Chapter 45 Playing Big (5)
The three hours in the morning passed quickly. As soon as they received the notice to temporarily stop work, several guests collapsed on the ground, their tense nerves finally relaxing.
Ying Zhisheng's temples were wet and his face was red. He leaned against the tree, panting slightly. He was no longer lifeless, but full of life.
He unbuckled his belt, reached out and pulled up the hem of his clothes to wipe the sweat off his face. Lou Sheng caught a glimpse of Ying Zhisheng's inadvertently exposed belly, and looked away, feeling a little embarrassed.
Ying Zhisheng held the bag and said, "Come on, we need to go back."
"I don't want to get into this bag. I have claustrophobia." Lou Sheng just complained casually. As soon as he walked over, he saw Ying Zhisheng zipping up the bag.
"Ah? You're not going to take me back?"
Ying Zhisheng replied, "I also think you'd be very bored and lonely staying in this bag."
Ying Zhisheng felt it was inappropriate for someone like Lou Sheng, an outgoing person who could chat with anyone, to stay in a box, a memorial tablet, or a backpack.
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"Take a break!" Zhao Qingchu was so happy that he almost went crazy. The first thing he did when he returned to the foot of the mountain was to find the captor who had just climbed the tree and teach him a lesson.
Zhao Wu ruthlessly stopped Zhao Qingchu's revenge. Now it was dinner time, and he ordered dozens of cups of coffee to reward everyone.
Jian Qian and Qi Chang were so tired that their faces flushed. They sat by the cool lake and talked about which restaurant to go to for barbecue in the evening.
Bai Cheng, standing beside the director, said that the attack on the NPC this morning was unintentional, then walked away without even looking at Zhao Wu's reaction. He was the one the investors had brought in, with backing and confidence, so condescending to explain a few words was the limit.
Zhou Haoji covered his missing front tooth mouth and scanned the crowd, furious that he was the one eliminated so early. Perhaps he wasn't out, and it was either Jian Qian or Qi Chang who was out now. He had saved them from disaster!
Finally, Ying Zhisheng walked back slowly and steadily.
Everyone looked over and saw Ying Zhisheng holding a black umbrella, his brows slightly furrowed, his eyes filled with melting ice and snow, and he slightly turned his body, leaving a large space on the other side of the umbrella.
He muttered something under his breath, his expression somewhat serious.
Saying: "Be careful, walk slowly and don't touch the sun."
Fuquan was standing in the distance, chatting excitedly with Liu Qifeng. He caught a glimpse of this scene and suddenly turned his head, took off his sunglasses, blinked and stared at Ying Zhisheng, trying to judge something.
"What's wrong, Brother Fu?"
"Damn his second uncle! He's really been blinded by the devil!" Fuquan immediately realized that the empty space under Ying Zhisheng's umbrella was reserved for Lou Sheng!
After receiving Fuquan's instructions, Assistant Tao hurried over. It was almost noon and the sun was making people sweat on their backs. When he arrived behind Ying Zhisheng, the sudden chill made Assistant Tao feel comfortable all over.
"Brother, the meal has been bought." Assistant Tao said and then lowered his voice: "Brother Fuquan asked me to hold the umbrella. You are exhausted this morning, so go eat first."
Zhou Haoji wanted to say something, but his mouth opened and closed uncontrollably due to the pain. "Brother Zhisheng...Jingui, oh, I'm afraid of the sun."
"Oh my! Oh my! Zhou Haoji, what's wrong with your mouth?" Zhao Qingchu seemed to have discovered a new continent. He didn't even have the appetite to eat the food in his hand. He quickly walked to Zhou Haoji to get a clear look.
"What's going on?"
Assistant Tao enthusiastically explained, "My front teeth were knocked out by an intern from the props department, but he was the one who threw hot coffee at me first."
Assistant Tao showed the boss the video of Zhou Haoji lying on the ground, searching for his teeth, as if presenting a treasure. Ying Zhisheng glanced at it and then looked away, uninterested.
“…Hahahahahahaha!”
“!!!”
Assistant Tao looked around, wondering where the laughter came from.
“Hahahahahahaha…hahaha!”
Assistant Tao turned around to look for him, walked around in a circle, and then turned his gaze to the side of Ying Zhisheng.
It's the ghost laughing.
This ghost is also watching Zhou Haoji's embarrassing video.
Assistant Tao's facial muscles twitched twice, and he swallowed and whispered, "Hello?"
Lou Sheng leaned close to Assistant Tao's ear and asked sympathetically, "I'm fine. How are you?"
"I'm not okay, you, I'll go get some food..." He was actually talking to a dead person. It was so horrifying that Assistant Tao's legs went weak just thinking about it.
Ying Zhisheng extended his arm, tilting the umbrella toward him, and beckoned the ghost closer. A faint glint flickered in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curved into a helpless smile. "Stay closer to me, Lou Sheng. Just stay by my side."
