If I Were a DJ, Would You Love Me?

Large families, after all, have too many intricacies and complexities to explain in a few words.

Zhao Yijiu clearly had this in mind all along. He was actually very grateful for Yu Xing's trust in him, so he nodded and said, "Assuming I can kill him, the black-clad ghost and I are about the same strength. I can win, but it will take some time."

"Then there's no problem. The troublesome ones are the red-clad ones." Yu Xing recalled the number of red-clad people he had seen in the three halls. There was only one in the Other Shore Hall, none in the Forgetfulness Hall, and the Yellow Springs Disco Hall was too crowded, obstructing the view, so the number was unknown.

A hint of doubt appeared in Zhao Yijiu's eyes behind the mask. "Can't you handle the woman in red?"

"You think too highly of me, Brother Jiu." Yu Xing clicked his tongue twice. "If I run into the woman in red head-on and don't get completely humiliated, I'll change my surname to yours."

Brother Jiu expressed his doubts through silence.

Yu Xing sighed deeply, "Really, I promise, I'm not lying to you this time."

"But you are dressed in red, and you've been suppressed to be dressed in red."

"Do you believe the system's judgment is wrong?" Yu Xing asked.

Zhao Yijiu didn't believe it.

But Yu Xing wasn't entirely being modest; he suspected that the system's assessment of strength came from the encounter between a human and a ghost of different levels, and who would survive.

He was certain he would survive if he encountered someone in red, so his disguise level was determined to be that of someone in red.

The problem is, he survived not because he's so strong now, but because he's immortal!

Perhaps if we could turn back time a few decades, he could even face off against the Sheqing Ghost head-on; and if we could turn back time even further, the Sheqing Ghost would have to avoid him.

But he's gotten so weak now that even he can't stand to look at himself like that.

The red-clad ghost couldn't kill him, but he still couldn't kill the red-clad ghost easily, since he didn't even have a weapon.

Thinking of this, Yu Xing suddenly remembered something. "By the way, Brother Jiu, do you have any extra knives?"

"No."

Where's the sword?

"Without."

Where's the dagger?

"."

"Alright." Yu Xing stopped asking questions with regret. In this simulation, they couldn't bring their own things in, only the sacrificial offerings could be taken with them.

If Zhao Yijiu could easily produce another weapon-type offering, Yu Xing would have to admit that Zhao Mou was incredibly wealthy.

"Anyway, the red-clothed ghost should be very difficult to kill. If we really encounter one, we'll have to rely on you. None of us eight strategists can even touch the red-clothed ghost. And the reward for killing the red-clothed ghost isn't points but ghost money. The price for obtaining such a large amount of ghost money is so high. I'm quite curious about what's in the vending machine."

Zhao Yijiu said, "Then let's go take a look."

The vending machine was tucked away in a corner of the Yellow Springs Disco Hall. It looked much like a normal vending machine, about two meters tall, except that the glass wasn't transparent; it was hazy and made it impossible to see inside.

At this moment, the noisy rhythmic music stopped, and the DJ leaned against the turntable, watching the ghosts' actions as if it were a spectacle.

She wasn't wearing a mask. In fact, neither the ferryman bartender of the Forgetfulness Hall nor the male bartender of the Other Shore Hall participated in the event; they were bar employees, and at this moment, they were more like judges exercising their supervisory powers.

They wouldn't favor either side, and even if they witnessed the diviner killing a ghost, they wouldn't reveal the diviner's information to the ghosts.

The purpose of this activity is to have fun, not to kill. Otherwise, the foreman wouldn't need to hire live people as waiters; he could just lure them in and kill them, which would be much easier.

There's a saying that goes, "The joys and sorrows of ghosts are not the same."

The DJ yawned: The guests were running around excitedly, but all I found them noisy.

Even if it's pleasing to the eye to see living people trembling among ghosts, only to be discovered in despair and devoured, you'll get tired of it if you see it every day.

She propped her cheek up on her hand, inexplicably wanting to see the dramatic turn of events that would ultimately lead to the survivors.

She knew that the owner, She Qing, didn't care who won; he only cared about how well the bar did.

The vending machine was within her sight. Since many of the customers were regulars, they knew very well how tempting the vending machine was for the living—even though they didn't know what was sold inside, every time there was a party, there would be people who risked being discovered to buy things from the vending machine.

These are probably things that are very important to the living; in any case, they were all prepared by the owner of the Sheqing Bar, who rarely shows his face.

Many ghosts deliberately pass by it, secretly glancing in that direction, just to keep an eye out for any living servants approaching.

The DJ yawned again.

Oh my god, this is so boring.

Just then, the ghosts began to stir.

The DJ followed the commotion and looked over, his eyes lighting up.

Two ghosts, one red and one black, walked over from the Forgetfulness Hall, exuding a powerful aura. The red ghost was carrying a white robe in its hand.

Everyone knows what this outfit signifies—a white-shirt Ghost has vanished into thin air!

"Whose friend is this?" The Yellow Springs Disco Hall is full of ghosts, in circles, which are terrifying to look at.

The ghost's clothes had a unique aura. Yu Xing raised his white robe and asked loudly, feeling that it resembled a lost and found office worker.

After the event started, the ghosts in the three halls ran around everywhere. In order to prevent the guests who had ordered drinks before from recognizing his voice, he specially used his voice-altering ability to change the resonance ratio and change his tone of voice to make his voice sound completely different from before.

The red-clad ghost came to ask questions, and the lower-ranking ghosts were hesitant to answer.

After a moment of silence, two white-shirt Ghost rushed forward, neither daring to offend the red-clad figure nor showing any urgency. "Yes, they are our friends!"

Yu Xing tossed the white-robed figure to them, her tone tinged with displeasure. "At least Group One of servants was in the Forgetfulness Hall. They killed this white-robed figure; they were quite arrogant."

The ghosts immediately began to whisper among themselves.

"How arrogant! Daring to kill a ghost in front of the woman in red!"

"Wait, killing the man in white so quietly, the waiter tonight seems to have some skill; he won't be left to be slaughtered by ghosts."

"I'm just a discouraged Ghost. What if things go wrong? Does anyone know who killed the white-shirt Ghost? I'm not looking for him anymore. I'm looking for five other people."

"I think you're a complete idiot. Your brains probably flew off when you died, right? If any ghost knew who did it, it would have devoured that person long ago. How could it be your turn?"

Yu Xing listened for a while, then gestured for them to be quiet. "I think that waiter might have been disguised as Black Shadow. That's not enough for me to search for. Anyone interested in a living Black Shadow can go and try."

The tone was condescending, yet it did not provoke any dissatisfaction from the ghosts, since the red-clad figure had absolute control over them.

Apart from the two dead white-shirt Ghost's friends, the other ghosts cheered and rushed towards the Forgetfulness Hall.

"Find the waiter!"

"Let them be terrified, hahahaha..."

The DJ looked on with interest as he gazed at the red-clad figure and the Black Shadow emerging from the Forgetfulness Hall.

The people around us today are actually more interesting than before.