I saw her dress and suddenly realized: "Are you the female student who was hit by a tram?"

The female student nodded: "Yes, it's me. If it weren't for me... there wouldn't be so many tragedies."

"What the hell is going on?" I didn't have time to listen to her complaining, and interrupted her anxiously.

The female student said, "I encountered an accident after taking the photo, and then became a lonely ghost. Later, I learned that my family was bewitched by the White Lotus Sect because of my death. After burning the photo studio, I was very uneasy and wanted to come here to atone for my sins. Mr. Steve is actually a good person. After his family died, he was stimulated to return to France, and this place became a ruin. Unexpectedly, a few years later, Mr. Steve actually came back. This time he changed his name, and it seemed like he had changed his personal life, very gloomy and weird."

"Later, Mr. Steve continued to take photos for people here. At that time, people had gradually begun to accept new things like photography. Steve rebuilt the photo studio while taking photos, but this time, he changed completely. Didn't people say that his photos would bring bad luck? Wouldn't those who took photos die? Because ignorance killed his family, he wanted to make all these people's words. Every time he took a photo, he would kill the person involved, and then build the other party's body on the wall. As more and more people killed, the photo studio was also built soon. Mr. Steve was completely crazy at that time. When he was dying, he spent a lot of money to ask someone to build an exclusive camera for him. The craftsman he invited polished a camera with his bones and his skin, which was... the one in your hand!"

As soon as she finished speaking, I almost threw out the camera in my hand. No wonder this camera is so cruel. Anyone who has taken photos will die. It turns out that there is Steve's overwhelming hatred.

At this moment, I felt my palm warm, and when I looked down, the camera lens was actually oozing out bright red blood.

The heat of blood burned my skin, making me unable to help throwing the camera on the ground. With a click, the camera actually pressed the shutter by itself. Fortunately, I was quick and quick. As soon as the click sounded, I had already turned over neatly and jumped behind the camera.

I grabbed the camera again and found that there was a new film inside at some point. If it was photographed just now, would something happen to me?

The camera didn't take a picture of me, and the whole room changed. With the crackling sound, countless pairs of shriveled fingers stretched out from the wall. They crawled out with great force, and the rustling sound made my scalp numb.

I realized that things were not good and was hesitating how to escape. I saw a dazzling white light appearing in front of me. Leng Rushuang and the man in sunglasses appeared again to save me from danger.

When I woke up, I found myself lying in the hotel. Leng Rushuang asked me nervously: "How are you? Are you okay?"

I smiled bitterly at her: "I finally have a fortune teller and I'm not dead yet."

I told Leng Rushuang the whole story. Leng Rushuang suddenly realized and looked at the camera and said in surprise: "It turns out it is carved from human bones. No wonder the first time I got it, I felt that the leather on it was very delicate, it turned out to be human skin!"

After being together for so long, it is impossible to say that there is no love.

I said half-jokingly: "Then I will be bullied from now on, so Grandpa Leng can't stand by and watch."

Leng Rushuang laughed and hooked me up, diluting a lot of sorrow of separation: "I swear in the name of the patriarch that from today on, Zhang Dazhang will be the closest ally of the Leng family in Tianshan. Wherever there are useful things, the Leng family's masters will definitely go all out and do their best!"

I was in Hangzhou and Leng Rushuang, the man in sunglasses, and set off on his way back to Wuhan.
Chapter completed!