"ah!!!"

The green and white ghost was cold and damp, as if it had been fished out of the deep sea. Fu Qi was held by the wrist by it, and he could no longer suppress the collapse and fear in his heart.

He shook off the ghost, as if he was throwing away the most terrifying memories. The door to the study room was locked before he knew it. He screamed and kicked aside the swollen bouquet, and curled up on the locked window sill.

under.

He is the CEO, he is not in a desperate situation, he has workers to exploit!

The bouquet in the middle of the road was still bulging. There seemed to be a ghost stretching out of the wrapping paper, and the paper made a squelching sound when it was rubbed. Fu saw one, two... He called the security guard in unison.

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"Come to the study room right now!" As soon as the call was connected, Fu waited for the person on the phone to speak and was already giving instructions hysterically - just like he usually gave instructions to every secretary, every security guard, and every employee.

What he did was, "I said come now, right away, within two minutes, and you are waiting to be fired..."

There was no human voice on the phone, only the tingling sound of electricity and the whistling sea breeze. Finally, when the green and twisted human body broke out of the bouquet, Fu heard a sharp and vicious laughter in unison.

The laughter did not come from the microphone, but from behind him!

"I'm here!" The ghost lying behind Mr. Fu faithfully carried out Mr. Fu's order.

Fu Qisheng:......

Fu Qisheng, who was greatly stimulated, rolled his eyes and finally collapsed against the wall.

...Ancestors! Yes, ancestors! There is an ancestral hall with tablets in the Fu family’s old house!

Even if he had been reborn once, Fu Qisheng had never believed in superstition in the past. Otherwise, he would never have been bold enough to use his ancestors to make up stories about vampires to chase people. After this moment, how many times did he

In the convulsions near coma, I finally saw the glimmer of hope.

Even if he died and was nailed in the coffin, he would crawl to the ancestral hall in a coma to seek the protection of his ancestors!

This was Fu Qisheng's last thought. He bit his arm, tried hard to wake up, and struggled to climb to the ancestral hall.

…

The Fu family's mansion was in chaos. Screams, cries, and the sound of people running and pushing each other echoed throughout the corridor.

The ghosts and monsters attracted by the soul-calling array are wandering around Fu's house. These ghosts were originally wandering souls in the wilderness. Now entering Fu's house is like entering a happy hometown.

There are enough people in Fu's house, and people's fears are delicious. Fear will increase the power of ghosts. The fear coming from Mr. Fu is undoubtedly the biggest nourishment that makes them stronger.

Perhaps it’s because the reborn male protagonist of the Crematorium Chasing His Wife has incredible luck. Mr. Fu’s scream broke through the defense and released a lot of energy. He not only benefited the ghosts in Fu’s house, but also benefited all the people within a hundred miles.

Lonely souls and wild ghosts flocked to the mansion one after another. They came from all directions and swarmed into this foreign-style building with great joy. They feasted on these fearful emotions while chasing and intercepting the fleeing crowd.

This is Mr. Fu’s crematorium, and it’s also a self-service BBQ for ghosts and monsters!

The fleeing crowd included several celebrities, as well as several innocent photographers who were involved in the incident and were sent by the program crew to repair equipment or shoot additional behind-the-scenes shots. They were holding their own equipment or cleaning tools in each corridor.

, running around in terror in every corner.

"The eyes of the people in this portrait move!"

"I kicked something...help me! It's a human head! It's biting my trouser leg!"

"I'll hit its head with a vase to save you...wait, why is there a person shrinking in this vase??"

"There was a female ghost in white chasing me just now...huh? Why is there a track here?"

A logistics girl who was originally escaping stopped and looked at the foot of the wall in confusion - behind the raised wallpaper, a track used to transport ghosts was clearly visible.

"Don't worry about this, run!" someone screamed.

The girl temporarily forgot about the useful track and followed it.

The ghosts in Fu's house are either real or fake. The fake ones were concocted by Fu Qisheng's team, and the real ones were introduced by Yi Wan. But at this moment, the real and fake were mixed together, and the crowd in great panic could not tell the difference.

So this night turned into an even bigger feast of terror.

The female writer huddled in the corner, covering her head and screaming. She was sleeping when the incident occurred. As the only spiritual power holder among the three "metaphysics masters", she was affected and saw far more than the two bluffing and deceiving people.

There are far more scammers out there.

Therefore, ghosts also like to come looking for them. For example, when passing by the wall just now, the person on the mural stretched out his hand and almost pulled him into the ghost painting. The female writer twisted her ankle during the struggle and could only huddle at the foot of the wall in horror.

"Why are there so many ghosts in the Fu family?!" the female writer thought desperately, "Those who drowned, those who were beheaded and hacked to death, those who starved to death in the woods, and three of them quarreled in the ancestral hall... This one

How many people died in the House of Sin!!"

The female writer knew that most of these ghosts were wild ghosts attracted by the array, and thought that most of them were native ghosts in this land. When a white shadow passed by, the female writer subconsciously began to scream.

