Chapter 49 Playing Big (9)

Zhou Haoji had obtained this ghost from Zhang Kaifa. It was priceless and was said to be the ghost king of a certain area. The first thing Zhou Haoji did after receiving it was to repair his front teeth, spending as much blood as a mineral water bottle cap to achieve this.

The ghost Zhou Haoji kept was an adult male named Li Ping. A deep line ran through his brow, his eyes were unfocused, and he stood slightly hunched behind his owner.

Li Ping stared at Lou Sheng. Ying Zhisheng was going over the past, teaching Lou Sheng how to play the ukulele. He placed his palm over the back of Lou Sheng's hand, and could smell the faint scent of laundry on his body.

At first, Lou Sheng nodded repeatedly and said he had learned it, but now he knows nothing when asked.

Lou Sheng patted his shoulder and told him the truth: "Actually, I didn't learn it back then. You taught me so hard that I lied to you and said I did."

Ying Zhisheng reached out to shake her hand back, but it didn't matter that he caught nothing. Lou Sheng couldn't be blamed for this little lie. He really didn't have much interest in musical instruments, but he did have a talent for chess and had won awards.

"Although the night catchers may take a nap, be sure not to wake them up."

Liu Qifeng finished his ad and smiled at the camera, announcing the start of the game. Ying Zhisheng, well prepared, decisively and efficiently used his water gun to eliminate Zhou Haoji once again.

To everyone's surprise, Zhou Haoji, who had been slapped, wiped his face and asked hesitantly, "Is this considered a foul?"

"No, no! How can it be considered a foul? The rules of the game are there!" Zhao Qingchu almost couldn't hold back his lips.

Jian Qian and Qi Chang just watched, not daring to interrupt. Gao Yixuan, who had been mumbling all day, walked up to Zhou Haoji and said, "Brother, your forehead is black."

It started again! When would this crappy show be finished? Zhao Wu was overwhelmed and had no choice but to announce in front of everyone: "Zhou Haoji is out."

[Great Luck and Small Profit: Grass, grass, grass, grass, grass! Get out of here! Ying Zhisheng, are you sick?!]

[The meat of the foreign mouse is delicious: hahahahahahahahahahahaha]

[The whole world is my dog: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, Zhou Haoji was so angry that his neck stiffened]

[du: That’s a bit too much.]

[Huashenghua1379: We really can't keep secrets when we have children. I hate it when someone is so obvious.]

[You're so confused: I saw Zhao Qingchu smirking [eat melon] [eat melon]]

Anonymous user 741472: [Laughing]

[Ji Mou loves you: Are Jian Qian and Qi Chang mute? Can't they say a few words for our Haoji? This game is unfair!]

Haoji wants to be happy today: He's crazy. Gao Yixuan is just a script writer. He's deliberately cursing our Haoji for the sake of popularity.

【Good luck: Ahhhh! You should die! You bitch!】

[Family Husband Aji: Is there any point in participating in this variety show? Bullying Zhou Haoji like this, Ying Zhisheng, the bully, needs to get out of here right now!!!]

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Zhou Haoji was still feeling depressed, but he smiled and said, "See you again, everyone."

As soon as he turned around and left the camera, he darkly attempted to take revenge on Ying Zhisheng and Zhao Qingchu. It would be best if these two people died! Die quickly!

"I want Ying Zhisheng to die suddenly on the spot during the show!"

"I want Zhao Qingchu to become a cripple, a blind, disfigured, and urinating cripple!"

Before being captured by Zhang Kaifa, Li Ping was the Ghost King of a certain faction. This time, he was sold for a whopping 60 million yuan. He was middle-aged and died suddenly in an accident while working on a construction site. He had young children and a frail wife.

He was full of resentment and had to use every possible means to dominate the area for more than ten years, thinking that if he could not help his children at all while he was alive, he had to bring blessings to his family after his death.

Now, he was forced to stay by Zhou Haoji's side.

Except for Lou Sheng who was worshipped as an ancestor, the rest of the ghosts were forcibly tamed by Zhang Kaifa using cruel means.

Li Ping hadn't spoken for a long time, causing his voice to become erratic and hoarse. "...The reward isn't enough."

"You useless thing, so greedy! If it weren't for me, would you have met so many big shots in your life? Ying Zhisheng and Zhao Qingchu, poor and greedy, all low-class people are like this!" Zhou Haoji scolded and insulted without restraint. Anyway, this ghost was his slave, a dog he raised, and he was called the Ghost King. He didn't deserve to be called such a timid person!

After cursing, Zhou Haoji asked again: "How much do you want, you loser?"

Li Ping endured these humiliations. His son hadn't started a family yet, his daughter was still in college, and his wife's health was deteriorating. He wanted to wait until the day he was free so he could go see them.

Can you really get through it?

Suddenly, a hand was placed on his shoulder. Li Ping turned around and saw a boy with outstanding appearance and curved eyebrows. The boy was also a ghost, but the special thing was that the ghost's eyes were bright and lively, not like a dead person.

Lou Sheng raised the corners of his mouth, blinked, and laughed, "This Zhou Haoji is really low-class and has no quality. Uncle, you can only tolerate it."

