Chapter 60 End of the show (1)
Gao Yixuan had never seen a ghost that could grab talismans with its bare hands, nor had he encountered someone so incompetent as to distinguish right from wrong. The tip of the knife flashed with a cold light, and thunder roared. A blinding beam of light descended from the sky, shattering the blood-stained piano into ash.
"Ying Zhisheng! You brought ghosts with you and allowed them to harm people!"
Gao Yixuan kept his distance and scolded, "Look, this kind of person doesn't deserve the honors and praise at all! He doesn't deserve the fans' admiration!"
Ying Zhisheng didn't bother explaining, not even wanting to speak. This accident was earth-shattering, and the sirens of an ambulance could already be heard in the distance.
Lou Sheng stood in front of Ying Zhisheng and retorted: "What do you know? You know nothing!"
Gao Yixuan no longer argued with the man and the ghost, and was determined to destroy Li Ping, save the world, punish evil and promote good.
Li Ping pleaded relentlessly, his edges smoothed by the ravages of fate. He clasped his hands together, tears streaming down his face. "Don't kill me, don't kill me! It was Zhou Haoji who tortured me day and night first... He deserves it! I never knew him, and none of the tens of millions he spent ever reached me!"
"I still have a wife and children. They must have burned paper money for me tonight. I'm going to go back and see them... Please let me go home and see them!!"
Gao Yixuan sneered, clearly unconvinced: "You have no remorse and are just talking nonsense."
Purple lightning bolts struck from the sky one after another, with clear targets that could not be explained by science. People in the past called it a punishment from heaven.
Gradually, the thunder died down, and a large number of ghosts began to writhe and wail. Gao Yixuan was about to capture them, but Lou Sheng and Ying Zhisheng stopped him. During the stalemate, medical staff and firefighters, taking protective measures, risked their lives and quickly rushed to the scene, escorting the people away.
Some reporters came and squeezed outside the cordon, trying to sneak in to obtain first-hand information, while Ying Zhisheng, the only intact and mentally normal person in the audience, was answering the police's questions.
"Yes, that happened during the broadcast. Bai Cheng grabbed Zhou Haoji's head and smashed it on the ground, killing him."
Everyone in the audience looked at the confused Bai Cheng with scrutiny.
Gao Yixuan gritted his teeth and said indignantly, "There's something going on! Bai Cheng is possessed by a ghost!"
"Don't disturb the police!" someone scolded.
The square-faced officer glanced at Gao Yixuan and said sarcastically, "Killing a human life and claiming it's possessed by a ghost can justify it. No wonder the country is cracking down on feudal superstitions."
The reporter took a photo and captured the heated argument between Gao Yixuan and the police.
"What do you know? What can an ordinary person like you see? Do you know that there is a ghost standing next to Ying Zhisheng? That ghost has crooked eyes and a mole on its lower eyelid. It must have been dead for a long time... No, that's not right. There's something wrong with this ghost raised by Ying Zhisheng!"
Gao Yixuan seemed to be in a state of madness, muttering to himself, "How could this be possible? How could this ghost directly grab the talisman of our Taoist temple and actually possess such abundant external Yang Qi and merit?"
"Sir, please stay calm. If you have any clues, tell us slowly and we will write them down." The policewoman comforted him.
Emotions surged to a breaking point, and Gao Yixuan suddenly shouted, "Ying Zhisheng is raising a ghost! He's raising a little ghost! Can't you see? He's the only one out of all these people who escaped unscathed, and he's the mastermind behind all this! This matter needs a special investigation, ordinary people can't figure it out!"
Ying Zhisheng, accused of raising a ghost, was scrutinized and questioned from all sides. He looked indifferent and apathetic, stroking the snake bracelet on his wrist. "Any further questions?"
Gao Yixuan gasped, "That snake bracelet on his wrist, it must have been worn by a dead person!"
