Chapter 78

A police officer named Chen Ji told Fuquan that if Lou Sheng would only cooperate with the police in the investigation, he would change his fate and bring him back to life. Fuquan couldn't understand why Lou Sheng refused and even wanted to agree on behalf of the ghost.

Ying Zhisheng's online reputation has improved somewhat, but there's still no clarification regarding the ghost-raising incident. Just today, the National Special Investigation Office launched an account and released its first video, captioned "You have to walk your own path in life; feudal superstitions are unacceptable," which immediately ignited public opinion.

Netizens took advantage of the chaos to point the finger at Ying Zhisheng. Gao Yixuan couldn't wait to start a live broadcast and swore in front of the majority of netizens that there was something fishy going on around Ying Zhisheng and that Sun Qing and Zhou Haoji were killed by Ying Zhisheng in a sinister way.

Even after the clarification, there are still many people maliciously spreading rumors that Ying Zhisheng's songs are not original and that he is just trying to create a persona.

However, over here, Dong Chi had worked all night and had almost finished preparing the script.

Unable to bear the piercing headache, Dong Chi rubbed his temples and outlined the role Ying Zhisheng was to play: "Your name is Dan Tu, an introverted and somewhat solitary male college student. Your father abused you and your mother abandoned you since childhood. You were beaten constantly, starved, and doused with boiling water and hot oil. You were locked in a dog cage and laughed at by your peers. Your teachers and neighbors looked down on you."

Lou Sheng drifted over and frowned upon hearing this: "This is too tragic! Can't they arrange some cool, male-centered stories?"

"What do you know? The more miserable a person is, the more people will feel sorry for him. Look at this character. He has Ying Zhisheng's face and has gone through so many tragic experiences. Even if he kills ten or twenty innocent people in the plot, there will still be people who will feel sorry for him and help him whitewash himself. This way, the character's reputation will not affect Ying Zhisheng, and he might even gain a lot of fans."

Lou Sheng didn't understand, but he knew full well that professional matters should be left to professionals. But he still had concerns: "Can Ying Zhisheng act out these scenes?"

"No need to act." Dong Chi waved his hand. "In the end, we will understand Dan Tu's tragic experience from the perspective of others."

That’s pretty good, Lou Sheng had no objection.

Dong Chi was looking at his phone and saw a lot of negative news about Ying Zhisheng online. He sighed in frustration and said, "Is it okay for Ying Zhisheng to write the ending theme and interlude for the movie?"

Fuquan nodded repeatedly, "Okay, thank you, Director Dong."

What's the trouble? It's not a trouble at all as long as you can see the deceased people you miss.

Ying Zhisheng remained silent throughout the performance, knowing full well how well he was doing. Every time he acted, he'd watch the actor opposite him, startled and impassioned, unable to immerse himself in the role. He'd constantly be wondering if the other actor had made a mistake in their positioning, or if they'd misspoken their lines, always remaining a bystander.

He also doesn't like to talk, and his lines would take him three pages to memorize.

If Lou Sheng hadn't posted on his WeChat Moments that he preferred going to the cinema to karaoke, he wouldn't have impulsively thought about entering the film industry. Naive and serious, afraid of being forgotten by a heartless person, he always wanted to appear in front of him.

I remember that last year a blogger specially edited videos of Ying Zhisheng's eye expressions, and said, "The opponent actor is everywhere but not in your eyes." It quickly received 100,000 likes and became a hot topic.

Lou Sheng thought it was really difficult to let Ying Zhisheng act, and couldn't help laughing, "If you really win the Best Actor award, it will prove one thing: talent and passion can't compare to suitability."

With a curled mouth, Ying Zhisheng said helplessly, "What a pipe dream!" Then the doorbell suddenly rang, and the sound echoed in his heart with a chilling sound.

Cheng Zhi looked at the surveillance camera outside the door very carefully. There was no one there, and the lights in the corridor were flickering.

