Chapter 20 Ghost Variety Show (2)
The fact that Ying Zhisheng liked the rumor spread by a hater that he was 169cm tall quickly became a hot topic, adding fuel to the already heated discussions.
Many speculations and discussions appeared in the hot search comments section. Some praised him for his open-mindedness and his bravery in facing his haters; others thought he was narrow-minded and pretended to be carefree the more he cared about them. Fans were just lamenting the haters' ability to lie with their eyes open:
[Lulala, ahhh!: Is this even possible?! Ying Zhisheng has those long legs. He's 169cm tall, so he needs 22cm insoles.]
[Broken Ice: The rumors these days are hilarious. I heard that hater even said Sheng Ge had plastic surgery… Please [spreading hands] [spreading hands] He went viral at the age of 15, practically growing up right under the eyes of netizens @应执生]
Cha Cha: I'm dying of laughter. That hater was so scared he deleted his account overnight [crying with laughter]. And Jiang Huoda's fans, stop muddying the waters. Your brother's confrontation with haters all night long is called true character, while Ying Zhisheng liking a comment is called petty. They're both hypocritical [sticking out tongue]]
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After seeing the trending searches for "Noisy Sky", Fuquan was overwhelmed. He asked Ying Zhisheng: "Did he accidentally like it?"
"right."
No wonder celebrities use secondary accounts to surf the Internet. If they accidentally click "like" on a post, it will trigger a series of events that the entertainment media can make up in a lot of stories.
The car pulled into the underground parking lot. The hotel, provided by the production team, had a team of bodyguards to provide extreme privacy. Ying Zhisheng was dressed casually in a simple white short-sleeved shirt and a black mask obscuring his features. He hesitated as he closed the car door, fearing it might hit Lou Sheng.
Ying Zhisheng lowered his head slightly and hurried along. The sound of footsteps echoed in the dark, deserted parking lot. It was quiet and hurried, but only Ying Zhisheng knew that the chatter in his ears never stopped.
Lou Sheng met a big fat ghost. He heard that the stinky tofu near the hotel was super delicious and the secret recipe passed down from ancestors was unique.
"Have you eaten it?" Lou Sheng asked the ghost.
"I weigh 211 pounds, and you think I'm just gaining weight in vain? We're brothers, I'm not lying to you. Go and ask your master to buy it for you, and then you can give me a bite."
This piece of meat is the best test for stinky tofu.
Lou Sheng didn't take the word "master" too seriously, thinking it was just a joke. He thanked the fat ghost and floated over to Ying Zhisheng. As he passed by Assistant Tao, he patted his shoulder, causing him to jump up and scream.
At the elevator entrance, I met a few staff members wearing badges. They knew Fuquan and led Ying Zhisheng and others to the room.
This hotel was probably built on an abandoned cemetery. Just in the corridor, Lou Sheng saw a swarm of ghosts lying or sitting on the ground. They were pale, thin, and ragged. Their resentment was so heavy that it was filled with black air. The eyes of these ghosts were full of covetousness and jealousy towards the living.
What an evil place.
Assistant Tao stepped onto the red carpet and saw the bright walls and intricate lighting, giving the decor a grand, retro feel. He couldn't help but sigh, "It's quite nice. It's great for photos and a good background for a vlog. There's no one here now. Did the production team book the hotel?"
The staff member replied: “Yes.”
"He's really rich. He must have made a lot of money from the first two seasons of the show being a huge hit."
Fuquan was on the phone looking for someone to handle the issue that had hit the trending search results for Ying Zhisheng. He gradually became more and more angry and spoke more and more violently. In a rage, he punched the wall.
Lou Sheng saw the old ghost clinging to the wall, stretching out his scarlet tongue to lick Fuquan's hand, with his mouth wide open, ready to bite it at any moment.
In a flash, a middle-aged man, only half of his body, was hanging on Uncle Cheng Zhi's legs. The ghost's grinning face, combined with the adult's weathered face, looked disjointed and eerie.
Lou Sheng and the ghost with only half a body looked at each other.
The ghost said, "Everyone was so hungry that they ate half of me. Don't be fooled by the fact that I still have half a body. In fact, my insides have been eaten up. I am just an empty shell."
Lou Sheng's pupils trembled slightly. Even though he knew that these ghosts dared not do anything to humans, he still kicked the half-body ghost off Cheng Zhi's calf.
