Feng Chen held his mobile phone in his hand and turned on the weak light. When the person on the other side saw the light, he screamed and ran over, "Brother Chen, run quickly...!!"
Feng Chen was shocked.
He didn't know what happened, but he saw the staff wearing white blouses without wigs running over, as well as the photographer behind him.
The photographer's hands were empty. The camera had been thrown away just when it had captured Master Wang and the shadow on his back.
But this scene was recorded by the assistant's mobile phone and broadcast simultaneously to the live broadcast room.
In fact, Zhu Xiaoqing and others did not want to run towards Chi Zao and Feng Chen.
They wanted to go downstairs and leave.
The live broadcast has been ruined, and they have really messed up. They have no mind to think about anything else at the moment, they just want to get out of here quickly.
However.
When they ran to the stairs to go downstairs, they found that the stairs had disappeared. There was no entrance or exit.
There was darkness all around, and they...were trapped in this long corridor.
Then, Master Wang, whom they had left behind with a scream, chased after them.
Looking back, I can still vaguely see the blurry but eye-catching outline on his back!
"Ah, what is this! Help me get it down quickly!" Master Wang shouted as he ran over. Where is the immortal spirit from just now? It's unfathomable.
Is this the master?
Zhu Xiaoqing broke down and screamed, "Don't come here! Don't bring it here! Get out of here! I'll give you money, double the money this time, get out of here, get out of here!!"
Zhu Xiaoqing never wanted to think about the touch on her thigh just now, that cold, sticky, inexplicable nausea and scalp-numbing feeling.
Only she knew clearly that those hands were definitely not human hands.
It wasn't a prank played by someone next to her, or someone else's way of scaring her.
But the real...
Hands like those of a dead man.
There is no warmth or anger at all.
She was so scared that she lost her mind.
But Master Wang is almost losing his mind.
There was something lying on his back, its hair hanging down to his chest, its head resting lifelessly on his shoulder, and he could even feel the thing's sinister breath hitting the blood vessels in his neck.
However.
He couldn't feel any weight on his back.
If...if he hadn't tilted his head and lowered his eyes, he could have seen the head.
If he hadn't turned around because of his own misfortune when running just now, he would have met her empty, dark eyes without pupils...
Before today, Master Wang had never believed that there were ghosts in the world.
Today, he believed it.
Xin fell to the ground.
Here, Feng Chen was already confused.
He shook his hands and pressed the headphones hidden under his hair, "Director! Director! Angkor!!"
No one paid any attention to him.
He tried to turn on his mobile phone to make a call again, but...
"No signal?!"
Panic and fear filled my heart.
With a bang, Master Wang tripped over his long hair and fell hard to the ground.
A basketful of low-quality copper coins and talismans fell out of his pocket like a mockery of his fake master.
His neck was cold, as if his hair was tangled, and he couldn't speak.
He gradually felt that it was difficult to breathe, and his face turned pale, "Help, help..."
A pair of black boots suddenly appeared in front of me.
Master Wang raised his head with difficulty and despair, and met the lavender eyes on the mask under the brim of the hat.
He was stunned.
Then I saw her reaching out, and her hands were tightly wrapped. The black velvet gloves on her hands had a mysterious, noble and quiet feel.
It was these hands that deviated from his field of vision and held his shoulders.
Also at this moment.
The lights in the corridor made a "sizzling" sound, and the lights flickered on and off, flashing non-stop. It was exactly the same as the classic plot in a ghost movie.
She stood under the flickering light, dressed in black, like a ghost coming from hell.
"The air of resentment is condensed in your body. I know that it is not your intention to hurt others, but only with kind thoughts in your heart can you not be polluted by the turbid air of the world. Listen to me and leave. Otherwise, I will make your souls fly away."
Her voice was hoarse and low, but slow and leisurely.
After speaking, she patted him lightly on the shoulder.
The next second, the invisible restraints on his body disappeared, the restraint on his neck disappeared, and his breathing suddenly became smoother!
The whole person feels relaxed as never before.
But Master Wang didn't move.
Instead, he stayed still.
Watching Chi Zao retract the hands that made him feel alive again, what flashed through his mind was his contempt and disdain for her from the moment they met tonight to just now.
He opened his mouth with difficulty, "You..."
She was condescending and looked indifferently, "Do you know why you are its target?"
"Their obsessions turn into evil ghosts, and they can only do anything they want to do if they take on a human body. The more miscellaneous desires they have, and the more likely they are to be chosen, the more likely they are to be chosen."
Her voice was low and hoarse, and the meaning in her tone was elusive.
"Master Wang, please take good care of it."
She gently raised her hand and made a waving gesture.
In the back, Feng Chen and others were stunned.
Assistant Feng Chen held up his phone stiffly and took pictures of everything that just happened.
In the video, when she patted Master Wang's shoulder and waved her hand, there seemed to be a wave of mist. The gray outline on Master Wang's shoulder and back was right under everyone's noses. The color became lighter and lighter, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
With a "pop", all the lights in the villa lit up from inside to outside.
In an instant, everything became bright.
Chi Zao turned around.
The camera was pointed right at her.
However, the mask was tightly covered and the brim of the hat was set low enough, so her face was not exposed at all.
Zhu Xiaoqing cried and rushed directly in front of Chi Zao, almost kneeling down, "Master! Save me!"
Chi Zao: "???"
Zhu Xiaoqing trembled and pointed at her thigh, "I was touched by that one... There was a lot of blood on its hands, and there was a lot of blood on my legs..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Zhu Xiaoqing looked at the three black finger prints on her exposed thigh and her eyes widened in horror.
There is no blood.
But at that time, she clearly saw that it was a gray bloody hand, and it felt sticky when she touched it, as if the blood was on her leg.
At this moment, the lights were turned on, and three black fingerprints were clearly visible on her legs...
Chi Zao was a little surprised to hear this.
She didn't know what happened to them, and of course she didn't know that Zhu Xiaoqing was touched...
She frowned slightly, thinking that she didn't seem to be a pervert. Then she took out a charm from her pocket and stuck it on.
This talisman is of course different from the talisman that Master Wang took out before.
As soon as the fu came up, Zhu Xiaoqing felt a warmth on her legs, which drove away the cold and sticky feeling from the previous touch.
She watched in shock, and then thought about Master Wang dancing around just now. She turned around to look, only to find that Master Wang had taken the opportunity to run away without knowing when.
All that was left on the ground were the low-quality fakes he had just thrown out.
The talisman was attached for three seconds and then torn off by Chi Zao.
Miraculously, the fingerprints on her legs disappeared in just a moment.
Zhu Xiaoqing was stunned and asked pitifully, "Master...can't you give this...to me? I, I'm too scared..."
"cannot."
"Master..." Zhu Xiaoqing bit her lip and prayed.
Chi Zao glanced at her and said, "If you want it, buy it."
