Chapter 59 Episode 2 (5)
The commentators and everyone at the scene were stunned for a few seconds, unable to tell whether this was special effects magic or reality.
Blood splattered on the piano, and Zhou Haoji fell to the ground, convulsing wildly. The pain made his vision black, his consciousness blurred, and he saw ghosts everywhere. They were strange, bluish-green faces of the dead, with only the whites of their eyes, but they surrounded him and stared down at him. As they got closer, he could hear the ghosts' giggling.
“Help, help…”
After realizing that this was an inexplicable and horrific program accident, the staff at the scene burst into sharp and shrill screams, and Zhao Qingchu, who was close by, was so scared that his legs went limp.
"Help! Call an ambulance!" Qi Chang hugged the trembling Jian Qian. She was one of the few people who remained rational.
Jian Qian tugged at the corner of Qi Chang's clothes, her eyes widening in disbelief, her finger pointing in Zhou Haoji's direction trembling uncontrollably. "Qi Chang, look... look at him."
Qi Chang looked over and saw that Zhou Haoji's skin began to bleed. He was obviously a healthy adult man, but the flesh on his body was rapidly shrinking, as if he was peeling off and was about to become a hollow skeleton.
Before Zhou Haoji died, he yelled, "Li Ping! Come and save me! Are you fucking tired of living? Just watch me die!"
Everyone at the scene scattered like frightened birds. Most of them ran away, leaving only those paralyzed by fear unable to move. Even Ying Zhisheng retreated a few steps to the wall. However, Bai Cheng stood still from beginning to end.
Thunder and lightning flashed, and even the rolling dark clouds could not conceal the rage of the sky. Suddenly, a heavy rain, unprecedented in its intensity, fell, like a river pouring down from the sky.
Bai Cheng's limbs twitched wildly and uncoordinated, twisting beyond the limits of the human body. He stood on tiptoe, his hands turned over, head tilted, and began to walk. He lowered his head and smoothed his nonexistent hair by his ear with his hand, smiling softly. This arrogant man unexpectedly revealed a delicate and gentle expression.
It's so weird.
Zhou Haoji is being completely devoured, while Bai Cheng is moving step by step towards his like-minded friend.
Zhou Haoji was not dead yet. He stared with his eyes wide open and struggled to get up and escape, but Li Ping held him down tightly and he could not move.
He saw the deep resentment in Li Ping's eyes, the densely packed evil spirits around him, and Bai Yi who was clinging closely to Bai Cheng and controlling this body.
"Ah...ah...save me." Zhou Haoji glanced around and found Lou Sheng beside Ying Zhisheng. He seemed like a living person who appeared out of thin air. Only when he looked closely could he find that there was no shadow under his feet.
“One should hold on to life… One should hold on to life…”
It was Ying Zhisheng who killed him! No, it was Li Ping who killed him!
Zhou Haoji opened his mouth. Ying Zhisheng's unstoppable rise to fame at a young age wasn't straightforward at all! He wasn't innocent at all! He also had a ghost!
Gao Yixuan, who was standing nearby, pulled out a yellow talisman from his bag. Seeing the swarms of ghosts, he didn't have the courage to step forward to save them. Sweat from his palms soaked the talisman paper as he gasped for breath as he tried to move forward.
Bai Yi was faster. She directly controlled Bai Cheng's body, grabbed Zhou Haoji's collar and smashed him to the ground. With unimaginable force, she smashed him to death in just two or three hits, and his brain was splattered with blood.
Li Ping held Zhou Haoji down and laughed. With the death of his master, he felt the taste of freedom.
With this laugh, 'Bai Cheng' followed suit, and countless ghosts laughed so hard that the sound surged forward and backward, as if mocking and provoking him.
Lou Sheng stood beside Ying Zhisheng, watching silently. From Sun Qing to Zhou Haoji, their deaths were horrific and tragic. It was clear that Zhou Qing and Bai Yi held a deep resentment in their hearts, their tears of resentment having never ceased since their deaths.
"Hurry up and leave." Lou Sheng tried to grab Ying Zhisheng's wrist, but missed and frowned.
Ying Zhisheng did not leave, but just looked at Lou Sheng with deep and complicated eyes.
"What are you looking at?" Lou Sheng lowered his voice.
