Chapter 35: A Ghost Marriage with the Dead Bai Yueguang (Thirty-Five)
In the dim environment, a rustling sound suddenly came to my ears, as if something as thin as a cicada's wing was fluttering around my ears. Many people subconsciously reached out to grab a handful and carefully examined it...
Looks like paper?
The faint halo of light from the screen was reflected on the hands, and everyone could see clearly what they were holding.
White paper money with a round shape and a square hole!
It’s the stuff they sprinkled on the streets during funerals in the old days, that’s what they show on TV!!!
There was a lot of chatter in the cinema. Many people jumped up from their seats after a moment of stunned silence, and ran out screaming, with popcorn and paper money flying everywhere.
A Qiang was also running out, completely ignoring his girlfriend who was stumbling behind him. However, the door, which had been open all the time, slammed shut with a clang as A Qiang walked forward, so the person behind him naturally did not go out.
At this time, the woman on the screen slowly walked to the dressing table in the room. Her red dress fell straight to her knees, and her bare arms were pale.
Then she sat down, and her face was reflected in the mirror, covered with bloodstains and scars, looking extremely miserable.
"ah!!!"
The movie was tampered with, paper money was flying everywhere...
Everyone locked in the theater went crazy and pulled at the door handles. Only Aqiang stood there in a daze, like an idiot, his body stiff, staring at the big screen with fear in his eyes.
In just a few seconds, the female ghost in the mirror smiled at him. The liquid on her red lips was not evenly spread, and the smell of blood hit him in the face.
"Azhen..." Aqiang opened his mouth slightly, and his dry throat was a little hoarse.
Then the female ghost turned around, and her blood-red nails appeared in the center of the screen and began to extend infinitely. Just when the palm was about to break through the screen, a snap of the fingers was heard, masked by a scream.
Snap——
The white noise of falling rain instantly filled my eardrums, and the young man and woman on the playground uttered that classic line: "Ou Haochen, I declare you!"
The audience that had been pulling at the door flung it open at that moment, and everyone filed out, yelling, "Fuck! Where's that idiot showing the movie?"
A Qiang fell to the ground with a thud, his face pale.
Yu Huo glanced down at him and walked past him without saying a word. After leaving the theater, the disfigured ghost stared at him from the corner with hatred on his face, his hoarse voice trembling like a broken bellows: "Why didn't you let me kill that scum?"
The disfigured ghost's original name was Li Yuzhen. Her family was not rich, and she was not particularly good-looking. She was just an ordinary and well-behaved girl.
That year she started working, she met a doctor from a plastic surgery clinic named Liu Qiang. He was good-looking and had the halo of a plastic surgeon. After falling in love, Li Yuzhen inevitably felt a little inferior.
At this time, Liu Qiang began to encourage Li Yuzhen to have plastic surgery, just like the girl he met in the cinema. He had her eyes and chin done, and then he asked her to have a nose augmentation. She spent money like water, but the results were unsatisfactory.
Moreover, Liu Qiang was very good at PUA. Li Yuzhen was tamed and lay on the operating table obediently time and time again. All her savings over the years were drained away, and she eventually died on the operating table.
To put it bluntly, Liu Qiang is not a plastic surgeon at all. He is a medical agent of that plastic surgery hospital and his commission is quite considerable.
Li Yuzhen naturally hated him, but unfortunately the guy ran away after she got into trouble, gave up the lease on the house, and hadn't been to the plastic surgery hospital for a long time. Li Yuzhen was too weak to find him at all. Although they were in the same city, this was the first time they met by chance in more than ten years.
She really wanted to kill him.
The disfigured ghost looked at Yu Huo, gritting his teeth and saying, "Why are you stopping me? Why are you helping him?"
"I don't care about the other ghosts, I only stopped them because of you!"
Yu Huo sighed. They had been together for many years and had developed some feelings for each other. How could he just watch a disfigured ghost do business at a loss?
