Chapter 113
"Bullshit!" Bai Yi cursed, pointing at his nose, wishing she could strangle him to death. "You're just jealous because Lou Sheng is so handsome! He's not! He can't be! I already said it's me, what's there to argue about!"
"Yes, yes, Lou Sheng is not that kind of person. He's the son of a wealthy family, he has no worries about food and drink, he's got a good temper, and he doesn't even smoke."
"This person is just jealous of Lou Sheng. I heard that Sun Qing was once a celebrity, but he's not even as good-looking as the gap between Lou Sheng's toes."
"Sun Qing is so much more outshined by Lou Sheng's boyfriend Ying Zhisheng in the entertainment industry, he must be jealous!"
"I think it's this Sun Qing! Because he was pretending to be a fool before!"
Sun Qing looked at the group of ghosts around him and felt for a moment that he had no way to defend himself. Then he glared fiercely at Lou Sheng, who stood silently behind Aunt Hong, and said, "Then let's examine it together."
Aunt Hong said coldly: "He has tested it."
"He didn't, you quietly pulled him over!"
Li Ping said, "He's tested it."
Sun Qing was furious and cursed, waving his hands and shouting, "You bunch of idiots are protecting him now. When the truth is not found out, the Ghost Messenger will not let anyone go! Are we going to sacrifice everyone just because of Lou Sheng? And Zhou Qing...you...you don't have to glare at me..."
Don't stare at me with your eyes full of blood and tears.
After a moment of silence, Sun Qing continued, "That's hell. It's not as easy as you think! Every wrong has its perpetrator, and he has to pay for his own sins!"
Bai Yi was about to argue with him when she heard a thunderous and powerful rebuke from above, which trembled deep into her soul.
"Shut up--"
"You all shut up!!!"
The ghost messenger had been on duty for thirty-six years straight, working non-stop and exhaustingly, without even a moment to breathe. Angrily, he swung the chain, which clattered to the ground. Li Ping wanted to say something, but he whipped the chain back, sending the ghost screaming from one end of the room to the other.
No one in the room dared to speak for a moment.
Ying Zhisheng watched the farce with an expressionless face, crushing the glass in his hand. He didn't even notice the blood running down his palm and arm to his elbow. He was about to become a ghost, and he couldn't breathe.
The giant pointed at Sun Qing with his sickle and said, "Come here."
Sun Qing felt Zhou Qing's hateful gaze. The beautiful eyes he had once kissed were filled with hatred, tears streaming down his face. Their child was being held by someone else, still crying. He didn't know why, but he felt a wave of sadness and helplessness that came from nowhere. He frowned, then relaxed, lowered his head, and used all his strength to force out a sentence: "Sir, that ghost... was indeed me."
He really deserves to go to hell.
The ghost was unmoved, and pointed his sickle directly at Lou Sheng behind Aunt Hong: "You, come here too."
Aunt Hong turned sideways to block Lou Sheng, pretending to have misunderstood and trying to move forward. Lou Sheng grabbed her arm and smiled to comfort her, but in fact, there was no point in struggling at this point.
Ying Zhisheng was just behind him on the left. Lou Sheng did not look away the whole time, in fact, he did not dare to look.
He walked step by step towards the hellish messenger who was about to judge his crimes. He had been mentally prepared for this farce for so long, and his mood should have been calm. But his heart ached, as if it was pulling, as if someone was holding him back.
The ghost's hand was so huge that it could crush him with just a little force. It was just a momentary contact, and the next second, Lou Sheng's neck was encircled by a cold, hard iron chain.
"It's you—"
"You audacious devil! Follow me to the eighteen levels of hell!"
The iron chain looped around his neck, stacking up again and again. In the blink of an eye, it quickly enveloped Lou Sheng's entire head, tightening madly. The immense pressure was so painful that Lou Sheng couldn't help but groan in pain.
Ying Zhisheng almost collapsed and shouted: "Wait!"
The only living person in the room, nearly dead, lost control and yelled, "I did this! Let him go!"
