AWB Chapter 24 Ghost: Damn it, I've run into a living father!
Chapter 24 Ghost: Damn it, I've run into a living father!
As soon as the two spoke, Yu Cinian and Li Ye also looked towards Tangxi.
Tang Xi froze, her bright eyes dimming slightly as if she were thinking of something, a hint of panic and embarrassment in them. She pursed her lips and turned her face away expressionlessly.
Lin Sui didn't know why she could only communicate normally with ghosts, but seeing her like this, she quietly blocked those probing gazes for her.
Lu Xiang was taken aback, then frowned and looked at Lin Sui.
Lin Sui said calmly, "There's a ghost next to you."
Meanwhile, in the eyes of the viewers in the live broadcast room, a middle-aged male ghost with a pale face and a lewd expression was floating next to Lu Xiang with his feet dangling in the air.
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I don't know why, but it makes me want to laugh a little. I bet any ghost from a random horror movie would have this effect, right?
[If it really is a ghost, why can Tangxi also see it?]
The male ghost, with his back to Lin Sui, was somewhat stunned after being patted.
Just as I was wondering who was so unafraid of ghosts to dare to take his picture, I heard someone calmly say, "Wait a minute."
The sound was clear and sharp, like a spell to freeze someone in place, and the male ghost really stopped moving.
Then everyone watched as Lin Sui slowly pulled a pair of sunglasses out of his backpack and put them on.
"Okay."
The male ghost then turned around, revealing a face with bulging eyes and blood flowing from its seven orifices... It looked like the ghost had been scared to death.
Upon seeing Lin Sui, the male ghost's pale, empty pupils glowed green like a hungry wolf, and he stared intently at her without moving.
"Hehe, pretty girl, another beautiful girl."
Hearing his lecherous laugh, Lin Sui and the other netizens fell silent.
So he's just an old pervert...
To be honest, Lin Sui really does look like a blind fortune teller when he puts on sunglasses.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind swept over her, and the male ghost appeared in front of Lin Sui in the blink of an eye, almost face to face with her.
In an instant, the male ghost was thrown back two miles by an invisible force.
"It's a stinky Taoist priest! Run!"
The sound came from afar, and the ghostly figure vanished.
Even so, Lin Sui did not take off her sunglasses, lest she be caught off guard by blood and faint, causing delays.
Lu Xiang was still staring at her when Lin Sui pointed to the talisman on the bear and explained, "This is a talisman for summoning souls. When you call out Song Dilai's name, it may also summon other ghosts."
[What?! Is this even possible? Isn't that just pushing Lu Xiang out as a pawn?]
[Lin Sui, I curse your ancestors! If anything happens to Lu Bao, I'll haunt you even as a ghost!!!]
[Brother, what's the rush? A scammer's talisman might not even work, and besides, Lu Xiang seems pretty willing to help.]
"Then continue."
Lu Xiang walked forward impatiently, calling out to Song Dilai at a faster pace, one call after another without pausing.
The fans who were just hurling insults were stunned.
[If you don't understand, ask away: Is she hoping to attract ghosts?]
Lu Xiang called out to Song Dilai a few more times, when suddenly she heard some sounds coming from ahead, like a woman's whispers or laughter.
But there was nothing in front of her.
Lu Xiang narrowed her eyes, her gaze clear and bright.
The next second, a gust of cold wind carrying a foul stench rushed towards her, as if a monster in the darkness had opened its bloody maw at her.
[Holy crap! A hanged ghost! !!!]
Don't scare me! I'm taking a dump, and I'm so scared I almost broke my poop.
The female ghost had disheveled hair, which covered most of her pale face. A blood-red tongue protruded from her mouth, stretching to a terrifying length and hanging down to her chest.
Lin Sui watched as she approached Lu Xiang with a playful smile, but Lu Xiang stood there motionless.
Just as a shrill laugh rang in her ears, Lu Xiang turned to the source of the sound, tilted her head and smiled, "What is this lady laughing at? Can you share it so I can be happy too?"
The laughter stopped abruptly, and the female ghost was dumbfounded.
Lin Sui: ...As expected of a villain, he can even chat with passing ghosts.
Viewers watching the live stream remained silent for a long time before slowly typing out a question mark.
Is he really that crazy? Is he even human?
Si Xingran, her eyes gleaming with envy, leaned close to Lin Sui and asked, "Could you get me a few of those soul-summoning talismans?"
Lin Sui: "Want me to get you a couple more little devils to go with your drinks?"
"Hmm." Si Xingran actually thought about it seriously for a moment, "It's not impossible."
Lin Sui: "...Have some decency."
[Ghost: Damn, I've run into a living father!]
[Ghosts are just for scaring them; ghosts are good, but people use them as food and drink—that's evil!]
[Clear Broth Master!]
Perhaps even ghosts are afraid of these villains, because they had no trouble getting through the rest of the way.
The group slowly walked along the corridor, and soon a mahogany door with intricate carvings came into view.
Behind them, the once vibrant courtyard, weathered by time, crumbled in an instant.
The dried-up pond was filled with rotten silt and leaves, the flowers had withered and only dead trees remained, even the artificial rocks had been decapitated, and pebbles were scattered everywhere. It was truly lifeless and had been abandoned for ten years.
Lin Sui pushed open the mahogany door and looked out at the pitch-black room. Instantly, dim yellow candlelight lit up the room, illuminating every brick and piece of wood.
This is a classically styled Chinese living room, with carved beams and painted rafters, exquisitely beautiful.
The furniture is made of precious wood and genuine leather, and the marble floor is spotless and so shiny it reflects light.
"Is this an old house that hasn't been lived in for ten years?" Si Xingran looked around with interest, then glanced at the dusty, cobweb-covered corridor behind her. "The outside is so dilapidated, but the inside is still like new. Tsk, interesting."
Upon hearing this, Lin Sui glanced at the others.
Lu Xiang and Li Ye were also surprised. Lin Sui immediately realized that this group of people had been targeted by a ghost.
Since that's the case, we have no choice but to cause trouble.
Lin Sui entered the living room first.
Yu Cinian was the last to arrive, and it seemed that he had just realized what a dirty and messy corridor they had just walked through. He was carefully wiping his whole body with disinfectant wipes.
He then took out a bottle of disinfectant and sprayed it around the living room every now and then.
Seeing this, Lin Suizheng suddenly became a little worried that he might not have enough disinfection kits.
“Song Di Lai… Song Di…”
Lu Xiang was still dutifully calling back the soul when, halfway through, she suddenly noticed a faint blue light emanating from the little bear's plastic eyes.
The light vanished in an instant, and Lu Xiang almost thought it was an illusion.
Then Lin Sui said, "The doll is reacting; Song Dilai's soul is right here."
Just then, the sound of mahjong tiles clattered from the side room, which was separated from the living room by only a wine rack.
"...That girl is so shameless. She doesn't help with chores or take care of her younger brother, but she insists on hanging out with a bunch of boys just for a piece of candy. How could they have the nerve to call the police?"
"See? Even the police didn't care, and they still managed to release my precious grandson safely. If you ask me, that girl deserved it!"
"That Xia Er is the same. He's a worthless piece of trash, yet he treats him like a treasure. His wife said to let it go and was willing to settle it privately with money, but he insisted on calling the police. In the end, what did he do? He just made his family lose face."
"And my precious grandson suffered from hunger and cold for several days at the police station. He came back looking much thinner. Oh my, it broke my heart."
The woman's voice was unusually sharp, like fingernails scraping on a blackboard, eerie and jarring.