Chapter 3 There really is a ghost (1)

Lou Sheng just followed Ying Zhisheng wherever he went.

Hearing Ying Zhisheng immersed in playing the piano and watching him immersed in composing, he squatted in the corner and listened quietly, constantly marveling at his talent. No wonder he became famous at such a young age, with each of his songs being a classic, and he has been popular for nearly seven or eight years.

After Lou Sheng's death, he was trapped in this house, unable to get out despite trying various methods. It was not until he accidentally saw the date on Ying Zhisheng's phone that he realized he had been dead for almost two months.

I can't understand why, among thousands of people, he chose to stay in Ying Zhisheng's house.

Lou Sheng and Ying Zhisheng were high school classmates and were once very close friends. Later, the two fell out and stopped communicating with each other.

"Oh." Lou Sheng sighed and stared at Ying Zhisheng who was washing dishes.

An honest-looking uncle floated over. His name was Pan Dahai. This was the first ghost Lou Sheng had met since his death. Although Pan Dahai looked ordinary and died at a young age of forty, he had a lot of experience and a wide network of contacts in this area.

"Little brother, still can't leave this house?"

Lou Sheng nodded, envious of Pan Dahai's ability to move freely around the world. "You told me that I can't leave the house right now, and it's inseparable from Ying Zhisheng. I don't think it's him."

Pan Dahai could guess a little about this situation, but it was not accurate, so he couldn't make a conclusion. Looking at Lou Sheng, who died at a young age and whose appearance was so outstanding that he couldn't take his eyes off him, Pan Dahai was full of curiosity about him.

"How old were you when you died?"

Lou Sheng replied: "He was 23 years old and died by jumping off a building."

Pan Dahai sighed with regret, "Why did you jump off the building?"

Lou Sheng didn't want to talk about it any further, so he waved his hand and said, "A good man doesn't brag about his past achievements."

He jumped to his death, how could he not be brave? Pan Dahai guessed that this kid was also a rebellious and unruly person before his death. He looked Lou Sheng up and down, licked his lips and said, "After death, ghosts are confused and it takes years to wake up. How long have you been dead, and you can touch the real thing."

Lou Sheng had just arrived and was just getting used to his new role, so he knew nothing about these inside stories. Hearing Pan Dahai's words, he felt his own uniqueness. Floating in the air, he realized that even his sweatshirt felt weightless. He told Pan Dahai, "Uncle, I'm always hungry."

Pan Dahai pointed over there, where Ying Zhisheng was taking off his apron after washing the dishes. "If you're hungry, just follow him. Eat his yang energy and steal his luck. He's a powerful figure. No matter where I float, in the streets or in the malls, I hear him singing. Dededededede... La la la la la, it's so nice."

This uncle's singing is so tune-deaf that it sounds terrible.

Lou Sheng agreed, floating over to Ying Zhisheng without a word, circling him. Looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar face, the twenty-three-year-old Ying Zhisheng was completely different from the sixteen-year-old Ying Zhisheng. Introverted and calm, lonely and immature, yet still the same person, simply honed and polished by time.

"How come Ying Zhisheng is so brave? I can't tell."

Just now in the kitchen, Lou Sheng deliberately projected his tragic appearance of jumping off the building to his death on Ying Zhisheng's mobile phone so that he could see it, but the man didn't even frown.

The Lou Sheng brothers put their arms around Ying Zhisheng's shoulders and walked away whizzing. I just wonder if the person being hugged will feel his shoulders suddenly sink.

Ying Zhisheng went to the bathroom to take a shower. Lou Sheng planned to grab his ankles when he was washing his hair and couldn't open his eyes due to the foam. Then Ying Zhisheng would be so scared that he would admit that there was a ghost in the house and ask a master to send Lou Sheng away to set him free.

Lou Sheng had a good idea. He watched Ying Zhisheng strip off his clothes piece by piece in the bathroom. His skin was delicate, not frail, and his muscular lines could even be described as beautiful. And rightly so. Given the amount of traffic Ying Zhisheng's face could bring, and for a top star in the music industry, maintaining a healthy figure was essential.

After a few glances, Lou Sheng felt uneasy and decided to cancel his plan. Instead, he would grab Ying Zhisheng's ankle while he slept. It was like that in the movies: someone dragged and pulled under the bed, followed by a terrified scream and a black screen. Shui Lingling was gone.

Coming out of the bathroom, Lou Sheng was surprised to find Pan Dahai still there. Smiling with eyes crescent, he leaned over and asked, "What's wrong, uncle? Aren't you supposed to be meeting Aunt Hong in the building across the street at this hour? If you don't get over there now, you'll miss it."

Pan Dahai looked melancholy when he mentioned this. "Aunt Hong's son gave birth to two handsome little boys for her. It's not my turn for the third marriage. She told me not to contact her anymore." As he spoke, he wiped away his non-existent tears and wanted to cry.

Lou Sheng expressed sympathy. "Marriage is a matter of personal will, and we can't force it."

Pan Dahai asked him, "Aren't you hungry? Did you listen to me and absorb that person's yang energy and take away their luck? I tell you, doing so will not only fill your stomach, but also turn you into a powerful ghost."

"Really?" Lou Sheng exclaimed in agreement, and said sincerely, "Uncle, you mean well, but I don't know what you're saying. How about you show me a demonstration?"

Pan Dahai touched his round belly and felt a little embarrassed: "But I'm not very hungry right now. Next time, I'll teach you next time."

He paused and changed the subject: "By the way, little brother, I'm waiting here because I want to tell you. I have some guesses as to why you can't leave this house."

"So why?" Lou Sheng couldn't wait to continue.

Pan Dahai sighed, willing to chat with this silly boy for a few more words: "Where our bodies and ashes are after we die, that's where our home is. With the body and ashes as the center, the size of the area where each ghost can move around is determined by their abilities..."

At this point, Pan Dahai paused, glancing at Lou Sheng with a subtle expression. To cut to the chase, "I estimate that this person is most likely holding your ashes. This Ying Zhisheng is a famous star and singer, and he's appeared on the China National Television Gala. What's your relationship with him?"

"It doesn't matter. We were classmates for two years, but we didn't play together anymore."

As they were talking, Ying Zhisheng just came out of the shower. Lou Sheng stared at him in deep thought.

His ashes are in Ying Zhisheng's hands?

No, Lou Sheng estimated that Ying Zhisheng might not even know about his death.

He remembered that on the day he jumped off the building, Ying Juxing was happily receiving an award in Los Angeles, USA.