My Corpse is Bohemian

"Chris, what's wrong with you?" Pete, who had regained his senses, saw Chris screaming while banging on the door frantically, and ran over quickly.

"Ah ah ah ah..." Chris struggled in horror in his arms.

"Chrissy, it's me, Pete!" Pete hugged her tightly, soothing her.

"Pete?" Chris slowly calmed down, looked at him cautiously, and then jumped into his arms and cried loudly, "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" ."

"Haha, Chris, you're too timid, aren't you?" Durery scoffed, "Just letting you stay in the toilet for 3 minutes scared you into this."

Chris asked back with tears in her eyes, "Don't you remember what you were like just now?"

Durery, Pate, Taimi, Qian Zhi: "???"

Didn't they just watch the live broadcast? What is it like to watch live?

Chris didn't explain, looked up at Pete, and said pitifully, "Pete, let's get out of here first, it's really scary here."

"Well, I also don't think it's normal here." An Bu agreed.

Hearing An Bu's voice, Chris shivered abruptly, looked back at her in fright, and then quickly retracted her gaze. She was scared out of her mind by An Bu, even if she wasn't a ghost, she couldn't look directly at her anymore.

Pete and the others glanced at each other for unknown reasons.

Qian Zhi hesitantly said, "You won't play the game at the beginning? Will the netizens in the live broadcast room have any opinions?"

"We are not professional anchors, and this live broadcast is just a temporary idea." Chris insisted, "No matter what you think, I will not continue playing anyway."

Saying that, she pushed Peet away and reached out to pull the door, but she didn't expect it to open smoothly this time. With a surprised look on her face, she took a step and was about to go out. Petra stopped her: "Don't worry, let's discuss it again."

"I want to discuss your discussion. I'll pack my luggage." Chris shook off his hand and walked out without looking back.

"What the **** is there in the world?" Durery continued to mock, "I think she was just frightening herself."

An Bu said again: "I suggest you check your mobile phones first, and then discuss whether there are ghosts in the world."

After finishing speaking, she also took Jian Ningxuan out, but she didn't go far, she just stopped the evil at the door to prevent them from being entangled in death again.

After listening to her words, Pete and the others picked up their mobile phones one after another, turned on the screen, and found that the main screen had suddenly turned into a video page, the camera was facing them, and there were dozens of newly recorded videos in the folder.

Looking at the recording time of the video, it was four or five minutes when Chris went to the toilet.

Just click on one, and a ghastly green face suddenly appeared on the screen, his eyes were blank, and he showed a strange smile at the camera.

I go, what the **** is this? !

One video is only 4 seconds long, and then the second one is played, which is still a 4-second funny video, the third, fourth, fifth... 44 videos, 44 faces, densely covered with folders.

Durery: "!"

Pete: "!!"

Taimi: "!!!"

Qian Zhi: "!!!"

The cold wind whistled outside the window, and the slightest chill ran up their backs. In the darkness, it seemed that something bound their hands and feet, preventing them from moving.

Two minutes later, the four of them escaped from the haunted house with pale faces, ran to their tents, and quickly packed up and left.

An Bu glanced at him and found that the dead aura on Chriss and Duilly gradually faded, and when they packed their bags and prepared to go down the mountain, the dead aura completely disappeared.

Before she could check the anger value she had obtained this time, she soon discovered that a new sign of death appeared on Qian Zhi, and the time of death was within three minutes.

Life filled her eyes, and pictures suddenly flashed. She "saw" Qian Zhi following a few people, hurried down the mountain, accidentally slashed her foot, fell to the ground, and slammed her face into the roots of a tree on the ground. , a truncated wood was inserted straight into the left eye, pierced through the brain, and died on the spot.

The image disappeared, and when An Bu came back to his senses, those people had already run a hundred meters.

"Mr. Jian, pack your things first, and I'll be back when I go." An Bu greeted them and chased after the group like a gust of wind.

Jian Ningxuan: "..." Wouldn't his conscience hurt if he left him alone on the mountain?

Qian Zhi followed closely behind Peite and the others, and did not dare to pause at all. What he encountered just now completely refreshed his worldview, and he would never dare to go to the haunted house to die in the future. Just thinking about those 44 videos made him panic.

When he was in a trance, his feet swayed, his body lost his balance, and the whole person rushed forward, and immediately saw a sharp broken piece of wood constantly expanding in front of his eyes, and it would be inserted into his eyes in the next second.

Qian Zhi had only one thought at this time: It's over!

He closed his eyes subconsciously and waited resignedly to be stabbed blind. Who knew that his body suddenly stopped in mid-air, and the expected pain did not come.

Qian Zhi slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was a broken piece of wood that was no more than 2 centimeters away from him. The tip of the wood was directly facing his left eye.

"Fortunately, I arrived in time." A familiar voice came from behind, pulling Qian Zhi back from his panic.

Only then did he realize that a force grabbed his backpack and made him stop in mid-air to avoid being inserted.

Turning back, a bloodless face came into his eyes.

An Bu casually straightened him, watching the deadness on his body fade a little bit, and was satisfied.

"Thank you." Qian Zhi said thankfully with lingering fears.

"Be careful going down the mountain, don't be too hasty." An Bu reminded.

"Okay, thank you, thank you." He answered again and again.

"Go back and tell some of your friends, go shopping in lively places for more than two days, and don't play any **** games in the future."

"Okay, okay."

"Okay, let's go down the mountain." An Bu turned and walked towards the mountain, but he disappeared into the darkness for a moment.

Qian Zhi looked a little dazed, recalling what happened before, and suddenly found a problem. This girl named Anbu seemed to be calm from beginning to end. When they were playing the game, there was a ghost among them, and An Bu was the first to discover and remind them. Chris was punished to go to the toilet for 3 minutes, and it was An Bu who volunteered to accompany her. The existence of the next 44 weird videos was also told to them by An Bu. In other words, she didn't lose her head like everyone else, but watched everything happen.

The more Qian Zhi thought about it, the more he felt that the girl was different, and it might not be a coincidence that she temporarily joined their team.

Oh dear Ann, you must be an angel sent by God to save them!

Qian Zhi suddenly believed in God again. (An old corpse: mmp, it is the local old corpse who saved you, what is it about God?)

Angry value 45, 33, 37~~

An old corpse returned to the haunted house happily, hugging the cat owner who was tearing down the tent happily: "Mr. Jane, field battle, about a wave?"

Jian Ningxuan: "..."

Although the proposal was very tempting, as a cat with integrity and taste, he decisively refused, and then took the dissolute **** shovel officer, went down the mountain, opened a house, and enjoyed great harmony.