As thunder rumbled closer, Ying Zhisheng gave a helpless smile and walked straight towards Zhou Haoji's mangled body on the ground. He walked over to Bai Cheng and said, "Come on, Lou Sheng, let's see how you can block the thunder for her."
"I, I'm not." Lou Sheng stuttered for a moment, then floated in front of Ying Zhisheng with a serious expression: "When did I ask her to block the thunder! Ying Zhisheng, this place is too messy, hurry up and leave!"
Ying Zhisheng wiped the blood that had stained his clothes and said softly, "Wait for you."
How could there be such a person in this world? Lou Sheng was so angry that he almost had a heart attack.
Bai Cheng said with a smile, "You guys go ahead. There are so many ghosts here that even the thunder won't be able to strike them all."
Led by Lou Sheng, Bai Yi and Li Ping teamed up with the ghosts that sank to the bottom of the sea and never saw the light of day to stage this farce, which was a small rebellion against the so-called rules of heaven.
A ray of white light slashed down mercilessly, accompanied by a deafening roar. She said, "Lou Sheng, tell me this isn't fair at all. I can't even die peacefully, allowing others to abuse me. Does burning my body into ashes take my pride with it? No, even as a ghost I still have a soul. The ghost is my soul itself!"
They wanted to resist, clapping their hands and holding their waists, laughing loudly in the face of the punishment that was about to come from God.
The lightning struck Li Ping so hard that he screamed in pain and rolled on the ground.
Lou Sheng looked at Li Ping, who was about to lose his soul, then turned his head and looked at Ying Zhisheng with drooping brows and pleading eyes.
Ying Zhisheng remained silent, his jaw tense, but he finally gave in and left the center of the stage.
"Ahhhhh! It hurts! My kids burn paper for me every year... Today is Ghost Festival and I have to rush home to see them!!"
"God, please let me go back and see them! I died early and never did anything bad in my life! Don't do this to me—"
Li Ping's hysterical cries were too far away to be heard. A second bolt of lightning struck this tragic man, intending to make an example of him.
Just as Lou Sheng was about to go over, someone was faster than him.
Bai Yi shielded Li Ping, tears welling from her eyes. Her death was unjust, the truth was before her eyes, yet no one sought justice for her. Tied to her enemy, no one asked her wishes. This death was a bitter one, and even more degrading after death.
Bai Yi manipulated Bai Cheng's body to fatally injure Zhou Haoji. Lightning struck her from this body, which didn't belong to her. She fell to the ground, face to face with her brother, who was gradually regaining consciousness.
She couldn't understand why, even after she died and became a ghost...she couldn't kill her family members who she lived with day and night like Bai Cheng did.
Bai Yi was sobbing and crying, crying in pain from being struck by lightning, and her heart was in extreme pain.
The third, fourth, and fifth paths—
A girl with ponytails helped Bai Yi block the attack, and an old man in an old man's shirt also blocked the attack for the girl. The room was filled with Di Weng's painful groans. Lou Sheng was stunned and unable to recover. Bai Cheng, his hands covered in blood, knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.
The ignorant people screamed in fear, their limbs becoming weak as they crawled on the ground, trying to leave this dangerous and strange place.
The barrage had long been stuck, and no one knew whether it had been broadcast or not, nor could they care. Zhao Wu grabbed a loud speaker and braved the falling rubble and the shaking of the ground to rush over and organize everyone's retreat.
Ying Zhisheng looked quietly at the ghosts lying on the ground, his eyes moving slowly.
At this time, Gao Yixuan plucked up the courage, rushed forward and pointed the talisman paper at Li Ping.
"You bold evil spirit! How dare you kill someone! Our ancestors said that saving the world and saving people is the destiny of us disciples of the Taoist temple. The spirits of heaven and earth are guided by the heavens. Evil spirits retreat and evil spirits are destroyed!"
The talisman paper spontaneously combusted and flew straight towards Li Ping, who was no longer able to dodge.
Lou Sheng dodged past and looked up at Gao Yixuan. He had a sinister aura, his pupils were dark, and he reached out to grab the burning talisman paper in the air.
"Hey, Taoist priest, could you please stop confusing right and wrong?"
Ying Zhisheng casually picked up the table knife and twirled it between his fingers. He said slowly, "Gao Yixuan, do you want to become the evil ghost you're talking about?"
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