Chapter 93 Jinjiang Debut
Bai Mian's forehead felt slightly hot, and the azure lotus on her forehead slowly blossomed, with the petals turning red. Huang Dafa widened his eyes in surprise: "Oh my god, your tattoo can actually move! Awesome, has the tattooing technology become so advanced now?"
The lotus on Bai Mian's forehead continued to bloom, and a tiny eye appeared in the center of the flower. Bai Mian looked at Huang Dafa with that eye, only to see that there was nothing around him. Bai Mian raised his head and continued to look upwards, and saw a pair of gray feet above his head.
Huang Dafa noticed that Bai Mian's gaze stopped, and he instantly became extremely nervous, his heart pounding.
"Master, what exactly did you see?" Huang Da asked.
Bai Mian didn't say anything. He reached out and held Huang Dafa's wrist, sharing what he saw with him. Huang Dafa looked up in fear, but saw nothing. He breathed a sigh of relief: "Oh, there's nothing above my head. Master, you're not being mysterious, are you?"
"Look back."
Bai Mian said softly.
Huang Dafa turned his head tremblingly and saw the mirror in the bathroom. In the mirror, hanging above his head was Nie Zhihui, who had been dead for many days. Nie Zhihui was still in the hanging posture, his skin and flesh had rotted beyond recognition, his body was swollen, and pus was dripping down. After noticing Huang Dafa's gaze, Nie Zhihui bent his body in an incredible posture, put his face in front of Huang Dafa, and gave him a terrifying smile.
"Because you are not from the Xuanmen sect, I can only use the mirror as a medium to let you see the spirits of another world," Bai Mian added, "Once I let go of your hand, the shared image will end. If you can't bear it, you can tell me at any time."
Before Bai Mian could finish his words, Huang Dafa was so scared that he sat down on the ground. He screamed and wet his pants. Bai Mian quickly let go of his hand. Huang Dafa howled and pounded the bathroom door. Bai Mian helped him open the door, and Huang Dafa ran away as if he was running for his life.
Huang Dafa pushed aside the crowd and ran directly to the street. No one was seen. The onlookers looked at each other in bewilderment. Everyone was very curious about what happened in the bathroom. Even Lame Brother couldn't help asking, "Little God of Wealth, what did you show him?"
Bai Mian put his hand to his mouth and made a "hush" gesture: "This is a secret."
The crowd blocking the bathroom door dispersed on their own accord. Bai Mian led everyone back to the hall. Que Ge was a little worried: "He just ran away like that. Shouldn't we go look for him? There are a lot of cars on the road. I think he is already unconscious. If something happens, it will be our fault..."
Bai Mian shook his head: "No need, Huang Dafa didn't come alone, he brought an assistant with him. He is not completely insane, he is just terribly frightened. He will go back to the hotel to find his assistant, and the assistant will take him back to the south."
Lame Brother scratched his head: "Is this the end of the story? It's so illogical, and you haven't even helped him exorcise the ghost yet."
Bai Mian smiled helplessly: "I don't have the ability to help him exorcise the ghost now."
Lame brother said in surprise: "Really? Little God of Wealth, I always thought you were so powerful and omnipotent, but it turns out you can't deal with ghosts?"
Bai Mian spread his hands: "That's right, I can only see ghosts now, but I don't have the ability to subdue them. I still need to grow."
Lame Brother looked into the distance and said, "This man is in trouble. He is haunted by a ghost. I don't think his fate will be good."
Bai Mian sighed softly, "Yes, when he returns to the south, his wife will send him to a mental hospital, and his shares will be swallowed up by his wife. He will live a hard life in the mental hospital for a few days, and then be strangled to death by Nie Zhihui's ghost. That's why I said just now that he doesn't have much time left."
"Hanged?" Lame Brother smacked his lips.
Bai Mian: "The ghost would tie the hospital bed sheet around his neck while he was asleep and strangle him to death. Nie Zhihui did this to make Huang Dafa feel the same pain as him before he died."
Lame Brother was shocked: "This is the true revenge of a ghost. It doesn't do anything surprising, but just kills people directly. Since Nie Zhihui's ghost really exists, why doesn't he take action now, but waits for a while before taking action?"
Bai Mian: "If a person has resentment after death and lingers in the world, he will turn into a ghost. A newly dead ghost cannot touch real objects. The earliest he can do so is after 9981 days."
Lame Brother was eager to try: "I have lived for so many years and have never seen a ghost. Can you take me to see one?"
Bai Mian rejected him immediately: "If a living person sees a ghost, it will definitely damage his Yin Qi. If you don't want to shorten your life, don't look for trouble. Look at Huang Dafa just now, that's the fate of a living person seeing a ghost."
After Bai Mian said this, Lame Brother became quiet, but the audience in the live broadcast room started discussing it heatedly.