"I couldn't help it," Li Ping replied bitterly. "I was captured by a Taoist priest and trapped in a small jar, where I was tortured every day. It was the anniversary of my death, and I was going home to visit my wife and children when I was caught at my doorstep."

Just one step away from falling to the bottom and becoming a ghost slave.

Lou Sheng uttered a cry and told the truth: "The Ying Zhisheng whom Zhou Haoji asked you to harm is my brother. I have to take care of this." As for the innocent Zhao Qingchu, he didn't want to be unable to take care of him.

Li Ping smiled and said, "I won't agree to that. My daughter put up a poster on the wall. I don't know many words, but I happen to know the two characters 'Ying' and 'Sheng'. If I make her Xinxin sad, she will be sad."

"What the hell! Why are you ignoring me when I ask you a question? I'm asking you how much compensation you want to do this for? Huh?" Zhou Haoji didn't get a response. He watched the live broadcast on his phone, where Ying Zhisheng was filming him face-to-face, and the comments were full of praise for his handsomeness. He gritted his teeth in anger: "Fuck you."

Zhou Haoji had a white figurine with Li Ping's birth date and time written in cinnabar, and he stepped on it directly.

Lou Sheng saw Li Ping lying on the ground in pain, unable to move as if he was being stepped on.

The agent happened to walk in and saw his strange behavior and asked in confusion: "What are you doing?"

"I didn't do anything." Zhou Haoji kicked the little man under the cabinet without changing his expression.

"What's wrong with your teeth?"

"Don't ask too many questions!"

Lou Sheng watched the farce in silence, then quietly floated out to find Ying Zhisheng.

At night, the shadows of the mountain trees sway and the sound of the wind is like the cry of ghosts. A full moon hangs in the deep blue night sky, reflected on the calm lake. The whole mountain is shrouded in clear blue.

Having just finished a desperate escape, this variety show must have been quite physically demanding. Ying Zhisheng sat under a tree, twirling the snake bracelet on his wrist, waiting for a long time. Nearby were Jian Qian and Qi Chang, sleeping leaning against each other, and Zhao Qingchu, who was overjoyed at Zhou Haoji's elimination.

"I'm back. Let me watch over you as you sleep."

Ying Zhisheng watched Lou Sheng approaching, feeling the biting cold, his eyelids drooping and he closed his eyes, finally falling asleep.

Lou Sheng sat on the tree and looked at the moon, thinking of Li Ping and his mother whose whereabouts were still unknown.

Li Ping had gone through so many things, and his mother might have been one of them. It is said that after death one rests in peace and goes to paradise. I wonder how heartbroken Li Ping's family must have been when they knew what had happened to them.

A few bird calls shattered the stillness of the jungle, followed by the rustling of leaves and the crash of something heavy against a tree. From afar, a ragged ghost crept quietly closer, its limbs twisted and its eyes, two large black holes, stared at the unaware guests.

First, it clung to Zhao Qingchu's back, using its hands and feet to cling tightly like a giant leech. Grinning, it maliciously attempted to entangle the man.

Suddenly, he found Ying Zhisheng sleeping against a tree.

The ghost jumped down and quickly crawled on the ground, heading straight for Ying Zhisheng. Just as he stretched out his hand to touch the edge of his clothes, another bony hand grabbed it with an unyielding force.

"Hey, do you know how difficult it was for Ying Zhisheng to fall asleep this time?"

Lou Sheng's eyes turned cold, but he still smiled: "Let's change the target. This Ying Zhisheng is my little brother."

The ghost bared its teeth at Lou Sheng, and the lonely ghost pounced on him and was about to bite Lou Sheng.

The difference in strength was too great, and Lou Sheng easily pinned the ghost to the ground with one hand, warning him, "Behave yourself. If you piss me off, I'll eat you."

The ghost wanted to scream, but Lou Sheng directly broke his jaw.

"Well, I'll let you run for thirty seconds. If I catch you after that, I'll eat you up piece by piece." Lou Sheng looked at the other person with interest, licked his lips, smiled sinisterly, and began to count: "One, two, three..."

The ghost rolled and crawled into the depths of the forest at an extremely fast speed, not even looking back for fear of being caught and eaten.

Lou Sheng patiently counted to thirty, then snorted. He wasn't bothered to play the game of chase. He looked down at Ying Zhisheng, who was fast asleep against a tree. He squatted down and observed him for a moment. "Sleeping like a pig, if it weren't for me, you'd be haunted by a ghost."

"Aren't you a light sleeper and always waking up? What kind of dream is this? You're sleeping so soundly."

Out of curiosity, Lou Sheng entered Ying Zhisheng's dream.

As he entered, the piccolo fell to the ground, making a crisp sound. His heart skipped a beat. In front of him was Ying Zhisheng, his hair half-dried, fresh from the shower. Lou Sheng was leaning over him, his lips just inches apart, a kiss imminent.

Ying Zhisheng pulled Lou Sheng into his arms, his arms tightly wrapped around him to tighten the embrace. His lips lingered on his jaw and cheek, and he asked softly and ambiguously, "Is it okay?"

"What?"

"Lou Sheng, can you give me a sweet dream?"

Lou Sheng's mind was in a mess, and he had time to be distracted. He thought that no one could control Ying Zhisheng's face, and he couldn't blame him for kissing him lustfully in the first place.