I’m Actually a Bigshot

"Zhu Ting?!" When Bai Hua saw the boy clearly, it was as if he had seen a ghost, and immediately covered his mouth with his movable hands, "Hmm! Hmm!"

"Oh my God, this is..." Even Mu Rong and Qin Guan couldn't help but look away.

The boy who stood up from the classroom wasn't very handsome, but he looked decent. But... there was a wound on the boy's neck that was deep to the bone, and the blood that came out stained the entire white shirt on the boy's body, but it continued to flow down.

"I have red paint here." The boy's neck was crooked, making the wound even more hideous. "Are these enough?"

"You are fake, you are not Zhu Ting." The bald Bai Hua shook her head in disbelief, "You are not Zhu Ting, Zhu Ting has..."

"Already dead, killed by you." The boy's bulging eyes stared at Bai Hua, "Bai Hua, why are you doing this to me!"

"We grew up together, no one in this world likes you more than me! No matter what you do, I will accompany you, even if you go crazy and want to do blood sacrifices! But why did you kill me?! "Zhu Ting's eyes shed blood and tears, and red blood was already flowing on the floor of the art classroom.

"You are so hypocritical!" Although Bai Hua had fear in his eyes, he restrained it well, and at most his voice trembled, "You said that you would do anything for my happiness, and you said that you would risk your life for my happiness! If it wasn't for the blood of a virgin, I wouldn't even want to talk to you at the time! What's more, I didn't even know that a blood sacrifice would require so much blood!"

"That's not right." Mu Rong suddenly interrupted Bai Hua, "If you need the blood of a virgin, you can do it yourself? You're going to commit suicide anyway, wouldn't it kill two birds with one stone by the way?"

Hearing Murong's words, Bai Hua's complexion instantly turned blue, red, purple and white, especially ugly.

"Oh my God, isn't the handsome boy Bai no longer a boy?" From the moment he entered the art classroom, Murong felt that everything that happened here was so relieved!

"That was before I met Lord Death!" Bai Hua immediately defended, "No, I didn't do anything! I didn't do anything!"

"I'll paint you lipstick." The ghost named Zhu Ting stained red with a paintbrush. Even though he looked hideous, he still sketched the red lips for Bai Birch very seriously.

"Hmm..." Bai Hua desperately bit his lips, but there was still a tinge of blood red on his mouth. It was not red paint, but Zhu Ting's blood!

"Do you still have red paint over there?" the girl sitting in the corner of the first row suddenly said, "Mr. Du's clothes are red, but I don't have any red paint here, I feel like I need a lot... "

"Do you need it?" Zhu Ting tilted his neck and glanced in the direction of the girl, "Don't you have a lot yourself?"

"Ah!" The girl suddenly jumped up from the chair in fright and pushed down the easel in front of her as soon as she missed it, revealing her whole body to Dewey and the others.

"Hmm..." Dewey's intact eye clearly recognized the girl, and the fact that he lost his mouth also prevented Dewey from screaming even if he couldn't control himself for a while.

The girl looked only fifteen or sixteen years old and looked very cute.

But between the girl's legs, dirty blood continued to flow down.

"I forgot..." the girl said quietly, "I also have a lot of blood, I also have a lot of blood... Do you like this color, Mr. Du? Do you remember, Mr. Du? This is our baby..."

"Ugh!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

A piercing scream resounded throughout the classroom!

"What's the matter?" Mu Rong was also surprised, "Isn't Dewey's mouth gone?"

"I forgot to draw it just now, so I just made it up now." The girl who first spoke smiled and replied.

Immediately afterwards, everyone noticed that Dewey's neck had a bloody mouth open!

"What the hell did this scumbag Dewey do!" Mu Rong couldn't help covering her eyes. "This scumbag dares to call herself a teacher. It's a shame to die!"

"It's a really good horror movie." Qin Guan sneered, "Since Dewey has already shouted like that, that means he's out of the game? This is really a good reincarnation."

"Mr. Du, look, this is our baby." The innocent girl only held bright red blood in her hands, but after hearing what she said, everyone couldn't bear to look directly.

