I asked you to save the villain, not to take him as your wife!

Not only Yan Yun and Song Jibai felt strange, the plastic model was also stunned.

It was just a procedural question, and I really didn't expect Shen Yuan to respond.

"Why...are you all silent?" Shen Yuan felt somewhat embarrassed when he saw that no one responded.

"Three of you, my master invites you." The plastic model spoke after Shen Yuan finished speaking, completely ignoring Shen Yuan's previous question.

"Who is your master?" Shen Yuan asked cautiously.

This plastic model was weird enough, but now it seems like just a small minion in the haunted mall.

"The master is, the master." The plastic model spoke in a rather intermittent voice, as if the machine was stuck.

It’s also very trendy to play with some nonsense literature.

In this day and age, is being a ghost also so up-to-date?

Of course, this idea was just a joke. Shen Yuan could see that this plastic model was not playing tricks on him, but really believed that the master was the master.

He turned around and looked at Yan Yun and the fetus, with a smile showing all eight teeth on his face, and asked in a somewhat unclear voice: "Did you see?"

"I'll listen to you." Yan Yun said expressionlessly.

Song Jibai, the ghost fetus: "Yes, it's reasonable to come to someone's territory and meet the owner."

Shen Yuan felt that what he said made sense.

Immediately, he turned his head and said to the plastic model with a smile: "Please lead the way."

The plastic model didn't say anything, just turned stiffly and walked towards the escalator.

Behind them, Shen Yuan and the other two looked at each other and followed.

After walking a few steps up the escalator, Shen Yuan frowned slightly.

He takes the escalator less frequently, and most of the time, he takes the elevator.

But Shen Yuan still knew what it felt like to step on the escalator.

But at this moment, the escalator under my feet did not feel like an escalator at all, but rather like stepping on soft flesh and blood.

There was a strong smell of blood lingering in the nose.

It must be said that Shen Yuan was panicking.

Although his mind doesn't seem to be quite normal, he seems to have never lost his composure since he came into this world.

But that was all because Yan Yun was with me and we were in Yan Yun's territory in the school.

Now he was in a strange place and was about to meet a strange ghost. If it weren't for the strange plastic model in front of him who looked very polite, Shen Yuan would have to consider how to escape.

Come to think of it, this should be attributed to the MAX friendliness.

So far, it seems that the thing he calls a system in his mind is quite useful.

After changing escalators several times, Shen Yuan and the other two followed the plastic model to the eighth floor of the mall.

At first glance, the eighth floor should be the clothing area.

Strictly speaking, it should be the women's clothing area.

The shops around are all women's clothing stores, and there are varying numbers of plastic models standing in each shop window.

These models are all female, all lack facial features, and all wear red clothes.

The only difference is probably that the red of the clothes comes in different shades.

But these are not the most important things. The most important thing is that after reaching the eighth floor, the plastic model leading the way suddenly stopped moving.

It stood in the middle of the corridor on the eighth floor, motionless, as if it had become completely dead.

"Um, aren't you going to take us to meet your master?" Shen Yuan asked with some confusion, standing next to the plastic model.

I'm in a haunted mall, and the guide's computer suddenly crashes. What should I do? Waiting online, it's urgent!

In response to Shen Yuan’s question, the plastic model simply had no response.

Shen Yuan asked a few more questions, but the result was the same.

The plastic model didn't jump up and hit him, but at the same time, it didn't say anything or move.

"Hey, don't ask anymore." Behind him, the ghost fetus Song Jibai spoke.

Shen Yuan turned around and looked at it: "Do you know what's going on?"

"I probably know." Song Jibai, the ghost fetus, said modestly.

Shen Yuan gave it a look that said, "Tell me about it."

"I know a little about this shopping mall. The owner of the women's clothing area on the eighth floor is said to be the boss of a women's clothing store. But if you want to see her, you have to find her yourself." Song Jibai said.

After saying that, it suddenly smiled and said, "Of course, I must remind you that, as far as I know, whoever finds her will die."

Shen Yuan opened his mouth and then closed it.

If he understood correctly, it meant that if he wanted to see the owner of the eighth floor, he had to find him, and if he found him, he would die.

Can he simply call this seeking death?

After digesting it for a moment, Shen Yuan said, "Then why not just disappear."

"I'm afraid not." Yan Yun said.

Shen Yuan's eyelids twitched slightly.

"Look." Yan Yun raised his hand and pointed behind him.

Shen Yuan looked in the direction of Yan Yun's finger, and suddenly felt his eyelids twitching faster.

Behind them, the original escalator had disappeared, leaving behind a large gap.

Shen Yuan's dark eyes turned directly to the unborn baby.

He now reasonably suspected that this guy might be in cahoots with the ghosts in the haunted mall?

The purpose is to lure him and Yan Yun up and kill them.

That’s what Shen Yuan thought.

After all, from all aspects, this possibility is very small.

"Don't worry. No one forces us to look for it. Why don't we find a place to rest? There will be something interesting to watch later." Song Jibai, the ghost fetus, said in a relaxed tone.

"Good show?" Shen Yuan became interested.

Yan Yun's eyes turned slightly, as if he had thought of something.

But he didn't say anything, just pursed his lips in silence.

"It is indeed a good show." Mingtai nodded seriously, but never said what kind of good show it was.

Shen Yuan hinted many times, and his whole body revealed that he wanted to know, but Mingtai just wouldn't say anything.

Just when Shen Yuan was about to ask directly, Ming Tai spoke first: "Your good friend also knows."

Shen Yuan took a moment to react before he was sure that the "good friend" that the ghost fetus was talking about was Yan Yun.

Immediately, Shen Yuan turned his head and looked at Yan Yun, with a strong desire for knowledge revealed on his face.

Yan Yun gave the ghost fetus a cold look, obviously quite dissatisfied with its behavior.

He naturally knew what the "good show" in Mingtai's mouth meant.

But for him, this was not a good show.

On the contrary, if possible, he would not want to see this so-called "good show" at all.

But when he turned around and met Shen Yuan's eyes full of expectation and curiosity, he sighed.

"Don't listen to it, it's not a good show." Yan Yun said seriously.

Seeing this, Shen Yuan quickly straightened his posture, but was still curious: "What will happen then?"

Yan Yun's blood-red but clear eyes suddenly dimmed.

"A tragedy, a tragedy repeated countless times." Yan Yun's voice was very light.

Perhaps for bystanders, what happens next is a grotesque and bloody visual feast.

But as a party to another tragedy, Yan Yun could only feel sympathy for his fellow human beings.

He also knew that Song Jibai's tone was just relaxed and he didn't mean to be disrespectful.

Otherwise, he should beat it.