After escaping from the women's locker room, Mo Xiaofeng followed Ye Wen closely like a follower, and several people walked towards the exit along the way they came.

"Ye Wen, thank you for saving us just now. I will never compete with you for first place in the next exam."

Ye Wen hummed and said, "You couldn't beat me."

"you……"

Mo Xiaofeng wanted to argue, but Ye Wen was telling the truth, so he had nothing to say.

Tian Zhuangzhuang, who was following behind, said depressedly: "You two top students should stop discussing rankings in front of me, a bad student. Besides, don't you think this corridor is a bit strange?"

"Strange?" Mo Xiaofeng turned back to look at Tian Zhuangzhuang in confusion.

Tian Zhuangzhuang nodded: "We didn't walk for such a long time when we came in. Logically speaking, we should have reached the gate long ago."

Hearing what Tian Zhuangzhuang said, Mo Xiaofeng also realized that they did not travel such a long way when they came.

In fact, Ye Wen had discovered this a long time ago, but she didn't say it because she was afraid of scaring Mo Xiaofeng and Tian Zhuangzhuang.

But now that these two people have discovered it, there is no need for her to hide it anymore.

"There is indeed something wrong with this corridor. You two should follow closely and don't get separated."

Mo Xiaofeng nodded, and then pressed against Ye Wen's back as tightly as Tian Zhuangzhuang pressed against him at the beginning.

"I asked you to follow me closer, but I didn't ask you to stick to me." Ye Wen reminded with disgust.

"Oh, sorry!"

Mo Xiaofeng also realized that he seemed to be a little too close. He quickly took a step back and asked, "Why are you so brave? Aren't you afraid?"

Ye Wen originally wanted to say, "I'm a ghost too, what's there to be afraid of?", but felt that this answer might cause harm to the mental health of Mo Xiaofeng and Tian Zhuangzhuang.

So she made up a reason: "My brother opened a script killing parlor, and I often go there. The scenes there are much scarier than here. You can also take your friends to play there in the future."

"Okay, I will definitely bring my friends."

Although he said so, what Mo Xiaofeng was thinking in his heart was: Is it scarier than here? Only people with mental illness would go there to play!

Several people continued walking along the corridor, and after turning a corner, they finally saw the door.

But this is not an exit, but the door leading to the theater.

Because the original fire had burned the theater door to ashes, you could see the inside of the theater without going in.

The theater was very spacious, but all the seats were burned away, leaving only an empty space full of debris.

Mo Xiaofeng's face turned pale and he said, "We were clearly going out, why did we end up in the theater?"

"Yeah, it's too weird. Let's go back quickly!" Tian Zhuangzhuang also agreed.

"It's useless. Even if we go back now, we will probably end up back here. Look, there is a door opposite the theater. I think we should try that way."

Mo Xiaofeng pointed at the theater with a trembling finger and said, "You mean... go through the theater?"

"Yes!" Ye Wen nodded.

"In that fire, the most people were burned to death in the theater. There must be a lot of ghosts inside. I suggest we try another way." Mo Xiaofeng was very resistant to entering the theater.

Ye Wen asked: "If there is only one ghost, can you beat it?"

Mo Xiaofeng shook his head desperately: "Of course I can't beat him, how could I possibly beat a ghost!"

Ye Wen spread her hands: "Look, you can't defeat one ghost anyway, so what's the difference between one ghost and a group of ghosts?"

"this……"

Mo Xiaofeng always felt that there was something wrong with what Ye Wen said, but he couldn't find a reason to refute it.

Moreover, Ye Wen walked directly into the theater after finishing speaking, so he and Tian Zhuangzhuang had no choice but to follow them.

The door on the other side of the theater was directly opposite, so the three people walked directly through the theater towards the door.

But halfway through, Mo Xiaofeng suddenly looked around nervously and asked, "Who is singing?"

Tian Zhuangzhuang, who was following him, then said: "Warming the loneliness?"

"Are you sick?" Mo Xiaofeng turned around and looked at Tian Zhuangzhuang with strange eyes.

"Ah? Don't you sing because you are afraid?"

"I mean I heard someone singing, but it wasn't me!"

"Oh, that's it." Tian Zhuangzhuang scratched his head in embarrassment. Suddenly, his expression was startled, "Wait a minute, I think I heard singing too, it seems to be from..."

The three people turned their attention to the stage in front of the theater, and they suddenly discovered that there were several white figures shaking there.

As the singing became louder and louder, the white figures became clearer and clearer.

"Hey! Can you guys sit down? You're blocking us."

Mo Xiaofeng suddenly felt someone patting him from behind. When he looked back, he found that rows of seats had appeared in the theater out of nowhere.

The person who photographed him was sitting on the seat in the row behind him.

At this time, they were standing in the middle of the theater, with people sitting on the seats in front, back, left and right, and next to them, there were still three empty seats.

Mo Xiaofeng was frightened to tears by this strange scene, and Tian Zhuangzhuang was so frightened that he almost peed his pants.

Ye Wen quickly pulled them both to their seats, and then whispered: "Sit down first and then talk!"

At this time, the figure on the stage had become very clear. It was a young girl singing, and there were several backup dancers around her. The audience in the theater would applaud from time to time.

Tian Zhuangzhuang, who was sitting on the edge, turned his head cautiously and secretly looked at the person sitting next to him.

This person looks young and wears a pair of glasses. He should be a college student. There is nothing wrong with him from his appearance.

As if he noticed that Tian Zhuangzhuang was looking at him, he slowly turned his head. When he saw his whole face, Tian Zhuangzhuang jumped up from his seat in fright.

There was indeed nothing wrong with the right half of his face, but the left half of his face was burned to charcoal just like the ghosts in the corridor.

And because the two faces on the left and right form a sharp contrast, he looks scarier than the ghosts in the corridor.

Tian Zhuangzhuang jumped up from his seat. He felt that his pants were already wet, but he had no intention of caring about his pants.

Because he found that the singers and backup dancers on the stage had stopped and were staring directly at him.

At the same time, the entire audience in the theater also turned their heads to him, and their cold gazes were like knives nailed to his body.

This is the first time since childhood that Tian Zhuangzhuang has received so much attention.
Chapter completed!