When the chains loosened, Lou Sheng lay sprawled on the ground, his vision blurry and flickering. He turned back to look in Ying Zhisheng's direction and vaguely saw him vomit blood, then wipe it away with a tissue in a panic but calm manner.
He opened his mouth and tried to speak, but a hoarse hoarse sound came out. Lou Sheng didn't know that he had returned to the horrific state of death, with his head shattered and his features distorted.
Ying Zhisheng saw it clearly, staggered a few steps, rushed over, squatted down and hugged his beloved boy. After vomiting, he kissed the corner of Lou Sheng's wet eyes with his bloody lips and murmured: "This is not your fault, right? It's me, it's my fault. Does it hurt, Lou Sheng, why can't I always protect you..."
It doesn't matter.
It has nothing to do with you.
Lou Sheng's lips trembled weakly, so he put his lips next to Ying Zhisheng's left ear and spoke.
Ying Zhisheng hugged him and gently kissed his lips. Then, his proud figure collapsed, and his knees, which had never bent even a little, knelt on the ground. The once glorious superstar knelt on the ground, kowtowed in the most humble manner, and said devoutly: "Sir, please allow me to go to hell on his behalf."
Lou Sheng's eyes widened as he struggled to stop him, but Ying Zhisheng turned around and pinned him to his chest, shackled him so that he couldn't move. He repeated, "I'm going to hell for him. I was the one who forced him to stay by my side. I was the one who had someone perform a ritual to evade the ghost messenger. All the mistakes are my fault..."
"If you can let me go to hell for him, then it would be a great honor for you, Mr. Ghost Messenger, to have done a good deed. You have fulfilled my wish."
Lou Sheng's tears kept falling, and Ying Zhisheng slowly wiped them away. If he couldn't wipe them all away, he would kiss her with his lips, hoping that love could heal the pain that the person in his arms had once suffered.
The ghost messenger had seen many infatuated men and women, but Ying Zhisheng was the first one. He said coldly, "The living and the dead, the yang and the yin, have their own boundaries. The underworld doesn't have such rules."
Ying Zhisheng was determined: "I can die now."
"He deserves to be sent to the Avici Hell for his crimes. He will suffer endless pleasure, endless torment, endless time, endless life, and endless form. He will be burned by fire and boiled in water until he truly repents and atones for his sins." The ghost paused delicately and asked, "Are you willing to do that too?"
"Yes." Ying Zhisheng held Lou Sheng's hand tightly and kissed the back of his hand. "I am willing. Please help me."
"I'll have to think about it..."
"No!" Lou Sheng's voice was filled with tears. He pressed his broken face against Ying Zhisheng's forehead and said word by word, "I don't need it."
He had difficulty speaking, but he still tried his best to speak: "What does my business have to do with you, Ying Zhisheng? You should live, and I'm dead... Why do you have to control me? I did what I did, so I should be punished... You can go receive your award and be a big star, isn't that good enough?"
Lou Sheng felt so limp that he tried to use his head to knock Ying Zhisheng away to free himself, preferring to return to the suffocating dark chains.
Ying Zhisheng tightened his grip and refused to let go, so Lou Sheng struggled even harder. Ying Zhisheng touched his head with heartache, hugged him tightly, and tears fell on his face. Lou Sheng froze, and said in a deep and resolute voice, tears welling up in his eyes.
"This is how it's supposed to be between you and me!"
"Ying Zhisheng, we are not destined to be together!"
The ghost messenger's patience had run out. "I want to take him away. The underworld doesn't have the rule of sending people to hell for others."
He tied an iron chain around Lou Sheng's waist and pulled hard, forcibly separating them.
Ying Zhisheng's world suddenly became empty. He had no choice but to beg. He threw away his pride and knelt on the ground, kowtowed and begged him. His forehead was bleeding from the blows, and he suddenly vomited blood, but he still kowtowed and begged him to let Lou Sheng go.
The scene was a bit tragic, as the ghost dragged Lou Sheng away.
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