Chapter 108
When I arrived at the bedroom, the curtains were tightly drawn, blocking out the light. Ying Zhisheng had just gotten up and was getting dressed. He had casually thrown on a thin black sweatshirt. His body was covered in scars, but his eyes and eyebrows were filled with a happy smile.
"Who were you talking to just now?" He sat on the bed, leaned back with his arms, and asked softly.
He has such a keen ear, he's amazing, he can even hear such a small noise.
Lou Sheng turned around to avoid the eye contact and told him, "It's Aunt Hong and Bai Yi. They heard about us and came here specially."
It's vague and I'm not too sure how to explain it clearly.
Ying Zhisheng tilted his head slightly, stared at him and asked, "Our business? What's our business?"
"…about marriage."
Lou Sheng couldn't stand it anymore, thinking Ying Zhisheng's gaze in the bedroom was scorching and burning him. But the two female ghosts outside were playing along and making fun of him.
At that time, they should have held a wedding that only he and Ying Zhisheng knew about. But now, no one dared to make fun of Ying Zhisheng, so they both kept targeting him.
Ying Zhisheng gave a helpless smile, noticing Lou Sheng was still embarrassed. Last night, a ghost had drained his vital energy, blood, and yang. His face had turned slightly pale, and he looked like a patient with a chronic illness. He waved, "Why haven't you dared to come near me? Come to me. We are now a couple in full recognition. Could it be that Lou Sheng would just pull up his pants and turn his back on me?"
What the hell is this? He doesn't recognize people once he puts his pants up. At first glance, you can't tell who is sleeping with whom.
Ying Zhisheng's abdomen, shoulders, and neck were all covered in fresh wounds. Last night, as if mad, the ghost in his arms was already trembling during their passionate embrace, occasionally groaning through clenched teeth. In his ecstasy, Ying Zhisheng kissed Lou Sheng's eyebrows, eyes, and lips, and suddenly the smell of blood filled the air.
A cut was made on the shoulder, and bright red blood oozed out and flowed down the fair skin. Sickly and obsessively, he forced Lou Sheng to lick and swallow it, then he turned back the man's face, which was avoiding him, and thrust a few times to pry open the mouth that refused to open. This made Lou Sheng furious.
Although he was a little reluctant, Lou Sheng still floated over and reached out to touch Ying Zhisheng's face. He was a little concerned that having sex with a dead person might have some adverse effects on their health, such as shortening their lifespan.
"Not scared anymore?" Ying Zhisheng pressed his face against his cold palm, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "It's really cold, like ice."
Lou Sheng pinched his face and said, "Then you are awesome."
"Why."
“It hasn’t withered.”
“…”
The two of them came out of the bedroom in a sticky manner, and Lou Sheng stood next to Ying Zhisheng, waiting to see who dared to say something nonsense to tease him.
Aunt Hong glanced in that direction and said playfully, "A dead person looks better than a living person."
Bai Yi was full of curiosity: "Brother Lou Sheng, are you really the one down there?"
Lou Shengsheng closed his eyes in frustration, took a step back, and stood behind Ying Zhisheng. Ying Zhisheng smiled helplessly, wrapped his arms around the dodging ghost, and said in a rare gentle tone, "Don't tease him. We still have some wedding candy. We'll have Fuquan and the others bring some to you later so you can share in the good fortune."
To Fuquan, it was like Ying Zhisheng hugging the air and talking to it. After so long adapting to it, looking up and suddenly seeing this still gave him a start.
Assistant Tao lay on the sofa in a daze, preparing offerings for Lou Sheng like a zombie, and even pasted a small "囍" character on the boy's photo.
This wedding, this so-called happiness, always seemed like a self-entertainment that the world couldn't understand. Even now, there's still debate online about whether Ying Zhisheng's wedding was a fake one for attention.
I heard that someone called Master Sanbi was recently cyberbullied. The anti-fans started to troll and even reported and blocked his account. It's insane.
