Chapter 16 Ghosts Don’t Understand (2)

Ying Zhisheng's mental state was a little abnormal, and he stared straight at the mirror in front of the sink.

Lou Sheng leaned over to the mirror, adjusting his appearance while pondering, "What are you looking at? It's just a mirror. What's so good about it?"

Ying Zhisheng rolled his eyes slowly, supported himself on the table with his arms, and also moved closer.

Inadvertently meeting those eyes that seemed to speak a thousand words, Lou Sheng curled up his fingers, trying to avoid them but they were stuck like rust, as if his mind was captivated and he couldn't come back to his senses.

Ying Zhisheng leaned forward, constantly closing the distance, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and placed a cautious kiss on the cold mirror, exactly on the forehead of Lou Sheng in the mirror.

Lou Sheng was startled and opened his eyes slightly, having an absurd illusion: Ying Zhisheng was kissing him through the mirror.

It was only after realizing it that I turned my head away.

The interweaving of figures created a strange scene in the eyes of onlookers, where Ying Zhisheng was kissing the mirror in the quiet bathroom.

Lou Sheng felt a little embarrassed and took the initiative to move away. His ears flushed. Regardless of what kind of narcissistic habit kissing the mirror was, they were good brothers, so how could such a mistake happen?

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A voice-over challenge went viral online, and as usual, fans were @ing Zhisheng, eagerly anticipating his video. Fuquan considered it carefully, and decided that Ying Zhisheng's talent was undeniable; it all depended on whether he was willing to take part.

Not only this challenge, he also wanted Ying Zhisheng to film a costume change and transition to give some benefits to fans.

Ying Zhisheng's condition was extremely bad in the past two months. Fuquan originally thought that these proposals would be rejected again, but unexpectedly he agreed directly.

Assistant Tao, holding a camera and forcing a smile, arrived at Ying Zhisheng's door. He used his arm to fiddle with the serious-looking Uncle Cheng Zhi: "Uncle, aren't you afraid?"

Uncle Cheng Zhi shook his head and took out a yellow talisman from his pocket: "Don't be afraid, I have a talisman to defeat that evil spirit."

Assistant Tao was so excited that he almost kowtowed to him, "Uncle, thanks to you! You're so thoughtful!"

Uncle Cheng Zhi waved his hand and said, "Come into the house. Don't worry, the evil ghost won't dare to get close to us."

The moment the door opened, a gust of cold wind chilled Assistant Tao's heart. The memory of burning paper money and placing offerings was so vivid that the room still smelled of cigarette smoke.

Ying Zhisheng was cutting fruit with a knife. The sound of cutting fruit seemed far and near. The curtains were drawn tightly in broad daylight. In the dim light, when Ying Zhisheng looked up at me, his eyes were strange and chilling.

Assistant Tao was about to kneel down and kowtow, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "Brother Sheng, I'm here to film the 'Dark Horse' voice-over challenge, and then we'll have to film a costume change scene later."

Ying Zhisheng put down the knife, his eyes lingering between Assistant Tao and Cheng Zhishu. He rolled up his sleeves and went to wash his hands. "Okay, let's shoot in the empty room we used for the live broadcast last time."

In fact, if you face difficulties head-on, you'll find that there's nothing to be afraid of. Assistant Tao nodded cheerfully, then suddenly noticed blood dripping from the tip of the fruit knife. He rubbed his eyes, and everything returned to normal.

"What's wrong?" Uncle Cheng Zhi asked.

"I'm dizzy." Assistant Tao consoled himself.

Ying Zhisheng went to change his clothes, while Assistant Tao and Uncle Cheng Zhi carried their equipment to the deserted, filming room. They had only taken a few steps when the door behind them slammed shut.

Assistant Tao closed his eyes and smiled: "It's the wind. What a strong wind."

Uncle Cheng Zhi turned around to pull the door, but fell silent when he found that he couldn't turn the door handle.

"Uncle, your talisman may not be powerful enough." Assistant Tao forced a smile, trying to be optimistic: "But it doesn't matter. With your talisman there, the evil spirit will definitely be hesitant."

