I like money, but God likes me

Seeing them fleeing, Su Yue looked at the fragment in confusion. The look on the other person's face was no different from before, and she didn't know what the two were afraid of just now.

"What tickets do you want to buy?"

After hearing the ticket buyer's inquiry, Su Yue scanned the list handed over to her. It all looked scary and fun.

She originally wanted to hear what Shard would choose, but who knew that Shard gave the choice to herself.

"what do you want to play?"

Su Yue didn't intend to be polite to her. Since she wanted to play, she must play the most terrifying one.

Before I came here, I wanted to see what the other party looked like when he was scared, but now that he was so familiar with the other party's business, he might have been playing until he vomited before, so there was probably no hope of seeing the other party look like he was scared.

But she thought of another strategy. Since she couldn't scare the other person, it was okay to scare herself to the point of making the other person feel distressed.

In short, the ultimate goal is to capture this fragment.

So she pointed her finger at Villa Horror without hesitation.

"Just play with this."

Yan Lianqing didn't understand this very well. When the screenwriter chose this, she nodded in agreement.

There are also requirements for entering the haunted house here. Only ten people can enter each haunted house at a time.

There happened to be only two people missing from the team. After they arrived, the staff signaled that they could enter the haunted house.

Su Yue kept holding Fragment's hand and didn't dare to let go, trying to look like she was a little scared.

Of course the female president noticed her emotions, but she didn't quite understand what there was to be afraid of now.

Nothing has happened yet, why are you scared?

But she didn't say this out loud, and patted the back of the other person's hand very calmly.

"It's okay, I'm here."

This sentence is simply full of security, and this is what Su Yue wants.

After all, it was a newly formed team. As soon as everyone entered, they immediately dispersed and took action.

The sky outside hasn't gotten dark yet, but I don't know if it's because of the atmosphere or the shade. In short, everyone feels that it's a bit cold here.

The two held hands and came to the second floor. The wall at the corner of the stairs on the second floor was made up of floor-to-ceiling windows, and the scenery outside could be clearly seen.

The area that can be seen from the window happens to be a park. The scenery there is still very good. Coupled with the sun gradually setting in the west, it is a good scene.

At this moment, they all heard the crisp sound of wind chimes.

His eyes moved slightly upward and he found a wind chime made of glass hanging above the floor-to-ceiling window. This wind chime was very exquisite and seemed to be quite expensive.

But the floor-to-ceiling windows are all closed now, and these floor-to-ceiling windows cannot be opened. How can it make a sound when there is no wind?

It's really scary to think about it. Su Yue also didn't expect that the haunted house here would have such a weird style.

It is completely different from the type of haunted house I played in before.

There is nothing scary about it, but it still makes people feel scared and nervous.

Su Yue knew that now was the time for her to show off, so she quickly shrank her body into Shark's arms.

"Lianqing, I'm scared."

The female president was holding the person and observing the wind chime. She didn't believe in the existence of ghosts, it must have been the work of the staff.

The sun shone in through the glass, and a silk thread connected to the top of the wind chime showed its figure in the sun for a moment, but it was quickly hidden again.

If you don't look carefully, you won't be able to see anything at all, and you will be as frightened and at a loss as the screenwriter.

After understanding the reason, Yan Lianqing did not directly explain this to the people in her arms. After all, it was a rare opportunity for the screenwriter to throw herself into his arms, so she would certainly not choose to refuse.