Before he could even open the door, a gust of cold wind blew in, blinding him. It knocked over vases, flipped pages, and sent curtains swaying. Fear, this fear, made Cheng Zhi's mind go blank, his limbs stiff, and he couldn't speak even when he opened his mouth.

But Dong Chi could see a group of ghosts crowding into the living room. Twenty or thirty of them? Transparent souls with only whites of their eyes, no pupils. Men and women stood in neat rows with their heads bowed, their eyes gazing at him with murderous intent.

The ghost's whispering and groaning were the resentment of the dead, the immense pain before death. Sharp nails seemed ready to dig into the neck at any moment, causing it to lose control and go mad.

It was like falling into an ice cellar. Whether they could see the ghost or not, no one dared to say a word.

Dong Chi was so scared that he shrank on the sofa. A female ghost bent over and stared at him with her terrifying white eyes, as if she was exploring something.

If this female ghost knew that he could see ghosts, would she kill him?

The female ghost's dark mouth was grinning as she sang a mournful song, her long, soft black hair covering most of her face.

"My lover, you are not coming back..."

"Jump into the well, suona playing..."

"That pretty girl, oh my, she's not a virtuous woman and there's no grave for her."

Undisguised in her hatred, the ghost stared intently at the person on the sofa as she sang. As she leaned forward, the tail of her long black hair brushed against Dong Chi's face, and he flinched reflexively, his singing pausing as a chilling silence descended.

The female ghost asked faintly: "Can you see me?"

Dong Chi couldn't stand it anymore, he jumped up from the sofa and shouted, "Lou Sheng, save me! Hurry up and save me! You're protecting Ying Zhisheng behind you and you don't care about me!!"

The long nails were only centimeters away from the back of the head. The boy suddenly appeared and grabbed Su Bai's wrist. Lou Sheng smiled and said, "Don't, sister. My buddy didn't do anything bad. Otherwise, I can introduce you to someone else to change your target."

The female ghost didn't say anything and returned to the dense group of ghosts in the blink of an eye.

The crowded group of ghosts pushed and shoved to make a wider path, with their heads lowered respectfully, standing neatly and at first glance looking like a lot of motionless dummies.

The clatter of high heels gradually approached. Five or six ghosts surrounded the person walking in the middle, shouting angrily, "Watch out! Get behind us! Don't let your ghostly stench fill us!"

The man he supported was adorned with gold and silver, his gaze confident and commanding, like an eagle returning from hunting. Before he could even say he wanted to sit down, a ghost came rushing over to blow away the dust, put down the cushions, straighten the blankets, and serve tea and water.

This was too much. Dong Chi's eyes widened and he muttered, "Fuck! Lou Sheng! Look!"

Lou Sheng can see it.

Gao Xinhua, whom I hadn't seen for over a year, sat cross-legged on the sofa, a woman's cigarette between his fingers. His eyes were filled with hostility, yet he wore a kind smile: "My son, come here and let Mom see you."

Whether alive or dead, his mother is doing so awesome.

Lou Sheng walked over and gave her a hug, saying softly, "I missed you so much after you died."

"I miss you, too." Gao Xinhua only cared about one question: "How did you die?"

Gao Xinhua died suddenly. She always thought that life was too hard and wanted Lou Sheng to live a carefree life until he was thirty or forty years old. She had not taught her son much, so she was worried and anxious.

The child whom she had taken such good care of and educated with such care turned into a ghost and met her in the underworld when he was only in his early twenties. Gao Xinhua was so angry that the cigarette between her fingers was shaking.

After learning that shareholders had forced him to take over, used him as a moral blackmail, and even plotted to kill someone after his revenge was successful, Gao Xinhua smiled and nodded, saying, "You're great. Don't worry about my death. You and I are both completely defenseless against our loved ones. He'll succeed sooner or later if he wants to kill me."

As she spoke, her beautiful eyes swept over Ying Zhisheng beside her. Gao Xinhua lowered his head and sneered, then raised his head again with a gentle expression: "Good boy, introduce your friends to me."