Chapter 119: Evil Script Murder
"Master, you, you mean that the one haunting me is a female ghost?" The purple-haired boy asked incredulously, "And this female ghost wants me to be her husband?!"
"Yeah." Jiang Ruan Ning nodded, "She even thinks you are her husband. Have you dreamed of you and a woman getting married these past few nights?"
The purple-haired boy was so shocked that his pupils dilated. "Yes! Master, you are amazing! I have dreamed for three consecutive nights that I was getting married to a woman whose face I couldn't see. Every time I was about to lift the veil, I woke up."
The purple-haired boy seemed to have thought of something, his face turned even paler, and he said in panic, "The woman who married me in the dream, couldn't...could it be the female ghost that haunted me!"
"It's her." Jiang Ruan Ning looked at the red figure next to the purple-haired boy again.
The woman was wearing an ancient wedding dress with a red veil covering her head. Her pale little hands were holding the corner of the purple-haired boy's clothes, and her three-inch golden lotus feet were wearing a pair of red embroidered shoes.
The purple-haired boy also had a very conspicuous big red flower tied on his chest.
"Shit!" The purple-haired boy was so scared that his voice trembled. "What should I do now? What does she want to do? I don't want to marry a female ghost!"
"Master, you must help me!"
Jiang Ruan Ning withdrew her gaze from the female ghost and looked at the purple-haired boy who was shaking with fear: "Before you met this female ghost, did you and your friend play a script-killing game?"
"Yes!" The purple-haired boy was stunned, then his face changed drastically and he asked, "Could it be that the female ghost is related to the script-killing?"
"That's right." Jiang Ruan Ning suddenly sneered, "You won't die if you don't do it. Before you played this script-killing game, you must have heard a lot of rumors about the haunting of this script."
"But your curiosity makes you very interested in this book. The more people say this book is weird, the more you want to play it."
"Even though the regular studio had already removed this copy from the shelves, you still found it through other means, and then spent a lot of money to find a studio willing to take it over and play with this copy."
“After that, all kinds of weird things started happening.”
"Everyone who has played this book has had an accident."
"Some people have had car accidents, some people have become ill, some people have lost their minds, some people have lost a lot of money. Now you are the only one who has not been in an accident yet."
"Damn it, it's because of that book! I said that book can't be played! But they insisted on going, and they insisted on dragging me along!" The purple-haired boy scratched his hair madly, and his already messy hair was made into a chicken coop by him.
He was so angry that his eyes turned red: "A week ago, a friend asked me to play script-killing. I usually like to play this game, so I agreed to it."
The purple-haired boy is called Chen Lin.
He usually loves to play script-killing games.
When I have nothing to do, I like to hang out with a few brothers who have the same interests.
Almost all the script-killing studios, big and small, in Jiangcheng have been played by them.
Whenever there is something new, several people will immediately make an appointment to have fun.
As they play for a long time, they become more and more picky about the scripts.
Ordinary books can no longer satisfy them.
They began to look for those niche and special books.
Last weekend, Chen Lin was bored at home when Xu Shengjie sent him a WeChat message, saying that they had found a very interesting and special book and asked him if he wanted to play with it.
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