This attitude was normal .
Ji Yongchuan wasn’t so aggrieved, he looked up slightly proudly, “How could I lie to you . ”
Bai Weiwei: “Can you let them sing for me?”
Sing, let the ghosts sing to her .
This requirement, though somewhat odd, was still in line with Bai Weiwei’s silly mindset .
Such a big girl, yet she still lived like a child with mental disabilities .
In order to make efforts to become an irreplaceable existence in her heart, Ji Yongchuan naturally agreed .
“Good, I’ll let them sing a song for you . ”
Ghosts weren’t without music, though most of it were tunes laden with resentment .
Bai Weiwei worried she would have nightmares after she listened .
Bai Weiwei: “Can I request the song?”
Ji Yongchuan: This was getting an inch and wanting a foot?
He suppressed his mood, “Of course, whatever song you want is fine . ”
Anyway, any song sung by ghosts would be very scary .
Bai Weiwei finally showed an excited and happy smile, “Then, have them sing Little Apple to me . Not just singing, also dancing cheerfully . ”
Ji Yongchuan: “……”
Bai Weiwei was disappointed, “Can’t you?”
Ji Yongchuan thought back to what he’d said, it really was too much to take back .
He could only force himself to say: “Can . ”
Then his eyes turned black, and a strand of a bloody color appeared .
His voice became obscure and cold, “Hundred ghosts past the aisle, heed my command . ”
The ghosts of the cinema, whether they had broken limbs, half their body was blown off, or they were carrying their heads .
One by one gathered around .
Even the ghosts outside the theater, because they heard the order of the ghost king, walked into the cinema .
Ji Yongchuan waved, icily directed, “Get in a line for me, and sing . ”
What looked to be a female ghost with a half rotted body quietly said: “What song are we going to sing?”
Ji Yongchuan was silent a moment, his voice couldn’t help but hush, and he seemed a little embarrassed .
“Little Apple . ”
Hundred ghosts: “……”
A ghost couldn’t help but say: “What song, why have I never heard it?”
Immediately, a lot of them gave this ghost a like, many saying to the ghost king: “We haven’t heard it . ”
Ji Yongchuan also couldn’t help but say to Bai Weiwei: “They haven’t heard it . ”
Bai Weiwei’s eager smile slowly disappeared, she disappointedly asked: “Really?”
Ji Yongchuan saw her dispirited appearance, and his brain didn’t know how to function, “Isn’t it simple, use your cell phone?”
Bai Weiwei took out her cell phone .
Ji Yongchuan said: “Is there a Little Apple video? Let them see it and they’ll sing . ”
Bai Weiwei was a bit skeptical: “Really?”
Ji Yongchuan: “They have good memories, it’s enough to see it once . ”
Bai Weiwei immediately excitedly opened the Little Apple video, then reached out to let the ghosts watch .
“You’re my tiny little apple, how much I love you’s never enough……”
Odd, strangely shaped hundred ghosts: “……”
Bai Weiwei carefully probed while hiding behind Ji Yongchuan, “Will you?”
Ji Yongchuan: “…… Will . ”
That said, with more bloody color in his eyes, and a terrifying chill very similar to a threat .
“You all will . ”
Hundred ghosts: Feels like he said we wouldn’t die just once or twice .
They nodded in unison, “Yes, yes . ”
Ji Yongchuan frigidly hummed, “Still not singing, hurry up and dance . ”
A hundred ghosts raised their heads, raised their eyes, raised their hair, and simultaneously danced and sang .
“You~ are~ my~~~“
Incomparably dark, dense singing at an incomparably eerie rhythm .
Bai Weiwei shivered, she death gripped his clothes, and pitifully xi xi said: “Little Gege, I’m scared . ”
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