Chapter 38 Program Suspension
Sun Qing's head rolled away, his eyes wide open, his headless body thumping to the ground, dead. Blood flowed across the dazzling stage. The staff stood a few meters away, trembling with fear, not daring to approach, frantically making phone calls.
The audience erupted in screams of panic and fear, and some of the audience were already clamoring to leave their seats and leave the place.
"Someone's dead! Ahhhhhhhhhh, someone's really dead!"
"Ahhhhhh help! His head just fell off like that!"
"I want to go back. I don't want to stay here. I want to go back, do you understand?"
"He's dead! Aaaaaah his head fell off! He just died!"
…
No one expected this to happen.
The assistant director nearly fell down in panic and sprinted to find the director sitting in front of the monitor. He slammed the door open, and the director screamed in shock: "Ahhhhh! His head's off! Sun Qing is dead! There's blood all over the floor!"
"Director Li, calm down! Calm down!"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Director Li couldn't calm down. He sat in front of the monitor and clearly saw the whole process of the head falling to the ground.
"Director Li, what should we do? Our show has been canceled! Sun Qing's incident has become a hot topic! The internet is going crazy! Sun Qing's fans are making a fuss outside the venue! What should we do?"
"Ahhh! His head just fell off!"
"Director Li! What should we do?"
“…Help, there’s a ghost! There’s a ghost! I saw a woman with long hair behind Sun Qing!”
"Director Li, what should we do? Sun Qing is almost dead."
At that moment, thunder roared. The rumble of thunder, gathering momentum and drawing ever closer, drew everyone to their knees, instinctively fearing the danger. Lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky, but on the stage, Zhou Qing, staring silently at Sun Qing's corpse, showed no fear.
A beam of white light struck down, followed by a resounding boom, cleaving the tall building and breaking through the thick walls. The resounding sound instantly filled my ears with a buzzing ringing. Debris fell, splitting the platform in two, leaving a deep chasm with no visible bottom.
The lightning struck Zhou Qing directly. After being hit, she screamed in pain and collapsed to the ground, and her soul gradually turned into a ethereal color.
The thunder in the sky continued and showed no sign of stopping.
This is to chop Zhou Qing to pieces.
Soon, a second bolt of lightning struck down fiercely and precisely. Zhou Qing thought he was going to die again. He gritted his teeth and stared at Sun Qing's head on the ground, but he didn't feel any regret.
Suddenly, a figure appeared. When Zhou Qing was pushed aside, he could only see Lou Sheng's profile. The movement was too fast to see clearly. The boy's broad back blocked his way. The moment the lightning struck, Lou Sheng couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.
There was a noise in my ears, including the terrified screams of the audience who had not been able to leave, Zhou Qing's mournful apology, the lingering sound of thunder from falling stones... all coming together to make a buzzing sound.
"Lou Sheng!"
Ying Zhisheng's voice brought a world of silence to a standstill. Lou Sheng, enduring the pain, turned back and saw those red, painful, and emotionally broken eyes.
Lou Sheng felt a dull pain in his heart and it was difficult for him to move his fingers, but he still forced himself to wave his hand to indicate that he was fine, and smiled at Ying Zhisheng, who looked pale and shaky.
Zhou Qing took the opportunity to push Lou Sheng away, she could withstand the third thunder by herself.
The unprecedented rumbling sound and the earth-shattering momentum made people timid and fearful. Lightning and thunder flashed in the night, white light flashed, and a thunderbolt fell in the instant when no one could react. Zhou Qing closed his eyes and waited for the judgment of the heavens.
There was a huge commotion that shook the heavens and the earth, but in the end nothing happened.
Zhou Qing opened his eyes carefully, only to find that it was the soul of the deceased Sun Qing standing in front of him.
She stared blankly at the man in front of her who was trembling with pain. She was relieved to have survived the ordeal at first, and then she laughed softly, with tears in her eyes.
She is free! Free at last!!
Why didn’t Sun Qing get struck to pieces and die quickly?
The scene was silent for a moment. Lou Sheng's eyelids drooped, and his blurry vision was focused on Ying Zhisheng approaching. He felt that Ying Zhisheng must have been crying because his eyes were so red, and he stretched out his fingers weakly.
Ying Zhisheng wanted to hold Lou Sheng's hand, but found nothing.
"Can't I really let you have the slightest concern?"
Only a few lights remained, dim and cluttered. A young, renowned star, now a star, knelt on one knee in the center of the stage, head lowered slightly like a hopeless loser, hands clenched tightly.
The director in front of the monitor was frightened by three consecutive thunders and fainted. The assistant director frantically slapped his face and pinched his Ren Zhong to try to wake him up.
"Director Li! Director Li, please stop sleeping and say something! Wake up! What are we going to do?"
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The show "Top of the Pop 3" has received unprecedented attention since it started filming. The first episode was a ceiling-level show, with the amount of discussion, the number of topic changes, and the number of online viewers breaking records one after another.
Once a hot commodity, it was now all over the news. The show was suspended, the director was hospitalized due to the shock, and Sun Qing died under mysterious circumstances in public.
Just as netizens were wildly speculating and discussing, and asking for live videos, another piece of bombshell news came.
Jiang Huoda was taken into police custody, and clear video and images were released. Lin Chi's team filed a lawsuit for intentional injury and issued a statement, revealing evidence that Jiang Huoda had someone tamper with the wire used in Lin Chi's performance.
The internet was in uproar, with "Sing! Peak 3" dominating the trending search charts and remaining in the spotlight. The incident involved a wide range of issues, from Lin Wang's inexplicable inability to sing to Sun Qing's mysterious death, sparking speculation and conspiracy theories. Netizens finally dug up the past and began to discuss Jiang Huoda's despicable act of abandoning his first wife.
In the bathtub, bright red blood slid down the edge of the white porcelain wall.
The doors and windows were closed, the room dark, the candlelight casting a bright orange glow. The air was thick with the aroma of paper money, incense burning on a high platform, dropping a trace of ash. Countless strange and intricate talismans were posted on the walls. Zhang Kaifa murmured a chant, his brow furrowed. Zhou Qing, who had been brought back with him, stood in the corner holding his son, not daring to approach.
When Lou Sheng opened his eyes, he saw Ying Zhisheng, shirtless. Ying Zhisheng casually wiped the blood from his abdominal muscles with a towel, his eyes dark.
Lou Sheng took a few glances, then lowered his head and realized there was a lot of blood in the bathroom. He sat up suddenly and asked, "What's going on? Is all this blood yours?!"
"Yes." He hadn't spoken for a long time, and his voice was so hoarse that it scratched his ears.
After observing, Lou Sheng said firmly, "It's for me."
Ying Zhisheng turned on the faucet and rinsed his face. Water droplets slid down his wet hair and eyelashes. He placed his hands on the countertop, the wound on his arm bleeding again.
He took a deep breath. "You were injured, so I fed you some of my blood. I want you to be healthy."
The person was dead, yet they wanted to make a ghost healthy. But Lou Sheng didn't dare to say anything, because he could see that Ying Zhisheng was in a bad mood at the moment.
Lou Sheng narrowed his eyes and stared at the wound on Ying Zhisheng's arm for a few seconds, and then he was shocked to find that each cut was carving his name, the two words "Lou Sheng", into the flesh.
What happened during this period.
He seemed to see a tall and thin man standing in front of the bathtub with an expressionless face, carving with a knife, with blood dripping down his fair skin.
Ying Zhisheng said in a cold voice, "Stay away from that female ghost, Lou Sheng. She got lucky this time, but if it were me, I wouldn't be so lucky."
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