It’s the end of the world after becoming a mountain god!

Not only them, but the barrage also had this question.

[I can understand that the program team is pursuing effects, but there is no need to do these things, right? ]

[Several stars are pretending to be good, you will definitely have a place in this year's Water Queen and Water Emperor! ]

[The program crew is playing tricks, please do not accuse the artist! ]

[With such obvious fraud, how could the production team be dumber than everyone here? There is obviously something wrong, right? ]

[Thinking back then, I was so innocent! Warm reminder: pay attention to Song Tang's expression. When she has no expression, be careful. ]

[Quick-acting heart-saving pills are on sale in the front row! Hurry and buy now! ]

A large number of comments complaining about the program production team's fraud, mixed with a few comments that seemed to be complaining and showing off, immediately attracted everyone's attention.

But these people were malicious and refused to explain, just waiting for Song Tang to use his big move.

Suddenly, the live broadcast signal was interrupted, the screen turned black, and only dense barrages of comments were scrolling rapidly.

A few seconds later, the signal was restored, and the members of the expedition team who had just been discussing heatedly were now sitting obediently on the sofa. They stared blankly at the snacks on the table, with a strange smile on their lips, as if they were really enjoying a wonderful afternoon tea.

In this situation, both the audience in the live broadcast room and the director team were terrified. No one knew what happened during the few seconds when the signal was interrupted.

Hearing the familiar sound of electric current, Director Huang felt numb all over. Could the person inside have lost contact again?

Soon he got feedback from the search team that there was no fourth floor at the Fuli Hotel! The fifth floor was after the third floor, so where did the 404 come from?

Director Huang was completely panicked. If there was no fourth floor, then which floor did the expedition group enter? Where were the people now?

The first people to notice something was wrong were Ou Qi and Bei Xing, both of whom were holding selfie sticks.

The barrage had been chatting happily, but suddenly it disappeared. Everyone could still be seen in the camera, except for the barrage, and all the buttons on the screen were instantly ineffective.

"We seem to have lost contact with the production team."

This time, the leader of the photography team personally led the team, replacing several photographers who were so scared that their legs weakened last time and fell ill when they returned. These photographers were mainly from the Ouqi group.

The photographers from the North Star group were all very excited and scared, and they were in a very strange state.

"Of course I can't get in touch with you." Song Tang pointed at the tea on the table. "I've smelled a strong aroma of black tea since I came in. I believe everyone has smelled it, right?"

"We haven't touched these things at all." Ou Qi looked at the things on the table in shock. "It's not like he got into trouble just by smelling the smell, right?"

I'm afraid that's the truth.

"You now have two options. First, wait for the production team to find someone to rescue you. Second, come with me and we'll find a way out once we eliminate the ghost master."

"Go down, where are you going?" Zong Zekai was unusually positive, looking at Song Tang with sparkling eyes, just like a middle school boy seeing his savior!

"It should be here." Lou Shao tapped the wall with his peach wood sword.

Everyone followed his gaze and saw an arched passage suddenly appearing on the originally bare wall.

The stairs meandered downwards, the passage was pitch black with only a few lights faintly on, as if it led to the eighteenth level of hell!

"Should we just wait here for rescue?" Thinking of what happened last night, Ouqi was the first to back down.

Although we couldn't see what happened in the house last night, the master who was invited by Lou Shao's program crew at a huge cost was pinned to the roof by something unknown and unable to move.

It’s easy to imagine that there must be something there, and it must be very fierce.

Ou Qi just wants to be promoted to a higher level, not to ascend to heaven!

Dou Zirui had made up his mind from the beginning to cling to Ou Qi, so naturally he stood firmly on his side and followed Ou Qi's lead.

"I'll follow Song Tang!"

"Me too!"

Several people came to Song Tang one after another. They were Beixing, Guo Zhi, Zong Zekai, Lou Shao, and the photographer in their group.

What on earth did these people experience last night? Why did they suddenly obey the orders of this man named Song Tang?

When Song Tang was exorcising the ghost last night, several people including Ou Qi kept their eyes closed because they were too scared. It was not until Song Tang told them to run fast that they supported each other and ran out.

As for why Song Tang came and why he was able to save Lou Shao, they were completely unaware.

Now looking at the reactions of several people, how can I not understand? The thigh is actually next to me!

Dou Zirui was the first to rebel. He would hug whichever leg was the thickest. Dignity was never a consideration in his mind.

In the end, the minority obeyed the majority, and Ou Qi, who didn't dare to stay there alone, followed the few people with gritted teeth.

The road going down is not wide, just enough for two people to walk side by side.

The few of them walked for a long time, about five or six floors deep, before they finally arrived at a corridor.

A melodious sound of music could be heard from afar, and it seemed as if a cheerful banquet was being held deep in the corridor.

Soon they stopped in front of a giant white arch. The sound of music from inside the door became clearer. This might be their destination.

Everyone was afraid that they would see some strange scene when they opened the door, but Song Tang did not give anyone a chance to hesitate, she pushed the door open.

The heavy door creaked open slowly. Inside was a huge European-style banquet hall. On the innermost red stage, a dozen girls in gorgeous European-style court dresses, with their white swan necks exposed, were dancing gracefully.

There is also a small symphony orchestra next to it, and the music comes from here.

There were many luxurious leather sofas of different sizes around the stage, and some successful people in suits and leather shoes of different ages were vaguely seen sitting on the sofas. Next to them, there was always one or more teenage girls or boys.

These boys and girls have very delicate looks, even more so than the celebrities in the entertainment industry present!

They are gentle, cute, classical or sunny, beautiful in their own way. Like carefully selected exquisite dolls, they obediently surround the man in the center of the sofa.

The only thing they have in common is that they are all minors.

What exactly is this place doing? How could those people who are in the entertainment industry here not know?

Several people were disgusted by the scene inside, especially when they saw many gray-haired men hugging a girl who was probably younger than their granddaughter with a look of enjoyment.

"Shameless!" As a girl, Beixing was the first one who couldn't stand it.

"Boss, I'm afraid this can't be broadcast?" A cameraman secretly proposed an idea.

The photographer's boss looked serious and said earnestly: "Record it truthfully."

Several photographers looked at each other, tacitly chose different angles, and began to record everything in front of them.

"Hehe, please come in, sir. We have been waiting for you for a long time." A few girls seemed to have just noticed them and walked over gracefully.

Each girl chose one person, hooked her fair and tender hands around their arms, and tried to pull them in.

Several young men surrounded Song Tang and Bei Xing, the only two girls present.

Knowing clearly that there was a problem, no one dared to move, even with a beautiful girl in their arms, and the fear on their faces could not be concealed at all.

As long as he thought that the people here might have been burned to death more than ten years ago, and that the people surrounding them now must not be human, the fear in his heart became even greater. His body trembled uncontrollably, and he wanted to run away.

Maybe it was because they were too obvious, but the girls' expressions became more and more stiff. Their originally fair faces began to become mottled like white wall paint peeling off.