The words were so convincing that everyone was shocked. Even the square-faced police officer softened his attitude and began to think about it.
Ying Zhisheng raised his eyelids and looked at him gravely, then withdrew his gaze and continued to rotate the strange snake bracelet that didn't fit him. His eyes couldn't leave the anxious and shocked Lou Sheng beside him. He raised his lips and said, "I'm leaving first."
"That was something worn by a dead person!" Gao Yixuan emphasized.
Ying Zhisheng kissed the delicately carved snake head on the bracelet. "This belongs to my beloved. It tightly binds the radial artery at my wrist. My pulse and blood flow are restricted by it."
The reporter was stunned and hesitated to take pictures. Even if this information was released, few people would believe it!
The square-faced police officer finally understood that this mysterious Taoist priest and the famous singer were both mentally unstable and might have the chance to become fellow patients in a mental hospital in the future.
Lou Sheng quietly approached Ying Zhisheng and asked, "Is this bracelet mine?"
"Um."
"It's different from mine, and you too. Why don't you bury the bracelet with my ashes?" Lou Sheng was not obsessed with being buried. He had a premonition that forcing himself to stay with Ying Zhisheng would only hurt him.
I don't know when a hint of dawn appeared on the horizon, the darkness retreated and the sun was bringing light from blurry to clear.
Such light would be fatal to Ying Zhisheng, and he must avoid it. He held up his black umbrella and walked very slowly, leaving a large space at his side as always. His back was tall and lonely, his behavior strange and ridiculous, as he walked towards the endless road ahead.
Finally, when no one was around, Ying Zhisheng said with a smile, "Someone told me that if I wore your things, you would be drawn to me. This snake bracelet has been altered, and the seventeen black gemstones inlaid on it are extremely cold. You might like it."
This snake bracelet was custom-made for Lou Sheng by his mother on his 20th birthday. Lou Sheng was born in the Year of the Snake, and seeing how much his mother had put into it, he wore it all the time until he jumped off the building and died.
Faced with this emotion, he fell silent. The man and the ghost walked slowly under the umbrella, each with their own thoughts. In a trance, he returned to the day when the two teenagers returned home after secretly seeing a psychologist.
At that time, Lou Sheng could not accept this fact, and was even more upset about Ying Zhisheng's test results.
Is it the same for Ying Zhisheng? He doesn't know, and there's no point in asking now.
The moment Lou Sheng stretched out his hand and touched the sunlight, he heard a "poof" sound and clenched his teeth in pain: "Ouch, hiss... It hurts a little."
He stopped and handed the umbrella over. The morning sun shone on Ying Zhisheng's face. His jet-black hair was dotted with golden spots. There was some makeup left at the corners of his eyes and lips, but his eyes were gloomy and patient.
"It hurts?" Ying Zhisheng confirmed with him, looking at the pale, handsome boy. "It will definitely hurt."
Lou Sheng put his hands behind his back, feeling inexplicably guilty.
Ying Zhisheng looked at Lou Sheng tenderly, and expressionlessly bit off a piece of flesh from his index finger with his teeth. The veins in his temples were faintly visible, and blood bloomed on his teeth and lips.
He held his own meat in his mouth, trying to force a smile but only came out contorted.
"eat."
Lou Sheng's scalp tingled. If he hadn't been concerned about the sunlight during the day, he would have run out from under the black umbrella and looked for a safe place to hide.
"What are you eating! Ying Zhisheng, are you mentally ill?" This scene was more terrifying than any horror movie Lou Sheng had ever seen. He didn't dare to look at Ying Zhisheng's bloody fingertips and the flesh he had bitten off.
Ying Zhisheng was more open-minded. "Don't waste it. I like raising you this way." He paused and added, "Next time you're hurt, I'll cut the meat from that place and feed you. There's a saying that goes, 'You are what you eat.'"
Lou Sheng was clearly a ghost, but he always felt goose bumps when he rubbed his arms.
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