Chapter 8 There is a ghost There is a ghost (4)
Fuquan couldn't figure it out either.
During this period, Ying Zhisheng's mental state was extremely poor. He was forcing himself to prepare for the album, ignoring everything else. He didn't dare to say much, for fear that the wrong words would be the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Now Ying Zhisheng was finally in charge, and Fuquan felt relieved.
During this livestream, some people tried to capitalize on the traffic, some tried to build relationships, and even the most popular couples tried their best to attract attention. They all performed their duties diligently, and at the end of the hour and a half livestream, Ying Zhisheng answered fans' questions about the new album.
"How many songs? The album contains fifteen songs."
"What's the theme of the album? I just wanted to make a summary at first, and yes, many songs are very sad."
Ying Zhisheng's voice was slightly hoarse, yet it carried a magical power that could bewitch people, yet his tone was so cold and distant.
"I don't like you calling me strange names, please don't have any illusions about me."
there.
The livestream ended, and the computer screen went black. Xiao Gui realized Lou Sheng, who had been playing with him, had vanished. He was stunned for a few seconds before bursting into a sharp, piercing cry, like a baby's, filled with inexplicable sorrow.
The commotion had no effect on Wang Shengjing at all. He was looking at his own trending search terms, browsing everyone's concern and blessings. Many people also praised his dedication and hard work, and comforted him that with this kind of work ethic, he would eventually become a big star.
"A bunch of idiots." Wang Shengjing laughed heartily and instructed his assistant, "Take me to the hospital for a checkup later. Remember to contact the paparazzi to take pictures of me. Remember to take a few pictures of me too, and find a good angle to make them look good."
This is what the face looks like. The foundation is here, so it’s useless to take pictures of it.
The assistant picked his ears and said, "Hey, I think I had some tinnitus just now."
"Me too." Wang Shengjing kicked the table. "It's really annoying. Lately I've been feeling so heavy I can't breathe. It must be just too much pressure."
The assistant, accustomed to his mood swings, carefully flattered him, saying, "A lot of pressure means you're going to be famous. Some people want that kind of pressure but don't have it yet."
These words resonated deeply with Wang Shengjing. He had already chatted face-to-face with Ying Zhisheng today. As one of the platform's biggest streamers, and also heavily promoted by the company, he was incredibly confident, feeling that one day he could crush Ying Zhisheng.
When the plagiarism was first exposed, Ying Zhisheng's fans exposed him online. Sooner or later, he will take revenge on the original poster for all these incidents!
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Lou Sheng finally ate Pan Dahai.
For two whole days, he patiently dealt with Pan Dahai in order to find out how ghosts eat ghosts. He listened to Pan Dahai's nonsense and boasting, saying that he had driven a Bentley, that he planned to buy a Maserati before he died, and that he was single because he couldn't find a virtuous woman.
Lou Sheng almost couldn't help himself after hearing this. He wanted to drag Pan Dahai to look in front of the mirror. Why not look in the mirror when there is already a ready-made one!
Just when Pan Dahai hesitated and said how the ghost would devour the ghost, his goal was achieved. As soon as he finished speaking, Lou Sheng swallowed the other party.
Now I'm not hungry anymore.
Lou Sheng hung on the ceiling and began to worry. How long could he last after swallowing Pan Dahai? Ghost eating ghost was definitely not a long-term solution.
He heard Pan Dahai say that ghosts needed offerings if they wanted to be well fed, and that the paper money and banknotes burned by family members could also be used. Lou Sheng pondered this, thinking that he had been dead for so long without anyone caring about him. He felt heartbroken but helpless, as there was no one in his family left to burn paper money or offer him offerings.
Lou Sheng sat on the edge of the bed, watching the shirtless Ying Zhisheng approach. He couldn't help but glance at the smooth, tight, and powerful mermaid line. Out of courtesy, he moved his butt to make room for Ying Zhisheng.
Ying Zhisheng hummed a few lines in a low voice, and Lou Sheng listened attentively. Even the a cappella singing was so catchy and pleasant to the ears, except that the melody was too sad.
Lou Sheng just sat by the bed, clasped his hands together and prayed that Ying Zhisheng would stop singing and go to sleep quickly. If he wanted to sing, he could do so during the day. Singing at night would only disturb others and get him scolded by the neighbors.
Lou Sheng waited, his head propped up, staring at the moon outside the window, feeling as if this were a dream that would burst at the slightest provocation. He was still in this world, feeling the laughter and joy of the human world and the gentle comfort of the natural world.
Why can’t I leave Ying Zhisheng’s house?
Did Ying Zhisheng know he was dead? Most likely, he didn't. They had been people from two different worlds for a long time.
It was around three in the morning, almost four, when Ying Zhisheng finally fell asleep. Lou Sheng, who had been waiting for a long time, was eager to enter his dream and demonstrate the essential ghost skill - dream communication.
As soon as he entered the dream, the test papers on the table were marked with "Lou Sheng" and "Ying Zhisheng", and there was a sharp line of ink on the test paper. Lou Sheng remembered that it was here that Ying Zhisheng sat at the table writing the test paper. He grabbed Ying Zhisheng by the collar and questioned him with gritted teeth.
Looking down, he saw his smashed guitar and the open bedroom door still shaking. This was the scene of two people arguing, parting ways unhappily, and slamming the door. It had once occupied Lou Sheng's dreams, making him regret his decision.
He picked up his guitar, sorted his papers, and even found time to do a few multiple-choice questions. Even though he'd graduated so many years ago, he couldn't guarantee his accuracy. Lou Sheng felt uneasy, wondering why Ying Zhisheng had dreamed of this day.
The sound of footsteps gradually became clearer and closer. Lou Sheng's heart was in his throat. He stood up and looked towards the door, where his eyes met with a tall, thin young man in a white short-sleeved shirt.
"You should stick to life." He felt inexplicably guilty.
"Lou Sheng." Ying Zhisheng walked closer step by step, looking at him seriously. His burning eyes made Lou Sheng unconsciously take a half step back.
Ying Zhisheng walked up to him, and Lou Sheng stood by the wall with nowhere to retreat or avoid.
Ying Zhisheng told him word by word, "Lou Sheng, I never had any ulterior motives towards you. I'm friends with you, not because of your family's resources! Whether your mother opens an entertainment company or not is completely different from you and me!"
This is different from reality.
Lou Sheng was stunned. This was completely different from what had happened in the past. The truth was, Ying Zhisheng was silent, unable to refute the cruel facts and utter a single word.
He was so disappointed that he pushed the person away and slammed the door before leaving. It was only after he calmed down and asked someone to conduct a detailed investigation that he realized there was a misunderstanding between the two of them.
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