"Scumbag!" Mu Rong gritted her teeth and said again, "No wonder he hooked up with Bai Hua so quickly, even if he smiles every day, he's just a scumbag! I really don't know that this bastard is deceiving with this seemingly kind smile. How many little girls have been killed, how many people have been harmed!"

In the eyes of everyone, Dewey's body really began to become transparent...

"Don't! Don't! I don't want to go!" Dewey shouted desperately.

Outside the screen, Lord Death, who was watching this "movie", also nodded and said, "It's really a good movie."

"Let go of me!" The moment he saw Dewey's body become transparent, the power around Su Qingxing exploded!

It is impossible for Shen Si to bring his real body into the world of underworld trials, so the power that Su Qingxing burst out at this moment, even Shen Si, who has been working hard to suppress, is powerless!

Even though the God of Death clung to the hands of the betrothed and embraced the slightly slender figure in his arms desperately, Su Qingxing's power still burst out around him!

"boom!"

Shen Si and Su Qingxing seemed to be in the wind, the seats around them and all the decorations in the theater were completely blown away.

The amount was crushed, and only the front screen was already playing the picture that was gradually disappearing in Dewey.

"Calm." Meditation tried to embed the betrothed in his arms.

However, Su Qingxing just stared at Dewey who was about to disappear, then struggled to open his thoughtful embrace, stretched out his hand in the direction of Dewey on the screen, and then...

Pinch hard!

The power that Su Qingxing burst out caused a gust of wind, and the silver hair that was casually tied and drooped up.

At that moment, His Highness the God of Death, who had been staring closely at the betrothed, seemed to be squinting, but he couldn't look away.

"Ah!" What's really strange is that the moment when Dewey on the screen made Su Qingxing's shot off the screen, he suddenly stopped becoming transparent, and it was as painful as someone strangled his neck!

Dewey's bloody mouth, which was transferred to his neck, was also severely strangled, which looked terrifying and absurd!

"He's dying." Shen Si stood beside Su Qingxing, "Why do you need to do this?"

"It is the responsibility of the guide, to send the unpleasant people to hell, and to bring the people you choose back to the ghost town." The confused Su Qingxing is also a good baby who can answer questions, "I hate Dewey, even if I let him Going to hell is too cheap for him!"

While speaking, Su Qingxing's outstretched hand immediately clenched.

Dewey on the screen turned into pieces and ashes in a piercing scream.

Ashes!

"Spirit number MS8346, Dewey. Trial failed."

"You are undoubtedly the most powerful of all the guides." The god of death looked at Dewey, who was in ashes on the screen, but he didn't feel pity, but asked curiously, "If someone is killed in the trial, no Go to hell, no ghost town, so where will he go?"

"It will be dealt with with a lag." Su Qingxing finally calmed down after an outbreak. "Maybe to clear his memory and go to another ghost town to start over. But Dewey, it's not worth the effort."

"Can only ghosts with good intentions go to ghost towns?"

"No." Su Qingxing's mood became more and more stable, the whole person leaned on Shen Si's body subconsciously, and his voice became more sleepy, "That's just me and Zhu Sha's personal preference. Many ghost towns are trying to increase their own strength. , will choose the most ferocious and cruel ghosts to join the ghost town, I don't like..."

The god of death immediately hugged Su Qingxing, who was thrown into his arms.

His betrothed was not exhausted, but was so tired that he had to close his eyes and sleep for a while.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong with Su Qingxing, the God of Death looked around and found that the seats in the entire movie hall had been crushed by the power of his betrothed.

Therefore, the god of death could only hold Su Qingxing like this, looking at the comforting sleeping face of his betrothed, he couldn't help but whisper, "When I settle everything, I will tell you all the stories."

Then, the two cuddled like this, facing the only intact movie screen in front of them.

Although Dewey was gone, Bai Hua on the screen still looked at Zhu Ting who was walking towards him fearlessly.

Even though the boy was covered in blood, Bai Hua said unmoved, "I won't be afraid. No matter how bad I am now, as long as I can pass the customs smoothly, everything will return to the way it was before. If I can't even do this, How can I go to see Lord Death?"