Sitting back down on the blanket, Qi Gu let out a sigh like a rubber duck that had been squeezed.
Then he pulled snacks from his bag and ate and ate.
Just then, a staff member sitting nearby gazed at the moon and sighed. "I really don't have any luck getting rich. Even my windfall was only fifty yuan."
"Heavens above, this humble believer offers five years of his life in exchange for a five-hundred-thousand-yuan increase in his bank balance!" The moment he finished, the sturdy staff member in his early thirties suddenly began coughing violently.
A colleague beside him hurried to pat his back. "Are you okay?"
Before long, the staff member caught his breath and shook his head repeatedly. "I'm fine. Just choked for a second."
He looked up and met his colleague's terrified gaze. "L-Lao Li, why do you look so old? The wrinkles around your eyes are a lot deeper..."
Lao Li's expression stiffened. "What nonsense are you talking about? Haven't I always looked like this? I'm telling you, don't joke around like that. Master Qi is right here. I'm not scared of any ghosts or monsters!"
[...Holy shit, what's happening?! He really aged right before our eyes, aaaaah!]
[That's terrifying. What kind of ghost is this? Suddenly remembering all the shit I've said.]
[Good heavens, I once said this humble believer was willing to eat both meat and vegetables her whole life in exchange for an endless supply of hot guys.]
[Keep it down! Is that something to be proud of?!]
As the viewers erupted, Lao Li faced his colleague's solemn expression, which showed no hint of a joke, and took his phone out of his trouser pocket. He opened the camera—three seconds later, his eyes widened in horror.
"**Aaaaaah! Why have I really gotten