Chapter 890 Find someone who can make the decision
The viewers in the live stream were still in the mood for jokes, completely unaware that this was not a live stream accident, but a rather frightening incident.
The people at the scene weren't acting; they were genuinely terrified.
The staff were running around in a panic, no one remembering where the lights were, while the director was already in terrible danger.
The hand that had been groping him all over finally grabbed his neck and lifted him up after he resisted and cursed as he tried to get away.
"What are you doing? Help, hehe, help...help..." The director was choked and couldn't speak, his eyes rolling back.
When Ye Wanxi and her companion arrived, this was the scene they witnessed.
Although the director was a bit of a jerk in his daily life, he was not so rude as to risk his life. Feng Tianyu used his foot to grab a torch next to him and kicked it forward, which hit the hand.
The director also fell to the ground with a thud, clutching his aching neck and coughing incessantly.
With a loud bang, a torch was successfully lit, illuminating everything in the courtyard.
The staff dressed in black scattered and fled, and now they are all standing in their own places.
Gu Shaoling and Zhao Yun'er sensed something was wrong beforehand and helped each other to hide to the side, thus escaping unscathed.
Only Lian Lifan, who was terrified, squatted there dumbly, his legs weak, not daring to move an inch.
The staff were in a panic and had no idea that there was someone squatting on the ground. They kicked, bumped, or stomped on him several times as they ran.
It wasn't until everyone realized what had happened that they discovered he had several footprints on his body and was on the verge of death, looking as if he had been seriously injured.
Several staff members who vaguely remembered stepping on someone touched their noses guiltily, none of them daring to step forward and take responsibility.
The director, needless to say, was in dire straits himself. He coughed for a while, clutching his neck which had been choked purple. When he came to his senses, he looked at Ye Wanxi and the other person as if he had seen a savior. He scrambled over to their side and staged a real-life act of clinging to their coattails.
However, he originally wanted to curry favor with Ye Wanxi, but Feng Tianyu saw through his intentions and stepped in to block him, so he ended up currying favor with Feng Tianyu instead.
The director was stunned for only a moment before he quickly realized what was going on and thought, "It doesn't matter who I hug, the most important thing is to survive."
"You two are finally here! Just now, there was a ghost! Please save us, please save us!"
Everyone was speechless at his outburst. Who was it that just casually said "it's just a passing breeze"? Now they're scared? How embarrassing!
Although everyone was complaining in their hearts, they didn't actually say it out loud. Thinking about everything that had just happened, and seeing the bruise on the director's neck, they were also scared!
Ye Wanxi's lips twitched slightly as she watched the director, terrified, clinging tightly to their senior brother's leg as if it were a lifeline.
He tried to hold back but couldn't, and directly pulled the person away: "Talk is talk, don't touch me."
Even after being pulled away, the director was still unwilling to give up and wanted to go forward again. At times like this, you really don't feel safe at all if you don't hold something in your hands!
Unfortunately, neither of them were the type to show tenderness towards women, and even if they were, the director wasn't the kind of woman who needed to be contacted.
"This is your fault."
"Me?" The director was stunned for a few seconds before he realized that Ye Wanxi was talking about him. He stared wide-eyed in disbelief. How could he, as a victim, be blamed?
Ye Wanxi glanced at him, her expression icy, and said, "If it were you, and years after you died, a group of people suddenly appeared on your grave dancing, jokingly recreating the scene of their murder, wouldn't you be angry?"
The director choked, instinctively turning to look at the men in black behind him, trying to find out who their program planner was.
Ye Wanxi didn't care how panicked or confused he was. She crossed her arms in front of her and sneered, "I'm afraid he'll be so angry that he'll crawl out of his grave and drag a few people down with him to appease his hatred."
The director was so frightened by this that he turned around and tried to rush over to hug her leg, but Ye Wanxi kicked him away.
The director, shameless as ever, collapsed to the ground and began wailing, "I was wrong, I was wrong! Don't drag me down! I have an eighty-year-old mother to care for, a three-year-old child to raise, and a mortgage that's been sitting on for over a decade. If I'm gone, my whole family will starve. You're not just taking my life, you're taking my whole family's life!"
"Dear brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts, I'm so sorry! I was blinded by greed and acted irrationally, which is why I did such a stupid thing today. I apologize to you all. Tomorrow, no, I'll have someone go and buy incense and paper money to apologize to you. Please forgive us this time, we will never dare to do it again, please forgive us!"
As soon as the director finished speaking, the familiar cold wind blew again, carrying fallen leaves from the yard and smearing them all over the director's face.
Director: "Pah, pah, pah..."
Everyone: "..."
"It seems they are not very willing to accept your apology."
The director's face turned pale, and he hugged his frail little body, trying his best to minimize his presence.
The staff inside the facility were so terrified they nearly wet themselves, huddled together in twos and threes, trembling with fear.
Seeing this, Ye Wanxi snorted coldly and spoke to the gentle evening breeze, "Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt its debtor. They are not the murderers who killed you. Although they acted without thinking and did offend you, they do not deserve to die. You can teach them a lesson, or have them apologize to you to quell your anger, but please spare their lives for now, how about that?"
As soon as Ye Wanxi said this, the cold wind in the courtyard suddenly stopped.
"Stopped?"
As the cold wind subsided, many people finally calmed down, and a glimmer of hope suddenly appeared in their eyes.
The director was stunned for a moment, then became excited as well: "It's stopped, it's stopped! The wind has stopped! Does this mean they've forgiven me because of you?"
"For my sake?" Ye Wanxi rolled her eyes at him. "I don't have that much influence."
The director's smile suddenly froze: "Then this is..."
Whether they forgive you or not is not up to them.
"Them?" The director shuddered, not daring to ask Ye Wanxi what "them" meant, and only cautiously asked, "What do we do now?"
“What else can we do? Since they can’t make the decision…” Ye Wanxi turned her head and exchanged a glance with Feng Tianyu, then looked up in a certain direction, “Then let’s talk to the ones who can make the decision.”
"Can you make that decision?"
Following Ye Wanxi's gaze, everyone discovered that she was looking in the direction of several guests.
And at this moment, her gaze was fixed on...
(End of this chapter)
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