his girlfriend out to play balloon grabbing... Bro, please tell me why he died, okay? It shouldn't have happened. He had his beloved by his side, he was rich and famous, why did he die? Was it murder!!!]

[Fuquan: The person Ying Zhisheng loved jumped to his death at the age of 22. Ying Zhisheng died willingly this time!!]

Willingly.

The love between humans and ghosts is an unsolvable proposition that is incompatible and contradictory between two time and space.

Ying Zhisheng has already seen the root of the pain in this relationship.

Today's top trending search is:

#Ying Zhisheng has been crazy for ten years!!

The outside world still believes that he is a psychopath.

…

A light rain began to fall, and a layer of haze hung over the city. A funeral car drove along the street, and tender songs drifted in from outside.

"Life is long, and you leave an echo in every stage."

"Time flies, and the reluctance to separate becomes the downfall between you and me."

"I can be a dead tree or a barren mountain, or I can be evergreen, and you are my only hope."

——

Zhang Kaifa, holding a small pink umbrella with Hello Kitty printed on it, wearing black clothes and holding chrysanthemums in his hand, went to Ying Zhisheng's funeral.

Oh, he thought of Lou Sheng again.

The boy who was so proud and unbridled, as if the sun was shining around him, I’m afraid I don’t know how he would cry.

Most of Zhang Kaifa's trouser legs were wet. He raised his feet and shook them. There was a small gourd hanging on his chest, and inside it was Liu Qing.

The little gourd trembled a few times, and he quickly comforted it: "Okay, okay, I know, I won't bully Lou Sheng. I'll apologize to him later, okay?"

"Ying Zhi is destined not to live past the age of thirty-two. I'm just trying to hasten his death. I can't wait any longer, Liu Qing."

The number of people Zhang Kaifa has wronged in his life is too numerous to count, and the ill-fated couple Lou Sheng and Ying Zhisheng are one of them.

He laughed as he walked: "Ying Zhisheng is as crazy as me, dead! I knew he was going to die a long time ago. Even if I didn't read his fortune or predict his future, I still knew he wouldn't survive. He has worked very hard to survive until now! Oh, he is alive just to make Lou Sheng happy."

The gourd swayed a few times in the wind, and Zhang Kaifa stopped and listened carefully.

"...Ah, Liu Qing, you think things are too simple. This is not a question of letting go of myself. If Ying Zhisheng lets go of himself, who will let go of Lou Sheng? I let go of myself - but God didn't let go of you!!"

He stepped into the mourning hall and saw Ying Zhisheng hugging Lou Sheng tightly, and Gao Xinhua standing beside him with a serious expression.

Gao Xinhua was comforting her son. She had just touched Lou Sheng's head a few times when Ying Zhisheng forcibly dragged the ghost away.

There were even fewer living people than ghosts at this funeral.

After confirming that there was a ring in the urn, Fuquan finally came out to take charge of the situation - he was still very grateful to his boss Ying Zhisheng.

Assistant Tao also arrived. Once a volatile man, he had matured over the past decade. His tear troughs were deep, and there was a hint of blue stubble on his chin. These past few years hadn't been easy.

Zhou Qing and Bai Yi were talking about something with their heads down.

This was the first time Tao Yuan and Zhenzhen had met for the first time in many years. He smiled at the haughty female ghost in the distance, then took the initiative to approach and whispered, "Zhenzhen, I'm still single."

"You must still be angry about what I said back then, and sad because I couldn't resist my family's request to go on a blind date. But in fact, I have never thought about being with anyone else except you."

Zhenzhen snorted coldly and rolled her eyes at him.

Tao Yuan looked at the wreaths scattered throughout the hall and said softly, "I know you have a stubborn personality. This conflict is entirely my fault. I didn't handle it well."

"But can you please give me a chance?"

Zhenzhen put her hands on her hips, slung one leg over the chair, and said, "It depends on my mood."

"Give me an answer as soon as possible." Tao Yuan smiled expectantly, "Wife, I'm not young anymore."

Suddenly, Zhenzhen looked at the man in front of her and realized that Tao Yuan was completely different from what he was back then. The forehead wrinkles, nasolabial folds, wrinkles at the corners of the eyes, dry lips, and hair that was not as black and shiny as before all showed that he was getting old.

The living are different from the dead. The living are not fixed.

Zhenzhen was stunned and looked at Lou Sheng reflexively.

Lou Sheng was trying to reason with the unconscious Ying Zhisheng, but Ying Zhisheng insisted on sticking to him without saying a word.

Zhang Kaifa's arrival made the heavy and silent funeral more subtle.

Zhenzhen smashed the table with her fist, "You stinky Taoist priest! How dare you bully our Shengzi!"

The table suddenly broke apart, frightening Zhao Wu who was standing next to him. After all, Ying Zhisheng had participated in several of Zhao Wu's variety shows, so after much deliberation, he decided to come uninvited.

Zhang Kaifa shook his head repeatedly, "Don't be so irritable. Besides, even if I wasn't there, Ying Zhisheng would still have died because of some trivial matter. This can't be blamed on me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhenzhen flashed in front of him and punched him.

Zhang Kaifa quickly retreated, and when he turned back, Lou Sheng had directly broken his arm... He screamed in pain, and Bai Yi bit off a large piece of flesh from his abdomen...

Maybe it would be eaten by these angry ghosts, but there was a constant rumbling of thunder in the sky.

Zhang Kaifa said, "Lou Sheng..."

"Suicide is killing. If the karma is not repaid, the cycle of reincarnation will deepen. You will fall to death repeatedly underground, repeating your own death process every day. How miserable..."

Lou Sheng's face turned slightly pale. He clenched his fists calmly, tilted his head towards the dark and cold black energy, and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry about it."

"The ghost messengers can't help you. They are trembling in fear in the King of Hell's Palace. How could they have the courage to help you?"

Lou Sheng held Ying Zhisheng's hand, feeling upset. Ying Zhisheng lowered his head and gently bit Lou Sheng's shoulder, his love unbearable.

Zhang Kaifa beckoned, "Help me steal the Samsara Pen, Lou Sheng. I want to rewrite everyone's fate."