"Cut!"
Fang Heisan stood up from behind the group of ghosts and directed, "Why are those paper figures so limp? Come back, let's do it again."
"Okay, senior!"
The ghost messengers who were spoken to immediately recalled their paper figures.
Adjusting their state, they prepared to start anew.
Long Tianba, who had originally been on the verge of despair, watched the paper figures leave, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
Wang Caihua looked at Tianba, then at the ghost messengers.
"…?"
…
Cut again?
The viewers in the live stream blinked.
Some were confused.
Looking at the injuries of the domineering CEO Long Tianba, it didn't seem like an act.
So, was this a real ghost movie?
And one that kept cutting?
"Caihua: Should I call out to Tianba or not?"
"Is this a bug exploit? Every time one person and one ghost call out to each other with deep emotion, they call for a stop?"
"Forgive my ignorance, what exactly is being done here? (confused)"
…
Unlike the confusion of the viewers, Jiang Lin scanned the situation within the barrier.
He watched with great interest.
In the language of bullet comments, he was learning.
So, this was how it could be done.
Indeed, the other party was a ghost.
In this regard, the requirements for ghost messengers in the underworld were not as strict as for humans.
…
In the almost abandoned village.
Wang Caihua was thrown back into the barrier again, while Long Tianba was thrown into the pit that had just been smashed.
'Emperor' once again appeared in the sky, flying towards his paper crane.
Everything returned to the previous situation.
"Take him away!" 'Emperor' ordered.
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Three to five paper figures, emanating a chill and with stern faces, flew out.
The armor on their bodies and the weapons at their waists clanged as they collided.
"You won't succeed!"
Long Tianba, who had recovered some strength, struggled to get up.
He glared fiercely at the 'Emperor' in the golden robe, circulating his ghost energy.
He moved!
With a decisive turn, he flew towards the barrier.
"A gentleman's revenge is never too late!"
"Caihua, let's go!"
Wang Caihua, inside the barrier, her eyes lit up, and she opened her hands expectantly, "Tianba—"
The next second, she cried out in alarm, "Be careful!"
Just as Long Tianba was about to fly back into the barrier, the paper figures behind him caught up.
They proceeded to beat up the severely injured Long Tianba, who was trying to escape, and then swiftly tied him up.
Seeing this,
Wang Caihua was stunned.
Tied up again so quickly?
At this moment, she even hesitated for a few seconds out of habit.
—Should she call out to Tianba again?
Would there be another "cut"?
It was supposed to be an official capture mission from the underworld, but it had been turned into a scene-based game.
Watching her ghost-husband being taken back to the other side, Wang Caihua gritted her teeth.
"Tianba—"
At this moment,
Long Tianba's four limbs were tied to a wooden pole, carried by two paper figures, one in front and one behind.
It was as if they were carrying not a ghost, but a pig destined for slaughter.
Hearing the sound, Long Tianba weakly called out, "Caihua…"
"Tianba—"
"Caihua…"
"Cut!"
The familiar voice sounded again.
Fang Hei flew over, frowning and directing, "You, and you. What is all this?"
Upon hearing this, both the person and the ghost were stunned.
Because this time, Fang Hei was not referring to the paper figures,
But to them.
Fang Hei, like a director, held a megaphone and said,
"What is deep emotion? What is separation of life and death? What are you doing with those limp cries?"
"Can you be more serious?!"
Long Tianba: ???
Wang Caihua: ???
What was going on with these ghost messengers?
They weren't actors…
But Fang Hei didn't have time to pay attention to them. After giving his instructions, he directly said,
"Again."
"Okay, senior!"
All the ghost messengers obediently complied.
None of them were defiant or resentful.
…
Soon, all the paper figures were back in place.
The person and the ghost were thrown back to their original positions.
History began to repeat itself.
'Emperor' ordered, "Take him!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
The ghost messengers dutifully recited their lines and dispatched the imposing paper figures.
This time, Long Tianba didn't even have the strength to escape.
However, he was still beaten up.
"???"
Long Tianba was first stunned by the beating, then became angry, "I didn't even resist, why are you hitting me!"
"Are there no ghost rights?!"
He finally understood.
These ghosts were just finding excuses to beat him up with their talk of 'cuts' and insufficient emotional intensity!
Was it fun to repeatedly release and then re-bind him?
Jiang Lin, Fang Heisan, Minister of the Drama Department: "..."
Ah, this ghost, so infatuated with the domineering CEO, actually figured it out.
Fang Heisan, Minister of the Drama Department: It's fun. Why wouldn't it be fun?
The emotions were so well-acted, they could record it and take it back for the drama class to repeatedly observe and learn from.
"Don't you know why you're being beaten?" Zhong Pianpian, a general, stepped forward.
Her face lacked its usual smile, and her eyes were filled with coldness.
Long Tianba thought she was talking about the contract, and snorted, "My contract with Caihua was voluntary."
"If you truly can't stand it, just bind me or kill me. Why humiliate us like this?"
"A scholar can be killed, but not insulted. Is this how your underworld ghost messengers operate?!"
Even though he was severely injured,
His tone was still that of a domineering CEO.
The Minister of the Drama Department opposite him inwardly exclaimed: This is good material!
…
"So that's why, it's for repeatedly beating ghosts!"
"Oh my, this is something that only happens in TV dramas, right? Did I walk into the wrong set?"
"Holy crap. So the ghost messengers play like this too! Awesome!" Da Feng Novel Network
In the live stream,
Hearing the conversation between Zhong Pianpian and Long Tianba, and combining it with the situation on the scene.
The viewers also began to understand.
They were wondering why Long Tianba was always released.
Weren't they afraid of things going wrong?
So that's how it was.
Come to think of it, Long Tianba did indeed get beaten up again every time he was released.
"Tianba, Caihua: You're really just having fun at our expense, aren't you?! (Furious jpg.)"
"But, why is that?"
"I always feel like things aren't that simple. It's rare to see ghost messengers tormenting ghosts like this."
Even if they wanted to beat ghosts, they could just do it directly, why find so many excuses.
Repeatedly releasing and then recapturing?
It was truly unnecessary.
Moreover, there were certain risks involved.
…
"What is the underworld's way of operating, and what is your way of operating?"
Zhong Pianpian looked at him, "If you truly understood that a scholar can be killed but not insulted, you wouldn't have locked so many souls here."
"Tormenting them daily to provide you with Yin energy!"
As she spoke,
A paper figure flew to the edge of the barrier and shattered the already cracked barrier.
Crash—
With this blow, the large barrier turned into fragments and disappeared.
Revealing the scene within.
A small house, two plots of fertile land.
A well, a tree.
Wisps of Yin energy drifted out from the tree.
The very thing that had helped Long Tianba's power surge was it.
The tree grew beside the courtyard, thriving.
Its branches were lush and leafy.
Red fruits hung from the branches, plump and juicy, looking extremely beautiful.
In the eyes of ordinary ghosts, it was a rare pastoral scene.
However,
In the eyes of the ghost messengers with some strength present, it was a different scene altogether.
…