Chapter 4 There Really Is a Ghost (2)
Lou Sheng took a rough look around Ying Zhisheng's residence but did not find the so-called ashes.
Ying Zhisheng suffered from insomnia. He lay in bed with his eyes open, staring at the ceiling with his distinct black and white pupils. He stared at it for two hours without any response.
Lou Sheng was horrified by what he saw. He thought that this big star could expand his acting range and act in suspense and horror films. The lively and cheerful middle school characters he played in recent years were really not suitable for him. It was a waste of talent, and he was ridiculed by the whole network and called a vase.
Ying Zhisheng was still awake, and Lou Sheng, without anyone to talk to, was bored even by himself. He blew air into Ying Zhisheng's ears, but after a few puffs, seeing no response, he reached out to pull Ying Zhisheng's ankles. When that didn't work, he deliberately pushed the photo frame on the table to the floor.
Ying Zhisheng was like a fool, unaware of so many strange things. He didn't even lift a finger and still firmly believed that there were no ghosts in this world.
Lou Sheng sat on the ground in frustration, wishing he could pry open Ying Zhisheng's brain to see what was inside!
Suddenly, Ying Zhisheng laughed, and the laughter became louder and louder.
Like a psychopath, he stared at the ceiling for nearly two hours, then inexplicably began laughing. Being a celebrity means being under the spotlight, with every move subject to scrutiny. Furthermore, Ying Zhisheng's popularity and controversy were considerable. Lou Sheng suspected he had a mental problem.
Ying Zhisheng's phone rang again. He was such a busy man, answering endless calls every day.
Lou Sheng moved closer out of curiosity. This time the caller was not the noisy agent, but a number with no remarks.
Ying Zhisheng finally took action. The first thing he said when he answered the phone was: "The money will be transferred to your card tomorrow."
There's something fishy! Lou Sheng leaned over to listen carefully, but Ying Zhisheng didn't say anything more and just hung up the phone.
They were sneaking around, so there must be something shameful going on. Lou Sheng circled around Ying Zhisheng on the bed a few times, but it was really boring. He flicked the light bulb a few times and left the bedroom.
Floating into the next room.
In the darkness, Pan Dahai stood silently behind the door, his entire body appearing bluish-white. Lou Sheng happened to bump into him head-on.
"Uncle, why are you still here?"
"I'm worried about you. I'm afraid something might happen to you."
Lou Sheng was very touched: "Uncle, you are such a good person, ah no! You are such a good ghost! It's okay to have some setbacks in your relationship, your blessings are still to come!"
How can there be happiness when people are dead?
Pan Dahai licked his lips and asked, "Aren't you hungry? Why don't you do anything?"
Lou Sheng put his arm on his shoulders and patted him twice with a smile: "If I take action, it will just be what you want."
The atmosphere of laughter and chatter suddenly froze. Pan Dahai's face twitched as he asked, "What do you mean by that?"
Lou Sheng considerately helped him straighten his collar, his eyes glaring as he practically lifted Pan Dahai up. "You're drooling when you look at me. Do you really think I don't know you want to eat me? You keep urging me to take action against Ying Zhisheng, and you're still standing here guarding me. You must be starving!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the friendly and honest Pan Dahai's face became ferocious, his skin was gray and white with twisted black veins, his pupils were dark, and his mouth opened to an incredible extent. He screamed at Lou Sheng.
The sudden feeling of oppression made Lou Sheng want to run away and retreat reflexively. This was an instinctive response when facing danger.
"It's your bad luck that the underworld doesn't care about you, and you're unlucky enough to come to my territory!" Pan Dahai's eyes were full of desire, and he kept swallowing his saliva. "Didn't you say you were hungry? I'm hungry too. I've been hungry for so many years and finally waited for a chance to fill my stomach."
Lou Sheng remained calm. He knew Pan Dahai was hesitant to act because he must be worried about something. Either Ying Zhisheng's house was restricting Pan Dahai, or his presence was making Pan Dahai feel intimidated.
Since Pan Dahai was hungry and wanted to eat him, he was equally hungry and could eat Pan Dahai.
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A chilling gust of wind blew ornaments to the ground, sent manuscripts flying, and caused windows to bang and shudder. The gusting wind emitted a howling, almost screaming noise. This lasted less than five minutes before cracks suddenly appeared in the window glass.
The moment Ying Zhisheng pushed open the door, the wind stopped silently and the house returned to normal except that the floor was in a mess.
Taking advantage of Pan Dahai's hesitation, Lou Sheng, who had suffered a lot, seized the opportunity to counterattack...
Ying Zhisheng was completely unaware that two ghosts were fighting next to him, each one bruised and battered. He had come to close the window and collect the clothes.
Staring intently at the cracks on the glass, Ying Zhisheng leaned on his arms and looked down from the windowsill. The buildings were in full view. The height of the seventh floor seemed far and near compared to the concrete ground, out of reach and yet within reach. Everything shrank and swayed, his perception was misleading, and he felt fear and panic, but his eyes remained as cold as a pool of stagnant water.
His ankle suddenly felt cold, Ying Zhisheng looked down, with a hint of light in his eyes.
Lou Sheng had just defeated Pan Dahai when he turned around and saw Ying Zhisheng standing in front of the window with a sad face. At that moment, he was sure that Ying Zhisheng wanted to jump.
Being injured and unable to stand up, Lou Sheng crawled over and grabbed his ankle. He also made a warning gesture of wiping his neck to Pan Dahai, who was shivering in the corner.
Lou Sheng raised his head, Ying Zhisheng lowered it. One dead, one living, one ghost, one person, separated by yin and yang. Even though he knew it was impossible, Lou Sheng still had the illusion that their eyes were meeting.
He had died by jumping from a building. He had forgotten all the details, but every time he tried to recall it, he would be filled with lingering fear and trembling with terror. No matter what difficulties he encountered, Lou Sheng did not want Ying Zhisheng to jump from a building.
Lou Sheng actually has regrets.
He was largely responsible for the initial fallout with Ying Zhisheng. He had misunderstood the other party without understanding the truth, and in a fit of rage, he had uttered harsh and unpleasant words.
Lou Sheng later found out the whole story and took the initiative to find Ying Zhisheng to reconcile. However, he was coldly rejected. Ying Zhisheng rejected his attempts to get closer. A few days later, Ying Zhisheng transferred to another school and left without any further contact.
As time went by, the two of them went their separate ways: one was a talented singer who dominated the music world, the other was a carefree young master who inherited the family business.
Lou Sheng didn't expect separation to be so easy.
The two teenagers who were hiding from the rain under the bicycle shed and listening to music with the same pair of headphones never thought that the ending would be so broken and indifferent, like ice that has been broken into pieces, melting and evaporating without a trace, and even the traces have been wiped out.
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