This attitude is normal.
Ji Yongchuan was finally not so aggrieved, he raised his head slightly proudly, "How could I lie to you."
Bai Weiwei: "Then can you let them sing to me?"
Sing and let the ghost sing to her.
Although this request is a bit strange, it is also in line with the mind of a fool like Bai Weiwei.
Such a big man still lives like a mentally handicapped child.
Ji Yongchuan, in order to work hard to become an irreplaceable existence in her heart, of course agreed.
"Okay, I'll let them sing you a song."
Ghost singing is not without, most of them are full of resentment songs.
I was worried that Bai Weiwei would have nightmares when she heard it.
Bai Weiwei: "Can I order a song?"
Ji Yongchuan: Is this still an inch
He held back his anger, "Of course, you can do whatever song you want."
Anyway, what song is being sung by a ghost is very scary.
Bai Weiwei finally showed a happy smile, "Then let them sing Little Apple to me, not only singing, but also dancing happily."
Ji Yongchuan: "… "
Bai Weiwei was disappointed, "Can't you?"
Ji Yongchuan thought of what he said, and it was too embarrassing to take it back.
All he could do was say, "Okay."
Then he turned around, the color of his pupils turned black, and a trace of blood appeared.
His voice became misty and cold, "Hundred ghosts aisle, listen to my orders."
There are ghosts in the cinema, some have severed limbs, some have their bodies blown up, and some are holding their heads.
All around.
Even the ghosts outside the movie theater rush into the movie theater because they heard the ghost king's order.
Ji Yongchuan waved his hand and ordered coldly, "Line me up and sing."
A female ghost with half of her body rotted away, looking like a ghost, said faintly, "What song are we going to sing?"
Ji Yongchuan was silent for a while, and his voice couldn't help lowering, looking a little embarrassed.
"Little apple."
Hundred Ghosts: "..."
A ghost couldn't help but say, "What song, why have I never heard it?"
Immediately, many ghosts praised it, and said to the ghost king, "We haven't heard of it either."
Ji Yongchuan couldn't help but say to Bai Weiwei, "They haven't heard of it."
Bai Weiwei smiled happily and slowly disappeared. She said disappointedly, "Really?"
Seeing her disappointed look, Ji Yongchuan didn't know what to do, "It's not that simple, where's your cell phone?"
Bai Weiwei took out her phone.
Ji Yongchuan said: "Is there a little apple video? Show them and they will sing."
Bai Weiwei was a little suspicious: "Really?"
Ji Yongchuan: "They have a good memory, and it's enough to read them once."
Bai Weiwei immediately opened the little apple excitedly, then stretched out her hand to let the ghosts look at it.
"You are my little little apple, I can't love you too much..."
Oddly-shaped Hundred Ghosts: "..."
Bai Weiwei hid behind Ji Yongchuan and probed carefully, "Are you sure?"
Ji Yongchuan: "...Yes."
After he finished speaking, there was more blood in his eyes, and it was terrifyingly cold, very much like he was intimidating.
"You will."
Hundred Ghosts: I feel like I won't die again.
They nodded in unison, "Yes, yes."
Ji Yongchuan hummed coldly, "Then hurry up and sing, hurry up and dance."
The hundred ghosts raised their heads, raised their eyes, raised their hair, and danced and sang in unison.
"You~Is~I~"
The eerie voice, the strange rhythm.
Bai Weiwei shook and grabbed his clothes even more tightly. She said pitifully, "little brother, I'm afraid."