It was then that I heard Yi Wan's voice.

"Everyone, get up and come with me to the Fu family's ancestral hall on the second floor." Yi Wan's voice was clear and calm, but it had convincing power. "It should be the safest place in this foreign-style building."

The female writer didn't realize Yi Wan's existence until this moment. It must be said that during this whole day's trip, Yi Wan had no sense of existence.

But when a crisis occurred, he was the first to stand up. He was much faster than the awesome and coaxing Master Wang, and much braver than the elegant Fu Qisheng.

Pass……

"Go to the ancestral hall? Are there ghosts in the ancestral hall?" the female writer said tremblingly, "There are so many ghosts along the way, how can there be more ghosts in the ancestral hall? This is the place with the most ghosts in the entire Fu family.

…”

How did the female writer know that these ghosts were caused by Yi Wan herself? Yi Wan said: "It doesn't matter, everything is on a first-come, first-served basis. And..."

"Mr. Fu is a descendant of the Fu family. The souls in the ancestral hall will definitely protect him... I think Fu Qisheng should also have thought of this."

Some beautiful scenes where evil is rewarded always require an audience...or a group of viewers.

Yi Wan's eyelashes trembled when she said this.

The magnificent Fu House during the day became another stage at night. Thousands of transparent silk threads were intertwined and intertwined in the mansion. And he was like a patient and ordinary director, stirring the threads,

Let everyone go where he needs to go.

He stretched out his hand to help the female writer up. The female writer was very grateful and said to him: "Thank you."

"It's okay." Yi Wan said.

Zhao Ge also followed Yi Wan and the female writer running in the corridor on the second floor. He came out of the room late, so he didn't see the drowned ghost lying on the carpet, so he was filled with anxiety and confusion.

The anxiety comes from Fu Qisheng's acting skills and the disappearance. The confusion is easier to understand.

"Where did Mr. Fu get so many 'realistic' props?"

While passing through the corridor, I bumped into someone with a header. When I stretched the ball and swung it away, I also felt the smooth feeling coming from my fingertips. It felt like artificial leather or silicone, but like the skin of another human being.

…Can current technology really achieve this level of bionics?

Zhao Ge had a vague premonition of something auspicious. As a cautious person, he always carried Fu Qisheng and a copy of the signed contract with him. He secretly touched the paper in the inner pocket of his clothes, trying to give himself a boost.

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The four of them went downstairs in a grand manner. During the process, Yi Wan even picked up An Yelin who was originally in the room. Zhao Ge was surprised to find that after knowing that Fu Zhai was just haunted, An Yelin's originally pale face

His complexion actually improved a lot. He followed a few people and ran to the ancestral hall for refuge.

Traveling with them was a staff member in charge of photography. The 1.9-meter-tall man was so frightened by the ghost that he burst into tears and shivered with the female writer behind Yi Wan.

"So there is really a ghost in this house?!" the staff member in charge of photography said on the verge of tears, "If I had known, I would have come..."

"I have long said that there are really ghosts here! It's just that there are more ghosts here than I thought..." the female writer said weakly, and was frightened by the black shadow flashing past the window.

Screaming and sliding backwards, Yi Wan held on to let him stand firm. This scene was faithfully recorded by the camera hidden in the room.

The staff did not see ghosts through the surveillance video. They could only see empty corridors, floating shadows, and the figures of celebrities and other staff members running away.

"Holy shit, is this house really haunted?"

"Something's wrong now!"

"What should we do? Should we take care of it?"

"Keep it, keep it, this is the effect of the program. True stories and real reactions are the best effect of the program!" The chief director of "Science War" patted his thigh and said, "With so many cameras watching, there will be people on the spot.

Go! As long as no one goes, we dare to take pictures of anything!"

But after making this decision, he still turned around and exchanged opinions with Yu Rongshi sitting next to him. After all, Yu Rongshi was the link between this program and the official organization...

Chief Director:??

The chair belonging to Yu Rongshi was empty. Where were the people?

The opportunity will come again. Since Yu Rongshi is here, the chief director will follow his own plan. He is familiar with the traffic password. Although he dares to enter the house, he still skillfully arranges the staff to "operate" the camera.

Record every scene in the villa.

"...In this section, the female writer and several staff members are screaming. Cut it out and use it as a comparison group!"

"Ding Biehan walked through this corridor and dodged several picture frames that suddenly fell down. He was in good shape...cut it out too! He seemed to be walking towards the ancestral hall too?"

"In the face of fear, the most authentic reaction is the real traffic password. Where else can you see such a lively scene except in our variety shows? Go ahead, take pictures, take pictures, and get bonuses after the filming is completed!"

The staff who were originally a little flustered seemed to have received reassurance. While they sympathized with their other colleagues who had entered the mansion, they began to work in an orderly manner.

"Has anyone seen Zhao Ge?"

"With Yi Wan."
To be continued...