Chapter 230： pay the price

Chapter 230 Pay the price

Wearing costumes, Feng Xiaozhi has a fierce look in his eyes and a ferocious look on his face.

She didn’t expect that three of the five people present were unaffected, and this strange girl seemed to have some unusual abilities.

But when things got to this point, things were already broken, and Feng Xiaozhi couldn't hold back.

She became fierce and continued to activate Guiyi's ability, making the pink mist in the room thicker and thicker. Almost a large cloud rushed towards Pei Anzhu.

However, Pei Anzhu did not take this little trick seriously.

Her fingers were flying, her hands were forming seals quickly, and soon a golden formation appeared in the air and struck Feng Xiaozhi fiercely.

With just one move, Feng Xiaozhi's costume was attacked, and the original pale pink color quickly faded away, revealing the original color of the costume.

It is a gray and bleak color that has been soaked by hundreds of years and eroded by wind, frost and dust.

Feng Xiaozhi found that he could no longer use Gui Yi’s energy:

"how come…"

"Do you want to see what you look like now?" Pei Anzhu looked at her coldly and said.

Feng Xiaozhi was stunned, quickly took out his phone and turned on the front camera.

She saw her face appearing on the screen—

A face that was more than thirty years older, full of wrinkles, frosted temples, and the skin was loose and drooping, as if a piece of cloth was covering the skeleton.

In other words, all her flesh and blood were sucked away by the ghost clothes.

"Do you think you can drive this ghost clothes at will without paying a price?" Pei Anzhu asked, "You are not a member of Xuanmen, and you have never learned to control ghosts. If you rely on your connection with it to drive it, then You have to pay accordingly.”

And Guiyi feeds on human vitality, and what it takes away is Feng Xiaozhi’s vitality.

Feng Xiaozhi didn’t react at all. She stared blankly at herself on the screen, looking like a human being or a ghost, feeling extremely strange.

In the end, I don’t know if she accepted her fate, but smiled sadly:

“It’s over, it’s all over…”

Horizoning and lonely, drawing Yingying, after all, it was empty.

Pei Anzhu didn't waste any more words.

Ghost clothes were attacked by her, and the ghost aura that carried the former owner's sanity had long been dispersed, and now it was just a tattered old piece of clothing.

As for Feng Xiaozhi, without Guiyi as a helper and having aged several dozen years, there is no longer any threat.

Pei Anzhu called Officer Du and briefly told them about the Yuncheng Grand Theater, and then asked them to send someone over to take over.

Police Officer Du is in Yuncheng, and he plans to come in person.

After dealing with Guiyi, Pei Anzhu looked at Sister Song and others in the corner—

Sister Song and Xiaoman were not affected by the ghost clothes. They protected Ding Xiaoman and Sister Juan behind them, then held the amulet they bought before in their hands and held it in front of their chests.

They originally thought that there would be a fierce battle between Master Pei and Gui Yi.

Unexpectedly, the ghost clothes, which can cause terrible damage to ordinary people, can't withstand a single blow in Master Pei's hands.

This time, they saw Pei Anzhu's ability again.

“Master Pei, is it over?” Sister Song asked.

"Well, let's wake them both up." Pei Anzhu said, "There are still some aftermath matters that need to be explained to them."

Without waiting for Sister Song’s instructions, Xiaoman turned around and shook Sister Juan and Ding Xiaoman vigorously.

After a while, the two people woke up.

The memories came back, and Ding Xiaoman and Sister Juan only remembered that they were enveloped in a pink mist. They could not remember clearly what happened after that. But the scene in the lounge was enough to prove that the matter had been resolved.

Everyone is alive and well.

Sister Juan stood up from the ground, glanced at the old Feng Xiaozhi with a complicated expression, and then smiled at Pei Anzhu with a little embarrassment:

“Master Pei, I really want to thank you this time. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have known that the Taoyao Song and Dance Troupe hid such a fatal threat.”

"It's a pity that Feng Xiaozhi is dead and "Frost Leaves Red in February Flowers" cannot be performed. The good situation of the song and dance troupe in the past six months has been ruined."

After hearing this, Pei Anzhu raised his eyebrows and said in surprise:

"Who said it can't be performed? Without Feng Xiaozhi, wouldn't there still be Song Ling? Are you so unsure of the principal dancer trained by the Taoyao Song and Dance Troupe with so much effort?"

"But Song Ling is not..." Sister Juan retorted, and then she seemed to have thought of something and said in surprise, "So Master Pei, you can save Song Ling, right?"

Pei Anzhu smiled and nodded:

"Yes, I can save her. Song Ling was just eroded by the ghost energy and her mind was confused, so she did some weird actions. As long as the ghost energy is dispelled, she will be fine."

“At that time, we will tell the public that Song Ling’s illness has recovered, and then claim that Feng Xiaozhi was injured during the rehearsal, and replace the two of them as a matter of course.”

“You have to believe that Song Ling’s ability is enough to support this drama. The audience will not be disappointed with her performance. Even if she doesn’t have the ghost clothes, she can still achieve the same effect as before.”

Although Pei Anzhu had never met Song Ling, after listening to Sister Song and Ding Xiaoman's stories, she did some calculations and found that the fortune of the Taoyao Song and Dance Troupe was indeed tied to Song Ling.

It is precisely because of this that she gave Sister Juan a positive answer.

“It’s great! It’s really great!” Sister Juan almost cried with joy. “The efforts of hundreds of people in the song and dance troupe have not been in vain, and we can continue to perform.”

Sister Juan no longer cares so much about whether she can compete for the position of the country's premier song and dance troupe.

With such a big thing happening, she now just prays that everything will go well for the song and dance troupe in the future, that there will be performances and audiences, and that even if they are not rich and powerful, they will be safe.

Pei Anzhu reassured Sister Juan, then turned to look at Ding Xiaoman:

“You performed on the same stage with Feng Xiaozhi, playing her maid. Apart from her, you are the person most affected by Gui Yi.”

“I will give you a talisman, wear it close to your body, and get more sun. The ghost energy will slowly dissipate, so don’t worry too much.”

Sister Song hurriedly took out her mobile phone and transferred the money without saying a word:

“Thank you so much Master Pei this time. I know your rules. Thank you for saving Xiaoman’s life.”

Seeing this, Pei Anzhu suddenly had the thought to make a joke:

“As expected, you still make more money in the entertainment industry.”

The money Sister Song gave her this time was exactly the same as the last time she was asked to rescue Zhu Yanzhou, and it was not false at all. Even though Pei Anzhu had said 20% off for old customers before, Sister Song did not lose a penny.

Seeing this, Sister Juan also took out her mobile phone:

“Master Pei solved the crisis for our song and dance troupe. Logically speaking, I should pay him. I don’t know this business, how can I charge him?”

"It's up to you." Pei Anzhu said, "I'm here at the invitation of Sister Song. I'm just here to solve the crisis in your song and dance troupe. You can give me the money or not, but the favor must be kept on Sister Song's head."

After hearing this, Sister Juan knew that Master Pei was interested in asking for favors for Sister Song, so she said:

“Don’t worry, Master Pei. I will remember Sister Song’s kindness. But one code is the same. Solving Guiyi is indeed incidental, but curing Song Ling is not.”

They give Sister Song face, but she can't really refuse to give her money.

However, the song and dance troupe invested too much in the play "Frost Leaves Red in February Flowers", and she also used part of her own working capital, which is now only 500,000.

But she didn't hesitate, asked Sister Song for Pei Anzhu's account number, and transferred 500,000 yuan directly.

After all, this is a master who can destroy ghosts with one move!

(End of this chapter)