"Ying Zhisheng, aren't you afraid?" Lou Sheng found it incredible to see him so calm.
It was impossible not to be scared. In the past, when the two of them watched horror movies in the middle of the night, Ying Zhisheng would wear headphones and play Little Apple while watching. Even so, he was so scared that he didn't dare to go to the bathroom, so he woke up Lou Sheng who was already asleep and stood guard at the bathroom door for him.
Ying Zhisheng's face turned pale and he said, "Not bad."
The few people around heard Ying Zhisheng suddenly say "not bad" and no one could figure out what he meant. The staff thought he was commenting on the hotel environment and quickly said, "We've arranged the best suite for Brother Ying. We've checked it with professional equipment and there's no chance it has any cameras or recorders. If you need anything, just let me know. You're welcome."
Ying Zhisheng nodded and said "hmm".
At that moment, a group of people approached, surrounding the man in the gray suit in a large group, chatting and laughing. The man who was the center of attention was Jiang Huoda, a refined and easygoing man in his thirties. Lou Sheng had seen him on a variety show.
It stands to reason that Jiang Huoda and Ying Zhisheng have some grudges. For three consecutive years, Jiang Huoda had won first and second place at the Golden Melody Awards, but ultimately lost to the 17-year-old Ying Zhisheng, who had dominated the industry for years, sweeping every award imaginable.
Until now, Jiang Huoda’s losing record has been brought up from time to time on the Internet and made fun of.
"Hey, Zhisheng! I didn't expect to meet you on this show. I'm really stressed. If I had known you were coming, I would have just run away and withdrawn."
Ying Zhisheng smiled and shook hands with Jiang Huoda: "Long time no see."
The last time the two met was at an awards ceremony, and Ying Zhisheng's seat was right in the first row in front of Jiang Huoda.
Lou Sheng narrowed his eyes and found that the little boy with big eyes and thick lips lying on Jiang Huoda's back was also a ghost.
He was curious and just about to greet the little boy, when he heard a sentence: "Sawadee ka~~"
Lou Sheng couldn't say anything when the words came to his lips. This was a Thai ghost.
Just as Jiang Huoda and Ying Zhisheng were chatting awkwardly, the guests arrived one after another.
Lou Sheng immediately saw the singing and dancing king Sun Qing, and the little baby ghost beside Sun Qing.
There were also two people from the Crazy Band, one on the left and one on the right, following the little ghost.
Looking around, apart from Zhang Xing and Jian Qian, almost everyone had a ghost. The humans and ghosts interacted happily and intimately, which was a very strange scene. Especially since the ghosts around these singers were still ferocious and eager to try to attack other guests.
At this time, Lou Sheng remembered the word "master" from the fat ghost in the parking lot, and remembered that Pan Dahai once said that people would not be punished by God if they raised ghosts and exorcised them.
These singers are raising little ghosts.
Judging from the number and probability, raising ghosts has become a popular trend in this circle.
Lou Sheng turned his head and met the calm Ying Zhisheng's gaze. His melancholy, slightly gray eyes touched his heart, and he simply asked directly:
"Ying Zhisheng, you kept me by your side so that you could raise a ghost to help you increase your luck?"
Ying Zhisheng raised his eyelids and looked straight at him, sneered faintly, and turned to walk to a deserted corner.
Lou Sheng understood that he had something to say, so he floated over.
"I intend to feed you with my blood and offer you my sincere worship."
Lou Sheng looked at him coldly, waiting for what to say next.
"Your actions are bound by me. Your karma and sins will be recorded on my body. You cannot leave me during this time. But at the same time, the disposal of my life and body belongs entirely to you. The living and the dead contract is broken. They call this the life-binding curse."
This is an extremely rare work, created by Zhang Kaifa, who translated a banned book for a couple separated by death. It requires mutual trust, and a living person will be sacrificed to bear all the consequences.
Lou Sheng saw Ying Zhisheng's eyelids droop slightly, the wrinkles of his eyelids adding dark marks to his eyebrows and eyes under the hotel light. As the boy spoke slowly, he was actually a little flustered, feeling that everything was unreal and unreal.
"What you're saying is, I'm a ghost in the contract, but if I do something wrong, it's your fault? You have the responsibility to restrain and discipline me?"
"Um."
Lou Sheng thought for a moment and said, "Ying Zhisheng, I already have a father, and I don't want to be your son."
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