Chapter 68

  Nothing will happen.

  Because Arin is there.

  Many waiting audiences stood at the entrance of the cinema at night. The wall was covered with promotional posters for various domestic blockbusters.

  As time passed, the couple finally walked hand in hand into the cinema. It was almost 9:30 and there were fewer people at the entrance of the cinema. As soon as the taxi stopped, Huajie jumped out of the car and ran to her boyfriend who had been waiting for a long time at the entrance of the cinema.

  "Sorry, Mao Mao, I'm late."

  She apologized hastily to her boyfriend who had a sullen face. Her boyfriend tapped the surface of his watch with his finger, "The movie has started! Not watching it!"

  Boyfriend made a gesture to leave, Huā Qí Zhēn immediately hugged his arm and said in a soft voice: "Don't be like this, I'm late just to put on makeup for you. Oh, don't be angry."

  Her boyfriend was coaxed by her and turned from gloomy to sunny, and he dotingly touched the tip of her nose, saying: "If there's a next time, I'll really get angry."

  "Alright, alright, I promise there won't be a next time."

  Huā Qí Zhēn immediately burst out laughing and walked into the cinema with her boyfriend.

  Tonight's screening is a domestically produced blockbuster that has been heavily hyped. The male lead in the movie is a traitor, while the female lead is a patriotic youth. The oily and powdered man and the delicate and affected woman spout a bunch of boring lines, with a dull and stagnant plot that only comes to life when the man and woman take off their clothes and roll around in bed, at which point the audience in the theater becomes excited and cheers like a group of hungry animals waiting for **.

  Just as the male and female leads were getting into it, the movie screen suddenly inserted a segment of advertisements. This abruptly cut off the audience's emotions that had just begun to build up. The entire theater was immediately filled with dissatisfied hisses and curses.

  "Wow! Your cinema is making a fortune from selling ads!"

  Her boyfriend stood up and scolded the window in the back, then sat down with a hum. He immediately saw that Hua Qizhen was beside him, like an asthma patient, pressing her short neck tightly with both hands, staring at the advertisement on the movie screen with wide eyes. Her enchanting face looked exceptionally terrifying under the pale fluorescent light.

  "Zhenzhen, what's wrong?" her boyfriend asked, puzzled, and pushed her gently. She didn't respond, her body stiffened, stretching out her neck like a silly goose, staring blankly at the advertisements on the movie screen.

  It was an inexplicable old advertisement. My boyfriend found it strange that the cinema would play such a boring ad. The ad only had a group of kids playing train games in the woods. Rumble, rumble. My boyfriend glanced at it for a few seconds, thought it was uninteresting, and simply lowered his head to play mobile games.

  As he leaned over, he heard a shrill scream from the seat next to him. His girlfriend jumped up from her seat in a panic and ran towards the exit. The boyfriend looked at Hua Qizhen, who was fleeing in a hurry, thinking that she had probably seen a terrifying and disgusting scene, but when he turned his head back, he saw that the movie was still playing the ** scene of the male and female leads.

  The second man thought for a moment and decided to watch this most wonderful scene before chasing after him.

  Hua Qizhen rushed out of the cinema entrance. She panted heavily, and the cold sweat dissolved the thick makeup on her face, making it look like a clown's. But she didn't care about that, her mind was still replaying the images she had just seen.

  In that ad, the little kid walking at the back of the group, wearing a yellow raincoat, suddenly turned around and pointed at her coldly.

  It was just a brief moment. The other audience in the cinema did not notice, as if only she saw it. So, she was painfully judging whether this was an illusion or not.

  However, the more she thought about it, the more frightened she became. The child in the yellow raincoat also appeared in the DV that day. Although Du Jiajun insisted that Youyou was behind it, Hua Qizhen only remembered now that this child had also appeared in the ghost advertisement.

  Yes, it's a ghost ad!

  Hua Qizhen thought of this, her heart suddenly throbbed, and she felt like she had contracted typhoid fever in her brain, with the virus bacteria rampaging through her nerve cells. As for the cursed advertisement, she actually knew more details about how that little kid died, as well as the tragic fate of those kids and staff who filmed that commercial...

  That's right, the name of the dead little girl seems to be Ailian.

  Thick yin energy surged wildly on the cold and deserted streets. The sky was filled with a chilling aura, black night and fragmented moonlight, buried together in constant fermentation. The bus stop signs by the road, the shapes of buildings, all sank into the pitch-black darkness.

  Hua Qizhen stood at the entrance of the cinema, holding onto the railing and looking around in all directions. The streets on both sides were empty, with heavy black shadows floating around in the darkness, like ghosts. She felt a sense of horror as if she was in a dark underworld.

  The deserted streets were almost maddening. Hu Qi thought of something and quickly took out her phone to send a text message to Du Jiajun.

  "I know who Arin is now."

  The phone screen immediately displayed the words "message sent".

  Hua Qizhen had just hung up her phone when a large pile of white, strip-shaped paper suddenly fell from above. She looked down in confusion and found that it wasn't paper, but underworld money. She was so frightened that she quickly brushed off the spirit money stuck to her body and hastily ran out of the cinema entrance.

  She hadn't walked far when she saw white flower wreaths, paper effigies and blazing incense burners on the street ahead. The ground was littered with scattered paper money. She seemed to smell the scent of death, burning in the air, a pungent odor that choked her throat, almost making a voice burst out. But it was forcibly suppressed, with all her might.

  She hastily made her way through the wreaths and paper offerings, catching a glimpse of the deceased's name on one of the wreaths.

  This glimpse made her experience the most dismal fear of her life.

  The name of the deceased on the wreath was actually - Huā Qí Zhēn!

  Is it her?

  Tonight is her death anniversary?!

  No, no... just a coincidence! Hu Qi Zhen's face turned pale as she shook her head vigorously, desperately trying to convince herself that there were many coincidences in the world. Having the same name and surname was quite common too...

  However, terror spread like ripples on this extremely quiet and desolate street.