There's a saying that there's strength in numbers, but groups are often the most mindless. While they can still think a bit when alone, the cries of dissent grow louder and louder. When faced with conflicting opinions, they unhesitatingly abandon their own sense of self-perception and judgment to join the chorus of the majority. Even this philosophical saying, "Strength in numbers," is meant for groups.
Even now, people with slow internet connections are still struggling to determine who actually wrote Ying Zhisheng's songs. They have to search online, and then verify the authenticity of the information. Too many people are taking advantage of the situation.
Aunt Hong and Bai Yi were excited to hold a wedding party for Lou Sheng. They both had a plan. The female ghosts and they were all in the judging seat, squinting their eyes and looking carefully. Young male ghosts with eight-pack abs were given priority.
"Is this a party?" Lou Sheng was dumbfounded.
"I died young, so I never attended these parties. Brother Lou Sheng is very experienced, so he must have attended many of these events, right?"
Lou Sheng was about to explain when the doorbell rang—it was Chen Ji.
Chen Ji had carefully prepared a gift: a string of bells that tinkled as he entered. "These are tomb bells. In ancient times, they were hung in cemeteries, creating clear, melodious sounds when the wind blew. Hanging them at home will comfort Lou Sheng."
In fact, anything that is beneficial to Lou Sheng and can please Lou Sheng can please Ying Zhisheng.
Ying Zhisheng accepted the gift with a smile and asked Fuquan to pour tea. Lou Sheng spun around, then floated up and stepped on Chen Ji's head. He asked, "What are you doing here?"
Chen Ji had never been trampled on by anyone in his life. He pressed his tongue against his cheek to suppress his anger. "There's a body in the hospital in Shinan. Something's not right, and I can't find its soul. It might have lost consciousness. You and Zhenzhen need to find it."
Last time they had searched for Gao Yixuan's ghost, and this time they were looking for it again. Lou Sheng felt that he and Zhenzi were like police dogs, but police dogs had badges and positions, which they might not have.
Chen Ji added, "The deceased was named Lou Weihong."
Lou Sheng picked at his earwax and asked, "Who?"
"Lou Weihong."
Fuquan touched his nose, feeling uneasy. Ying Zhisheng gave him a cold glance, then turned to look at Lou Sheng to observe his expression.
Lou Sheng instantly perked up, so excited he nearly kicked Chen Ji's head. "Oh, we're reunited," he said, rubbing his hands together. "I need to go meet him. My mom and I are in such a mess, it's hard to say who's the son and who's the father anymore."
Chen Ji: “…” Actually, this child is quite rebellious.
"I'll go with you."
Ying Zhisheng said, "Let's eat first."
Lou Sheng waved his hand, anxious to clear the distinction between father and son with Lou Weihong. "I'm very full, not hungry at all."
Bai Yi covered her eyes and made a wow sound. Aunt Hong saw Lou Sheng's hesitant expression and lowered her head and chuckled.
…
This way.
The Bai Group publicly announced online that it would give Ying Zhisheng a big gift as a wedding present, and said it would send a red envelope of up to 990,000 yuan on its software as a gift to celebrate.
Generous and generous.
It quickly became the top trending search, catching those marketing accounts discussing real or fake marriages off guard.
[What the hell? It looks like Ying Zhisheng is really married? What the hell is going on? He's only 23!]
[I don't believe it! I don't believe it! It's just a trick of capital.]
[What's the point of lying about whether you're married or not [picking nose] Can you guys wake up a little?]
【bless. 】
[Happy wedding, may all your wishes come true]
[Happy wedding, may all your wishes come true]
Jiang Huoda is innocent! Someone deliberately set this up! Please help share this to boost the popularity.
[…What the hell? What date is it today? Why is Jiang Huoda mentioned again?]
Jiang Huoda deserves it. These two things are completely unrelated. Why do Jiang Huoda's fans have to show off their presence here?
[How can there be no connection? The same team set up Jiang Huoda and Ying Zhisheng, and it was all done by capital! Don't let Ying Zhisheng end up like Jiang Huoda! ! !]
[Starting to tie up with Ying Zhisheng, the more famous you are, the more gossip you will have [despise]]
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