Uncle Cheng Zhi frowned and lowered his head to type on his phone: "I want to ask the store owner, they themselves said they are immune to all kinds of ghosts."

Assistant Tao stared at Cheng Zhi with wide eyes, unable to believe it. "Shopkeeper? You want to ask the shopkeeper on the phone? Uncle, don't tell me you bought this talisman online for 9.9 yuan."

"It's not ninety-nine, it's ninety-nine."

Assistant Tao closed his eyes in despair. He thought it was better to save himself than to rely on Uncle Cheng Zhi. He muttered to himself, "Buddha bless you, mani mani, please bless me."

A hand was placed on Assistant Tao's shoulder. Without opening his eyes, he just said, "Uncle, don't touch me. I'm scared."

Cheng Zhi replied: "I was typing, I didn't touch you."

"Okay, okay." Assistant Tao was about to break.

It wasn't until Ying Zhisheng walked in that he saw Lou Sheng stealthily blowing air at Assistant Tao. Facing Assistant Tao and Cheng Zhi's pleading gazes, he said helplessly, "Don't just stand there. Go adjust the camera."

Lou Sheng glanced at Ying Zhisheng, then looked away, unable to resist a few more glances. Ying Zhisheng had specially changed into a high-collared short-sleeved shirt, revealing his Adam's apple, looking lazy and abstinent. He walked over with his hands in his pockets, and it was impossible to take his eyes off him.

"Ying Zhisheng, you're like a peacock spreading its tail. You look so handsome dressed up, and even online people say you're the least fan-friendly male artist."

Ying Zhisheng paused slightly and continued to discuss the recording issues of the upcoming voice-changing challenge with Assistant Tao as if nothing had happened.

Lou Sheng kept muttering, "Tsk, what's the point of being good at dressing up? You're still single and can't find a partner. Also, if you were in a relationship, your fans are so fierce they'd eat your partner alive."

Uncle Cheng Zhi noticed Ying Zhisheng reading the lyrics, and suddenly his eyes curved and he smiled. Just as he was about to ask, he heard Ying Zhisheng say, "Let's start."

Lou Sheng stood directly opposite Ying Zhisheng, looking at him with admiration.

After receiving systematic training since childhood and officially signing a contract with an agency at the age of fifteen, his father arranged for him to find various vocal masters to learn from. Through day after day of practice, Ying Zhisheng has a solid foundation and his skills are so superb that even laymen are amazed.

Ying Zhisheng's voice is relatively low and hoarse when singing lyrical songs, but his tone is highly malleable, which can be described as showing off his skills. He performs the song smoothly and easily in one go, completing the challenge in one go.

Uncle Cheng Zhi nodded directly and gave a thumbs up. He knew that Ying Zhisheng had memorized the lyrics after just a few casual glances at them.

Lou Sheng quickly applauded, "Amazing! As expected of Ying Zhisheng! The steady breath and skillful transition between true and false voices are amazing!" After saying this, he circled around Ying Zhisheng and sighed, "Where do those haters get the courage to criticize you? God is chasing after a talented singer who only feeds him. Hurry up and post this video to make the haters feel inferior!"

Ying Zhisheng lowered his eyes and suddenly smiled again.

Ying Zhisheng laughed too many times today, causing Assistant Tao and Uncle Cheng Zhi to look at him with concern.

"We won't film the cross-dressing this time." Ying Zhisheng made the decision as the boss. When he left the room, he passed through Lou Sheng's arms. The cold air brushed his face, and he was wrapped in Lou Sheng's scent.

Lou Sheng took the lead and sat on the sofa. Ying Zhisheng almost sat on his thighs when he sat down while looking at his mobile phone. Fortunately, he dodged quickly.

At this time, Assistant Tao looked through the challenge video that had just been shot and noticed something, and his expression became serious.

Throughout the video, Brother Sheng stared in one direction without moving his eyes.

What's there?! Isn't there nothing there?

Assistant Tao suddenly had an idea, which made his heart beat faster and his legs go weak.

Is it true that Brother Sheng is completely unaware of the strangeness in this room?