Not a Taoist priest, but Jianchun

Chang Hui and Zhang Xu came up from the gloomy basement, and saw the sunset outside, everywhere was glowing red.

The feeling of being up there should be better than being in the basement, but for some reason, seeing the glowing red outside, I shivered inexplicably.

Zhang Xun rubbed his arms, "Did it cool down? I feel a little cold." He turned around and saw the photographer following them. "Are you hot? Sweating profusely."

"I... my lens here suddenly blurred, and it was fine for a second." The photography uncle wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"we……."

"what……!"

Chang Hui looked around for a while, just like before going down, when he was about to ask if he wanted to find someone else, he heard screams from the stairs on the left.

Under the setting sun, the hall was basically in a state of darkness, and the three beams of light all shone on the stairs on the left. Except for the scream just now, it became very quiet again. There were no footsteps, voices, or shadows. I saw something abnormal.

Chang Hui felt a little excited. The world he was looking for seemed to be about to open the door in front of him. He was quite close to the left, so he didn't hesitate to go there.

"Wait a minute, that doesn't seem to be the voice of Brother Qi, nor the voice of Expert Han." Although Zhang Xun looked careless, he was actually quite careful in some respects.

The photographer hesitated for a moment, and said uncertainly: "It sounds like they are following, Xiao Wu's voice."

Chang Hui was a little impatient, "Whoever it is, you'll know if you go to see it first." As he spoke, he used a flashlight to take a picture of Zhang Xun's location, "There are so many questions..."

The reason for the light is that without a flashlight, only the outlines of the other two can be seen. Because it is a strong flashlight, it is impossible for Chang Hui to shine the flashlight on the other person's face, so he just hit his stomach with the flashlight.

Zhang Xun, illuminated by the light from the bottom up, looks a little scary, but of course it's just a trivial matter.

What made Chang Hui instantly dumbfounded was that in the astigmatism, beside Zhang Xu's head, there were two miserable white feet with black and blue toenails.

'My Ma, what the hell? "Chang Hui's dirty words came out, and at the same time, he gave a thud, his heart beat 280 immediately, without saying anything nonsense, he stepped in front of Zhang Xu in three big strides, and pulled him away from his feet.

[I rely on. 】

【What it is. 】

[Why are the feet next to the person's head. 】

[Oh my god, I was scared to death. 】

[I'm going to die, it's good to make the atmosphere, why is there a big one all of a sudden. 】

[My heartbeat can't slow down for a long time. 】

The above is the real barrage of Changhui's perspective live broadcast.

"What... why? I just told you to be careful, you don't have to pull me if you don't want to." Zhang Xun was taken aback. He didn't seem to have done anything that drove him crazy. He did it before. Why now? Suddenly go crazy.

Zhang Xun's barrage burst into laughter.

[Master Jinzhu, did you suddenly realize that the hostess you hired is hideous? 】

[The stern-faced Master Jin still looks quite handsome. 】

[The little host is in a hurry. 】

Chang Hui ignored him and pulled him back a long way before stopping.Shine a flashlight over where he was standing.

A man in old clothes, or a young man, was hanging from the retro ceiling lamp. The ceiling of the hall on the first floor is relatively high, and the man was hoisted high, with his feet hanging down at the height of his head.

"My God, what is this thing? How could someone be hanging here." The photography uncle was attracted by Chang Hui's movements, went to see what he was looking at, and ran to the two of them in fright.

Zhang Xun looked at the place illuminated by Chang Hui's light inexplicably, and then at the two people. Are they really playing tricks on him?

Chang Hui finally saw what he had been looking for, and now his mood is quite complicated.

The person hanging from the lamp, the face is distorted, the eyeballs are protruding, the tongue is sticking out, and the fingers are hanging down in the shape of claws. It is a typical hanging death.Chang Hui can guarantee that there is absolutely no such thing in the hall when they come up.

"You really didn't lie to me?" Looking at their expressions and where their eyes fell, Zhang Xu had acting skills to fool him, which is too good to be used.

"No...no, there was a hanged ghost just above your head, and Mr. Chang pulled you away to protect you." The photographer's voice was a little trembling, and he explained to Zhang Xu tremblingly.

Chang Hui glanced at him disdainfully, "It's a very boring thing to lie to you."

"I thought you were retaliating."

"Why should I retaliate against you.

"Avenge the elbow in the basement." Zhang Xu looked serious, he really thought so.

"So your elbow was intentional." Chang Hui grabbed his trick.

"It was definitely an accident, I swear." Zhang Xu raised his hand to make an oath.

Changhui perspective barrage.

[Is there something wrong. 】

[Why is it so sweet in such a terrifying atmosphere? 】

[This is an unstoppable rhythm. 】

[Are they getting further and further away from the topic? 】

[The horror, the horror just now. 】

Zhang Xun's perspective barrage.

[The bad clover has been found. 】

[I smell the stink of love. 】

[Sure enough, a place like this horror house is the easiest place to ferment love. 】

[The photographer behind the sponsor is shining. 】

"That... I'm sorry... Excuse me." The photographer who was used as the background board finally couldn't help but speak, and said in a crying voice: "That guy's eyes seem to move."

Of the two people who got off topic, one was pulled back by the uncle's crying, and the other was pulled back by the content of the uncle's words.

"Uncle, can you speak well? Your crying makes me have goosebumps."

[Although there is no snot or tears flowing, it makes me feel so uncomfortable to see a big old man babbling. 】

[What is there, why can't we see it. 】

Amidst Zhang Fa's voice, Chang Hui carefully looked at the objects in mid-air.

The protruding eyeballs did indeed move. They were looking straight ahead before, but now they looked sideways at where they were. The evil spirit in those eyes contained naked malice.

The moment Chang Hui and that eye met, he secretly thought something was going to go wrong, and sure enough, the dangling claws began to twitch in the next second.

The black and blue claws suddenly grew long, and they grabbed Chang Hui head-on.

There was a lot of screaming in the barrage, the eyeballs that rolled before had already broken through the bottom line of many people, and the ghost claws that were grabbed straight over made some people turn off the live broadcast directly. After all, most of the people watching were Qi Youyu’s fans, weren’t they Horror buffs.

Chang Hui, who reacted quickly, kicked the photographer out. Fortunately, the uncle had already put the useless camera aside, so he just fell and stood up while holding on to the railing of the stairs.

After kicking the uncle out, Chang Hui dragged Zhang Xun to run to the right. Zhang Xun couldn't see anything. He didn't know what Chang Hui was hiding on the left, right, left, and right, so he could only dodge along with him in embarrassment.

The hanged ghost also recognized people, and only chased and attacked Chang Hui. Fortunately, the hanged ghost was hanging from the ceiling lamp in the hall and seemed unable to get off.