The show's recording session had temporarily concluded, and a tent had been erected, with a dozen fans whirring away. Everyone sat on small stools, chatting and discussing work schedules. The lake shimmered, a gentle breeze blew. The afternoon taping was at 3:00 PM, and the director had thoughtfully avoided the harsh sun. The guests were free to return to their hotel, their car, or stay at the foot of the mountain. The only requirement was that they not be late.
After finishing his meal, Ying Zhisheng drank some throat-protecting tea and asked Assistant Tao, "Did Lou Sheng take it?"
Assistant Tao, who was happily watching the drama, looked up in confusion: "Huh?"
At this time, Lou Sheng came over with a cigarette in his mouth, smiling brightly, and said, "Burned! Burned! Your agent burned it for me! Your agent is really good at handling things, even giving me a pack of Huazi."
Ying Zhisheng looked up at him, found it funny and asked, "Can you smoke?"
"Won't."
Assistant Tao looked around vigilantly, afraid that someone would notice Ying Zhisheng's neurotic behavior of talking to himself.
Lou Sheng stared at Bai Cheng next to the monitor for a while. Although he was a stranger whom he met for the first time, he inexplicably felt like he had seen him somewhere before.
Ying Zhisheng was used to the bitter and strange smell of medicine, so he said calmly, "That's Bai Yi's younger brother. Speaking of which, Bai Cheng should thank you for buying a skirt for his sister."
Isn’t it sour? Lou Sheng remembered Bai Yi saying that it was because her brother replaced her medicine that she suddenly passed away, a young life that ended in gloom.
Ying Zhisheng smiled and continued slowly, "I burned paper money for you, but you used my money to buy a skirt for a female ghost. Was I right?"
Buy a skirt, buy a skirt! I mention it eight hundred times a day!
Lou Sheng shoved Assistant Tao aside, sat down, and swore, "The money is in my hands now, so I can spend it however I want. If you get angry and don't burn paper for me later, the worst that can happen is that I'll humble myself and admit my mistake, and give you a back massage like a portable air conditioner."
Ying Zhisheng held his forehead and laughed softly.
Assistant Tao stood up silently and straightened his clothes. This job was becoming increasingly difficult.
Gao Yixuan finally returned at this time. He had lost his way in the mountains, and no one came to look for him. This world is so snobbish and keen on climbing up the social ladder and bullying the weak.
Gao Yixuan held a compass in his hand. He had no water or food all morning, and his lips were chapped and he felt a little weak.
The compass was spinning wildly. He followed the direction indicated by the compass with a serious expression, slowing down his pace as if afraid of disturbing something, and came in front of Ying Zhisheng.
Gao Yixuan suddenly pointed at the pink fan under the shed and said sternly, "So the strongest evil energy is here! A powerful and evil spirit with ulterior motives is right here! I advise you to leave immediately!"
Lou Sheng was less than half a meter away from Gao Yixuan. He pointed at himself and asked in confusion, "Me? You said I'm a powerful ghost?"
Please, he can't even leave Ying Zhisheng.
Ying Zhisheng followed suit, raised an eyebrow, and asked Gao Yixuan, "Me? You said I'm a powerful and fierce ghost?"
Gao Yixuan shook his head: "No, King Ying Tian, I'm not talking about you. This mountain has a very dark aura! There are ghosts here!"
"You damn ghost! Do you know that because of your weird talk, the live broadcast room has been warned for promoting feudal superstition!" Zhao Wu angrily threw the script. Everything went wrong during the morning's filming. He wanted to shoot everyone with a machine gun!
"Director! There really is something fishy going on!" Gao Yixuan handed over the compass and said firmly, "There's no mistake. This is a treasure passed down by our ancestor. See if it's pointing behind Ying Zhisheng."
Assistant Tao's heart was in his throat, fearing that Ying Zhisheng's pathological behavior would be discovered and exposed, with disastrous consequences.
No one noticed that Ying Zhisheng cut his fingertip with a knife and bright red blood flowed out.
Qi Chang's little ghost smelled the scent and floated over, licking his lips. Immediately afterwards, the ghosts in the mountain that were ready to make a move showed up one after another.
The air is eerie and the magnetic field has undergone earth-shaking changes.
People have a deep fear of ghosts and gods, preferring to believe in their existence rather than their nonexistence. Zhao Wu, already half-convinced, looked down and saw the so-called ancestral treasure, the compass, pointing east and west, then spinning frantically, whizzing faster than an electric fan.
"Are you kidding me? Didn't you say you were pointing at the one behind Ying Zhisheng?"
Gao Yixuan said seriously: "A ghost is coming!"
"Bullshit! That thing of yours is faster than my little fan. It's electric. Do you think I can't tell?"
Gao Yixuan was shocked: "What did you say?!"
Lou Sheng, who was watching what Ying Zhisheng had done, lost his smile and asked, "Why is your blood so attractive to ghosts?"
"I'm not trying to attract ghosts." Ying Zhisheng bent his fingers slightly, letting the blood flow along the lines of his palm. "Eat quickly, my blood will only be yours."
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