"That guy will die in a car accident tomorrow. Why would you incur a blood debt for something like that?"
The disfigured ghost paused for a moment, his face twisted, and then he asked in surprise, "He's going to die tomorrow?"
Yu Huo nodded: "He has a deathly look on his face. He will definitely die tomorrow, and it will be extremely miserable. If he doesn't die, I will give Jiang Feng to you."
The disfigured ghost secretly glanced at the fierce ghost opposite with a stern face, and waved his hand to refuse: "No, no need, I believe your fortune telling..."
"When he dies tomorrow, you'll be reincarnated." Yu Huo didn't want to watch that crappy movie anymore. His eyes flicked over the staff apologizing to the crowd not far away. Before the disfigured ghost could speak, he added, "I'll find a backdoor for you and help you find a good reincarnation."
The disfigured ghost's refusal lingered in his mouth before he swallowed it. He then pressed the issue, "Is there someone down there?"
"have."
"I want someone with good genes, who will grow up to be a beautiful woman."
"Okay."
"Is it okay to have a face like Bingbing's?"
Yu Huo paused, looking expressionlessly at the disfigured ghost who was getting more and more aggressive: "Liu Qiang hasn't gone far yet, it's still not too late for you to kill him now."
The disfigured ghost pursed his lips and pretended to be pitiful: "It would be fine if I had someone like Yifei..."
Yu Huo sneered: "Sister, don't act like a spoiled child with me. I won't fall for that. Get out of here!"
**
Yu Huo was secretly photographed by paparazzi while watching a movie, and the raw photos were exposed and appeared on the hot search again.
——I’m dying of laughter. The paparazzi took another set of photos of my brother Yu.
——Yu Huo has a face that looks like he has a lot of girlfriends, but he ends up watching movies and eating hotpot alone every day... How miserable.
—It seems like the only actresses he's close to are Xiao Yingying and Xiao Yan? Perhaps they'll be dealt with internally?
- Don't mess around, my brother Yu came out a long time ago! And these two sisters, one is in love, the other is chasing after the producer, they both have someone, okay?
——It’s good to come out. What I can’t get, no other woman can get!
——I heard that he has a close relationship with Jiang Ziyu, the former prince of Xingyao Entertainment. Are they having an underground relationship?
——I changed my name a long time ago to Zhao Ziyu. I want to be the first one among the Hundred Family Surnames!
——Hey, when it comes to Xingyao Entertainment, I can’t help but think of my ex-husband who is still working on a sewing machine there.
——Are you talking about Yan Xun?
——Hahahaha, the one who is presentable is called the ex-husband, and the one like you who is not presentable is called the ex-con.
- Stop talking about those unlucky things, look at me, Brother Yu! This face is really well maintained, he's already in his thirties, and he's still so fresh~
——Sure enough, truth comes from practice. Raising children cannot prevent aging, but skin care can!
On the way back, Yu Huo bought a can of beer and drank it in the car. After drinking it, he leaned back in the back seat and stared blankly at the street, the pedestrians, and the sunlight outside the window.
Because Jiang Feng was by his side, his sleepiness was alleviated to a great extent, and sometimes he even missed the feeling of being half asleep and half awake.
Pang Yingjun parked the car. Bao Yu wanted to help Yu Huo into the house, but he refused.
"I can walk on my own."
As he spoke, he walked diagonally.
Bao Yu: “…”
The strange thing is that even though Yu Huo's body was tilted at 30 degrees, he still walked steadily and never fell.
The moment the door closed, Yu Huo's light steps missed a step and the evil spirit easily carried him on its shoulders. On the way back to the bedroom, he heard the other party murmur, "It's been fourteen years. When will we reincarnate?"
Yu Huo has been asking this question a lot lately. Li Gui has long since lost his fragile heart and instead tutted his tongue: "Why are you in such a hurry?"
"Can you not be anxious? If I don't die soon, I'll be old."
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