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115 The thinnest, whitest and most flawless god

At six o'clock in the evening, the stage performance of the Evil Spirit Festival officially begins!

There are more and more cuties in the live broadcast room. Fu Youzhi, the ideal in the world, dances in stripping clothes and pole dancing!

The streets are simply empty!

【squat!】

【Hahaha, I have no intention of working, I am just waiting for this moment!】

[Where is Gu Yanchen, where is Gu Yanchen, your little bride Zhizhi is going to transform into a steel|tube goblin!]

[Sit in the front row, be good and wait for Zhizhi!]

When the time came, the host decisively came to announce the curtain:

"Now I invite Fu Youzhi to perform a super wild dance!"

Before I finished speaking, I heard thunderous applause and was extremely excited.

The staff, lucky viewers, and horror enthusiasts all wore ghost makeup and were excitedly waiting for Fu Youzhi's wonderful performance.

The lights are dim.

Music starts.

The applause stopped obediently.

The curtain opens.

There is no one on the stage...

No one is there.

Fu Youzhi was not on the stage at all.

【Where have you gone?】

【what happened?】

[In the live broadcast just now, she left the dance practice room in the castle. The exit of the dance practice room leads directly to the stage. Where did she go? 】

【Where's Zhizhi?】

[Is it another program effect? ​​】

【Where is Director Pei?】

[Director Pei must be strategizing and controlling everything! 】

【Hahaha, there must be a surprise!】

[Looking forward to a double dance between Gu Yanchen and Fu Youzhi!!!]

[Wait a minute, sisters, Director Pei seems a little impatient? 】

[Yes, he was shouting like crazy with a walkie-talkie, and most of the auditorium was gone...]

【Could it be...】

[Zhizhi didn’t want to perform at all, so she ran away by herself? 】

[Ah, it’s very possible. In the past, there were artists who simply ignored the arrangements of the program team and went their own way? 】

[Fu Youzhi is not an artist, but a core member of Xingyao. He must be disdainful of such a dance...]

[So you didn’t say a word and ran away from the stage on purpose? 】

[Although I have always thought that Zhizhi is my little baby, but this is really a bit inferior!]

[Yes, you can not accept the punishment at the beginning. It is better to just tear up the card like Gu Yanchen did, than to run away like this...]

[Bah! I hate this kind of behavior that is both pretentious and upright. 】

[Disgusting, Fu Youzhi is the first celebrity I have followed sincerely. I didn’t expect it to be like this. You can see that Director Pei is already sweating profusely. Director Pei must not know it either!]

[Fu Youzhi, come out quickly, don’t go missing, or get out of the entertainment hall!!!]

[Fu Youzhi, Fu Youzhi, you don’t have to perform, but don’t play missing in this situation! We won’t do anything if you don’t perform, but toying with the program team like this is really too much!]

Both the barrage and the young audience in the audience were a little annoyed. Fu Youzhi has always had an extremely positive image from the time he appeared until now, but his current behavior is really unacceptable.

They are all secretly looking forward to it. In the next second, Fu Youzhi will suddenly appear, or the assistant will come over and explain. Is he sick? Is he tired? Is there something wrong at home? It's all fine, but please don't act like a turtle.

Missing!

In less than a minute, the audience's hearts became colder...

Until, behind the curtain, a steady sound of footsteps slowly sounded...

*

Fu Youzhi, who had been waiting for so long, came out of the training room and walked along the passage. After a short walk, she came to the dark red curtain.

With a "hoo!", the curtain opened, and she stood on the beautiful stage with ambiguous lighting.

There was a roar from the audience, and an overwhelming applause erupted.

Under the stage, there are countless evil spirits.

After all, they were performing for tens of thousands of evil spirits, so all of them were in ragged clothes, some were missing arms, and some were missing eyes.

An audience member in the front row had abscesses covering half of his cheek, and maggots were squirming around. There was a soft "pop" sound, and half of his face came down together with the deworming.

Revealing the dark skull...

"many……"

"Ghost..."

Coming out of that passage, it was not the stage of the castle at all, but——

The stage for evil spirits in the underworld.

Qin Susu!

Fu Youzhi pinched her palms tightly, her body shaking uncontrollably.

【Take it off, take it off quickly!】

【Hurry up and perform!】

[If you can’t do it, do you want me to help you, hahaha!]

[Didn’t I say that I would take off my clothes and dance in front of the evil spirits? Hurry up, we are all waiting!]

[Hahaha, little girl, I’ll give you money, I’ll give you a lot of money!]

With a "crash", a stack of banknotes was sprinkled on Fu Youzhi's body with rotten flesh and blood foam. The banknotes fell on the stage like a whirling dead leaf butterfly, stained with blood.

Fu Youzhi glanced at him:

Dark coins.

There was a gloomy wind on the stage, and the ambiguous yellow light became darker and darker. There was also an evil ghost who threw a gray-black leg bone up and yelled with a mouth full of yellow teeth,

"Isn't there still pole dancing? Come on, come on, use my pole!"

The evil ghosts everywhere, with green faces and fangs, are all felons detained in the eighteen levels of hell. If you are not afraid, it is a lie.

Fu Youzhi took two steps back, a thin layer of sweat broke out on her head.

[Hiss—it smells so good...Why does this little girl smell so good?]

The evil spirits in the audience were all as crazy as if they had taken a happy pill, and the ones in the back were climbing on the stage in front of them.

Climbing out a trail of blood.

Fu Youzhi stepped back again, and the evil ghost in the front row could already touch her spotless high heels...

"How dare the evil spirits in the Eighteenth Level of Hell Abyss be so presumptuous?" A sinister and charming voice slowly came. Po Meng, wearing a grand robe of a hundred ghosts, walked over on the heads of the ghosts.

"Having a blind eye is a treasonous act," Po Meng pointed at Fu Youzhi and said to the already crazy evil ghost,

"She is the God of Wealth! Above the ninth floor, the Supreme God! Cold and ruthless, she has robbed all of you of your wealth and made you reborn in the God of Wealth with no way out!"

"Smell it quickly, does it smell good? Exquisite flesh and bones, flawless mind and spirit! The wealth of the six realms is in your hands! You dirty guys, even if you meet her, you will be reincarnated into a rich second generation in your next life!"

Under the stage, it was like a drop of ice water dropped into the boiling water.

After a moment of calm, there was even more restless chaos.

The frivolous, most noble, greatest, and purest god...

Just thinking about it is exciting...

All the evil ghosts are completely crazy. The attraction to reincarnation is too great. They are like starving ghosts seeing bread, crawling forward like crazy, and even looking at each other like wild dogs.

biting.

So shocking.

In an instant, corpses were everywhere, with blood and severed limbs all over the ground.

Just like raising a poison, several of the most powerful ghosts have already climbed up to Fu Youzhi.

His arms were waving wildly, and his mouth was filled with obscene words...

Po Meng sneered and looked at her shivering on the stage.

Above the ghosts, there was a faint black figure slowly emerging. The face was as white as a human ghost, and it was not popular at all. The whole person was surrounded by black mist, and his face could not be seen clearly. He only felt cold -

Dominate mortal life and death——

Palace of Hades - Mo Beiyuan.

Seeing him, Fu Youzhi became even more frightened.

They had fought each other, and the former God of Wealth died. Fu Youzhi went crazy and came to the underworld to cause a scene. It was he who trapped her in the River of Forgetfulness and lost half of her life before she was fished out by Heaven...

She took two more steps back.

He leaned against the last pillar of the stage, unable to retreat...


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