Ye Xian and the ghosts exchanged confused looks for the longest ti before figuring out the situation. Were they... getting off work?
The zombie who was eating instant noodles put down his chopsticks with a puzzled look, "Excuse , have you gone to the wrong place?"
Ye Xian glanced at their perfectly intact outfits and makeup, and then at the well-arranged props of the Ghost House, when a sudden idea struck her.
I got it!
"Are you about to get off work?"
"Yes."
Ye Xian, "You can’t get off work!"
The ghosts, "?" Why can’t we get off work?
Ye Xian, "Because... you need to work overti!"
The ghosts, "!" Even ghosts have to work overti these days?
"On what grounds?"
"Because there’s overti pay!"
Overti pay?
Oxhead and Horseface, after finishing their spicy snacks, looked at each other with so interest and wiped their hands, "How much?" A hundred will do!
Ye Xian, "How much do you get paid for playing ghosts for a day?"
The ghosts all raised their fingers; so said two hundred, so three hundred, so even five hundred...
Ye Xian was surprised to find that even ghosts had their own hierarchy, with foreign ghosts being more expensive than the dostic ones—such pronounced idolization of foreign entities.
She quickly estimated that in total there were only about twenty or so ghosts, deciding to treat them all equally, she generously declared, "Overti pay, one thousand each!"
As soon as she had spoken, the ghosts all excitedly got to their feet and began running wildly towards her.
Ye Xian was so frightened that she thought they were coming to eat her and stumbled backward two steps.
Their makeup was frighteningly realistic, even more terrifying than in horror films!
But instead, the ghosts happily shook her hand, "Really?" "You’re a good boss!" "What do you need us to do, boss? We can work till dawn!" "As long as the money’s right, boss, I can act out any ghostly part!"
The barrage of comnts was overwheld with laughter due to this sudden twist and the incongruent imagery.
’Indeed, money can make the devil turn mills, this phrase couldn’t be more true!’
’hahahaha Ye Xian standing among the ghoulish ghosts, the out-of-place feeling is too strong, like a fallen angel trapped in Hell’
’Am I the only one who thinks this is endearing? I’ve already ntally constructed a drama about a pretty little Ghost King!’
The comnts were filled with laughter, but the director’s team watching the big screen was baffled, "???" When had their staff suddenly beco Ye Xian’s minions?
The director, engrossed in the spectacle, had no intention to stop the show, "Break what rule? There’s no set rule for the na-tag tearing battle, that kid is sharp-witted, might even stage a miraculous coback by himself!"
Ye Xian lightly touched her chin with her tongue, "You don’t need to work until dawn, just bring your A-ga. Just do as I say, and everything will be fine."
Outside the Ghost House, the four who were desperately chasing Ye Xian abruptly ca to a halt in front of the eerie Ghost City, skidding to a stop.
Chu Yao turned around to look at them, "Why have we stopped?"
The three, seeing the human skin masks and skeletal heads swaying in the wind at the entrance, began to tremble with fear, "Brother Yao, up ahead is... a Ghost House."
"What’s wrong with the Ghost House?"
Liang Liang swallowed hard, "There are... ghosts in the Ghost House."
Chu Yao looked at him as if he had heard a funny joke, "Are you a child? Those are just staff mbers hired by the show to play parts."
"But..."
Xiao Yixuan gazed at the sky that was gradually darkening, "It’s getting dark, and no one knows if a real one might suddenly sneak in."
As soon as he spoke, Liang Liang and Zhou Zhaoxu both felt a chill down their spines.
The barrage laughed even louder, on stage, during tours, and on TV, the brothers always looked so cool and handso that it was to die for; who would have thought they would be so timid in reality.
Chu Yao was so annoyed he could hardly stand it; at first, he thought they were joking, but now it seed they were truly scared, "It’s all fake, co on, do you want to go in front of you?"
The three of them looked at each other, nodded, and reluctantly agreed.
In the eerie Ghost House, wafts of a bloody stench passed through, headless female corpses with their bellies split open hung on the walls, bones and skeletons piled up on ancient torture devices, and the half-revealed sinister face of a child peeked out from behind the deep stairwell...
As soon as Zhou Zhaoxu, Xiao Yixuan, and Liang Liang entered the Ghost House, they clutched each other’s hands tremblingly. Trembling to the bone and stepping cautiously, they moved as if they were rmaids walking on razor’s edge, terrified by the bloody and horrific scenes.
The only thing that kept them going was the bright lights everywhere in the Ghost House.
Chu Yao felt their timid state and inwardly cursed them as useless teammates. He stretched out his hand to flip over the shroud, searching for Ye Xian’s whereabouts.
Suddenly, the lights in the Ghost House went out, and from the depths of the pitch-dark Ghost House, a prolonged and eerie Sadako voice echoed, accompanied by a cold breeze on the neck.
’Return my life...’
The three, Zhou Zhaoxu, instantly collapsed ntally, screaming at the top of their lungs and turning to run outside.
Unexpectedly, a bunch of lights suddenly lit up behind them, and a piece of rotten flesh dropped from above. Imdiately after, several zombies, not knowing from where they had co, moved towards them with distorted robot-like movents, pouncing on the rotten flesh to feed voraciously.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Zhou Zhaoxu and the other two’s pupils dilated, their screams almost lifting the roof of the Ghost House. In their panic, they scattered in all directions, each running in different ways.
"Don’t run! We can’t split up!"
But at that point, Chu Yao’s words had no deterrent power, and before he could finish speaking, the three had disappeared without a trace.
So easily scared? Their psychological ttle wasn’t anywhere near that of the cool young man from earlier.
The zombies, now lacking enthusiasm, got up and started to scare them individually.
Ye Xian sat in the control room of the Ghost House, enjoying a massage from Oxhead, accepting the tea handed over by Horse Face, and watching the scene on the screen where three grown n scattered in all directions, laughing so hard she almost choked on the water.
She had thought it would take a considerable effort to scare them, but it turned out these tall, strapping n were less brave than one woman.
Next up, it was her turn to take action.
Before coming, Jiang Wen had shown her the detailed profiles of the four of them.
Liang Liang, a stage actor by training without professional debut coaching, didn’t have as strong psychological ttle or expression control as the other young actors. That’s why many variety shows liked to invite him, to tease him, to scare him for fun. Each ti he got scared, he would blurt out ’Mommy,’ earning him the nickna ’Mama’s boy’ from so spiteful fans, who thought it was a persona he had cultivated. Little did they know, because of his sheltered upbringing, he was naturally very cowardly.
It might be best to start easy and go from there, starting with him.
Liang Liang ran westward, through the pitch-black corridors empty of people, calling out ’Mommy’ over and over.
But the more he ran, the more sothing felt off—it was getting darker and quieter, like the eerie calm before a storm.
He turned around only to see a stream of warm, red liquid slowly flowing from the distance to his feet—it was... it was blood!
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