[Uh, I say, this is too outrageous, it's really stupid, would anyone really believe it? 】
[Although I am a fan of the master, I also think today's live broadcast is too fantasy...]
[Yes, two people went into the room, closed the door, and did nothing. They claimed to the public that they saw a ghost. Do they think we are fools? 】
[Pfft, this is too thoughtless. How about spending some money to make a special effect? 】
[Hahaha, whoever believes me will laugh!] 】
[Oh my God, I'm beginning to doubt my life. Are there really ghosts in this world? 】
Bai Mian looked at the comments floating in front of him and said to the camera: "Don't panic, everything that happened just now was just a script, just have fun watching it."
"ah?"
The onlookers were all surprised. They had been watching in Ci Xin Hall for so many days and had witnessed Bai Mian's strength. After seeing the ghost scene just now, everyone was still skeptical. Bai Mian's words confused people.
"What are you doing? Why are you saying that?" Brother Cripple was anxious and stepped forward to stop Bai Mian. "We didn't make a script. What happened just now was clearly real! Our store isn't well-off to begin with, so where would we get the money to hire someone to write a script? When you first started the show, you emphasized to everyone that everything we broadcast live was real. Have you forgotten? Aren't you destroying your reputation by saying that now?"
Bai Mian did not explain, but repeated what he had just said calmly, and emphasized: "From now on, all the content involving ghosts is made up by me, please do not take it seriously."
After saying this, Bai Mian turned off the live broadcast, leaving the audience confused.
Lame Brother became anxious and wanted to argue with Bai Mian. The onlookers around him couldn't stand it anymore and asked Bai Mian in confusion:
"Master, this is clearly your real ability, how can you say it's fake?"
"I saw that man run out just now. His pupils shrank. This is a physiological reaction. It must not be an act!"
"If that man is a script, then what about the previous lovers? Are they all scripts?"
Bai Mian did not answer everyone's questions. Weng Xuhua walked up and asked everyone to leave in the name of lunch break. Only a few people were left in the store. Lame Brother said what he had not finished saying just now:
"Little God of Wealth, were you having a seizure just now? Since you have the ability to see ghosts, why can't you tell others about it? Think about it, there are so many fortune-tellers on the Internet, but you are the only one who can see ghosts. If you tell others about this, you will be the top in the industry!"
He spread his hands and shook his head in confusion: "Now look what you said, you admit it was a script. The audience who used to like you will also unfollow you. Who knows how many fans you will lose now!"
Bai Mian and his master looked at each other, and his master nodded with satisfaction. Perhaps Lame Brother could not understand Bai Mian's behavior, but his master could understand that suddenly bringing up the idea of ghosts in an originally harmonious and stable society would probably lead to people becoming feudal and superstitious. By that time, everyone on the street would be a "master", and the whole thing would turn into a disaster.
Under the repeated questioning of Brother Cripple, Bai Mian gave the following explanation: "Since I have come to this world, I must abide by the rules of this world. I cannot sacrifice the peaceful lives of most people for the sake of my own traffic."
Therefore, lying that there is a script is actually the best option. This way, you can save the live broadcast room and avoid causing panic in society.
After saying this, Bai Mian went to the restaurant to eat. Que Ge stood there, pondering the meaning of this sentence over and over again. He pondered for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out. But at this time, the smell of food from the restaurant wafted over, which aroused Que Ge's appetite. He decided not to worry about this matter anymore. Eating was more important.
The main dishes for lunch today are boiled fish and lotus root and pork ribs soup. The boiled fish is spicy and delicious, especially good with rice. The pork ribs soup is also stewed in a fragrant way and does not taste greasy.
Seeing the dishes on the table, Lame Brother's appetite was whetted. He first served himself a bowl of pork rib soup, then took a piece of boiled fish with chopsticks, and said happily: "Wow, such a rich meal today, is it Chinese New Year? By the way, boss, I remember that you pay attention to health preservation and rarely eat spicy food. Why did the sun rise from the west today?"
Weng Xuhua was silent for a moment, then said solemnly, "This is specially made to cater to Xiao Yang's taste. She likes spicy food."
Lame brother was a little unconvinced: "Boss, I usually like to eat barbecue, why don't you take care of me? You are biased!"
Weng Xuhua put down his chopsticks and said slowly, "Today, Xiao Yang and I submitted our resignation. After this month, she will leave Cixintang."
After Weng Xuhua finished speaking, the smiles on everyone's faces disappeared. Lame Brother widened his eyes and asked repeatedly: "Really? Are you kidding me?"
Weng Xuhua nodded. "It's true. Why would I joke with you guys like that? Xiao Yang sent me a WeChat message today and I couldn't bear to see her leave. I typed and persuaded her for a long time, but she still insisted on leaving, so I had no choice but to agree."
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