Chapter 32 Rehearsal Time (2)
After Jiang Huoda knew that Ying Zhisheng was going to sing "Defeated Intent", the types of songs they performed conflicted, so he immediately decided to change the song.
Lin Wang was eliminated in the first round, but singers eliminated in the first round will have a revival match.
Jiang Huoda knew that Lin Chi held a grudge against him, and when he heard from the cameraman that Lin Chi's stage performances required the use of wires, he started to have some ideas.
Lou Sheng followed behind Jiang Huoda and witnessed the whole process of him instructing his assistant to tamper with the wire on Lin Chi's stage.
How vicious! If he falls from a height, he will be injured or forced to quit the show even if he doesn't die.
Jiang Huoda and his assistant were discussing Ying Zhisheng's rehearsal performance. The English a cappella piece he sang was so beautiful that the assistant couldn't help but praise him: "He's really born to do this."
Jiang Huoda's eyes were sinister. "Ying Zhisheng is just lucky. He became an internet sensation at the age of fifteen. It's an opportunity many people would never get in their entire lives."
The assistant observed his expression and asked, "Do you want to take action against the person in charge?"
Jiang Huoda didn't say anything, planning to wait and ask the little ghost again to fulfill his wish.
As the two were talking, the assistant saw a black cat, tail erect, hopping over from a shelf. The assistant, who was quite fond of furry animals, crouched down and kept calling, "Mimi, Mimi, Mimi, come here!"
Then he saw the black cat circling around a deserted place, with its head tucked in, its back arched, rubbing the air, and making comfortable purring sounds.
It was like someone was petting the cat, and the assistant was a little scared.
Then, the cat spread its belly and meowed towards a deserted area. The assistant panicked and turned to look for Jiang Huoda. In the blink of an eye, he seemed to see a child lying on Jiang Huoda's back. Then he regained his composure and returned to normal.
"What's wrong with you? Why are you so jumpy?" Jiang Huoda looked unhappy.
"Brother, I think I see a ghost behind you."
"What the hell! You're so busy now! I might be eliminated at any time. What are you thinking about?" Jiang Huoda stared, his voice became sharp with excitement.
Lou Shengwan declined Black Cat's enthusiastic invitation and looked at the two of them with ill intent for a moment. The naive assistant actually thought he was dazzled and still promised Jiang Huoda that he would go to bed early tonight.
Lou Sheng rolled up his sleeves and leaped onto his assistant's back. Within three seconds, a scream erupted, "Woo-a ...
"We're testing the radio! What are you yelling about?"
Ying Zhisheng also looked over. Under Ying Zhisheng's gaze, Lou Sheng got off the assistant again and kindly helped the assistant tidy up his clothes.
The assistant screamed even more miserably.
"I'm sorry, I'm a coward. Please continue..." Jiang Huoda glared at his assistant fiercely, not understanding what was so scary about ghosts. What a useless coward.
Upon arriving at the hotel, Jiang Huoda went to a spare, off-limits room. As he peeled back the black cloth covering the alcove, a fishy stench filled his nostrils. There lay a broken, cracked skull, the remains of Bashuo's parents, who had decided to keep it before cremating their child. They had removed it with a hammer.
The reason for keeping it was not for commemoration, but to sell the dead Bashuo for a good price.
Bashuo and Jiang Huoda also had a mutual exchange of interests. Jiang Huoda generously donated his flesh and blood to Bashuo for consumption, and Bashuo used his ghost powers to help him achieve his goals.
The large brown blood scab on the knife was about to fall off. Jiang Huoda wiped it casually a few times and slashed it towards the upper part of his arm covered by his clothes. He was used to the pain. The blood flowed down his arm to his elbow and dripped onto the creepy and gloomy human skull.
This is a Thai ghost, and Jiang Huoda has to use a mobile phone translator to communicate with him.
"Dear Bashuo, my little god, please help me again."
"My competitor, Ying Zhisheng, you made his performance fail. Just like what happened to Lin Wang before, you made it impossible for him to sing at all."
The skull slowly absorbed the blood, then spat it out again after understanding the request. The blood spurted out from the gray skull and splattered on Jiang Huoda's face.
Jiang Huoda rubbed his face in shock. This was the first time he had been fed to a ghost and had it spit out. He was unable to react for a moment.
"My lovely Bashuo, are you dissatisfied with something?"
"My little god, if you have any requests, just tell me. I will do my best to help you."
Jiang Huoda, with a ruthless heart, used the tip of his knife to cut off a small piece of flesh from the wound, causing him to cry in pain. The blood-stained white flesh was somewhat disgusting, and Jiang Huoda frowned, then placed it on the skull with a reverent look on his face.
He repeated his request: "I hope my opponent Ying Zhisheng's performance will fail, like Lin Chi, who couldn't sing and was ridiculed by the whole network. Please, Bashuo."
That piece of meat just sits there.
Jiang Huoda took out his medicine box and bandaged the wound, staring at the skull while doing so. A long time passed, but the ghost refused to eat.
No wonder they all keep little ghosts. The younger they are, the more popular they are. A dead baby is the best.
This was the first time Jiang Huoda realized that the ghosts he raised were capable of thinking and rejecting. Thinking carefully, Bashuo was only seven or eight years old when he died, so he wasn't that easy to control.
How could a captive ghost have the courage to disobey its master? Jiang Huoda casually picked up the skull, shook it in his palm, and slammed it against the wall.
He wanted to ask Zhang Kaifa how to make his subordinates obedient.
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Ying Zhisheng's switching between true and false voices is very smooth, and his pronunciation is also very personal, with a slightly cold and crisp tone.
Zhou Qing clapped his hands repeatedly, "It sounds really good."
Lou Sheng asked, "Which one sounds better, Sun Qing or me?"
"There's absolutely no comparison. One is as far as the other."
Zhou Qing is a restless guy who keeps looking for Bashuo everywhere to play with this Thai kid.
Lou Sheng floated over to Ying Zhisheng and, after much hesitation, said, "The account and password are wzswzs66... I still have over 400,000 followers on that smurf account. I'm really reluctant to give it up."
This refers to the account "I am the boss of Ying Zhisheng".
Ying Zhisheng repeated Lou Sheng's password several times, memorizing it silently. When the rehearsal was over and he was sitting in an empty seat drinking water, he used the password to log into one of Lou Sheng's game accounts.
Lou Sheng shouted to stop him, anxiously pinching Ying Zhisheng's neck and threatening him, "No! Who told you to log into my other account?"
"I guessed you would use the same password, and I guessed it right."
Ying Zhisheng logged into Lou Sheng's gaming account and expertly resumed the relationship they had broken up five years ago. He said slowly, "Lou Sheng, is this the password for your music app too? I'm guessing your playlist is all my songs."
Lou Sheng was so anxious that he wished he could be resurrected on the spot.
He grabbed Ying Zhisheng's fingers with his ghostly hands, wanting to take the phone away. Ying Zhisheng shook his hand back, raised his eyes, and suddenly smiled at Lou Sheng: "Your hands are too cold, let me warm them up for you."
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