Zhao Yongqi, who licked his lips and had a stiff face, tried to remain calm, and gently patted Feifei's back in the gentle way possible, and said softly: "It's okay, I'm there. No matter how powerful the monsters and ghosts are, they are not as powerful as the cannibals, right?"

"Yeah!" Although it sounded very nice, the problem was that the little woman's hands were still like octopus. She walked around Zhao Yongqi's ribs and grabbed the clothes on her back tightly. Even the thorn was buried deep in his chest, and she was unwilling to leave for a moment.

With a helpless sigh, Zhao Yongqi could only raise his head and wink at Wen Chenglong. The man with the same heart nodded and walked into the dressing room that was only about ten square meters. He looked up and looked back to see if there were any suspicious items.

Feifei's scream naturally attracted the attention of others, but when he saw Zhao Yongqi here, no one dared to come out and cause trouble, but he was surrounded by a nearby voice, and he was talking in a low voice.

Qian Qiming, who was originally in the filming area, was obviously shocked by the high decibel scream. The old man over 50 years old was running out of the filming area panting. As soon as he left the door, his eyes fell on Zhao Yongqi and others, and shouted: "Little guy, what happened?"

When Qian Qiming quickly ran to the vicinity, Zhao Yongqi had not had time to speak, the little woman who had been huddling in his arms had already raised her head pitifully, with tears in her beautiful eyes. She said weakly to Qian Qiming, who had always been the one who liked him the most: "Grandpa Qian, there is a hanged ghost in that room. I just saw it as soon as I opened the door. Such a long tongue is so scary!"

"What?!" The crew members who were already gathering around and wondering what was going on were subconsciously exclaimed.

Qian Qiming didn't blame the staff either. He stepped forward and gently raised his hand to wipe away the tears from Feifei's face, and said softly: "Be good, everyone is here, nothing scary. Feifei, are you sure you didn't read it wrong before?"

"Yeah!" Nodded with certainty, Feifei's eyes finally turned to the direction of the dressing room where Wen Chenglong was carefully checking. His small body trembled obviously until Zhao Yongqi gently patted his back to comfort him. Then he swallowed and said, "Just just now, I asked the cannibals to wait for me to go back together, and I wanted to change my clothes quickly. Then, as soon as I opened the door and was about to walk in, I saw a man lowering his head, covering his face with a long head, and could only see a tongue that was half as long as he was hanging inside. Oh, he was wearing white clothes, but not the white robe of a hangman on TV, but it looked like... like... by the way, like a white coat worn by a doctor!"

After listening to Feifei's description, Zhao Yongqi's face became even more gloomy. The reason was that the hanged ghost in this description was almost exactly the same as the one Zhao Yongqi saw.

After thinking a little in his heart, Zhao Yongqi turned his gaze to the small dressing room. After thinking about it, he patted Feifei on the back and said softly: "Be good, stand here with Director Qian. I'll go in and see if someone pretends to be a ghost and scares you."

"No!" He refused without hesitation, flying like an octopus, shaking his wings from side to side, holding Zhao Yongqi's clothes tightly, but refused to leave for a moment.

Knowing that this little woman was frightened, Zhao Yongqi understood that it would be impossible to leave at this moment. He could only sigh and said, "Okay, just hold it, let's go in and see if this is OK?"

"No!" Feifei, who hid his pretty face again, said without hesitation: "Let's go back, don't be here. I won't come in the future!"

"Little guy, forget it, no matter what, the little girl is scared, you should take her back first. Here is a blockade. If you have any problems, check it slowly during the day." Qian Qiming thought about it and gave a steady suggestion.

Thinking about what Qian Qiming said makes sense, Zhao Yongqi nodded and said to the old man in front of him: "Director Qian, no matter what happens, for safety reasons, you should first let all the staff here notify you to take away valuables, and leave the others for the time being, and come to clean up tomorrow during the day. Then, everyone leaves together and notify the security outside the door, and do not enter the venue to inspect at all, so as not to have any real accidents."

"Okay." Qian Qiming didn't say anything nonsense, and immediately asked several supervisors around him to notify everyone, and also asked someone to inform the door of the security guard.

Taking advantage of the time when everyone was busy, Zhao Yongqi raised Feifei's pretty face with a smile and said half-jokingly: "You are the little fairy who has been left for a long time, are you going to wear this outfit? Where is your assistant Xiaowen?"

"Sister Wen didn't come. She asked her to record the TV she wanted to watch in the hotel." Feifei seemed to be much calmer than before, but she still refused to leave Zhao Yongqi's arms. It seemed that this was the safest place in the world. "I just wear this and go back."

"Uh, then don't you change your clothes later? Just sleep like this? If you go back to the hotel and change it alone, you won't be afraid?" Zhao Yongqi looked at the silly girl in front of him speechlessly.

Frowning with his eyebrows and thinking about it, Feifei said seriously: "When they wash their faces and remove their makeup, you just stand by and watch, and the clothes are not changed!"

"..." He stared at the serious little face speechlessly, and finally shook his head helplessly and patted her docilely. Zhao Yongqi simply looked up and walked out of the dressing room again but had obviously found nothing. He said, "Brother Long, get a bag, put all the clothes of this little fool in, and then stuff her belongings into her handbag, and let's go back together."

"Okay." Without saying a word, Wen Chenglong entered the dressing room again and stuffed all the messy things piled on the table into Feifei's handbags. After looking carefully, there was nothing left behind. Then he returned to Zhao Yongqi's side.

More than ten minutes later, nearly 400 men and women who were still working at night in the entire crew gathered together and confirmed each other. After that, no one was missing, a group of people began to move in groups, leaving the filming area first, and then divided into several waves of movement according to their own hotels.

Zhao Yongqi, Qian Qiming and others naturally walked towards the hotel where they were staying.

Along the way, although Feifei could not hug Zhao Yongqi head-on like before, he wisely stuffed his small body into his armpits, and his two jade arms were one by one to the other to protect his body, so that he could walk sideways without having to let go. This scene made the male god have no temper at all, and he could only pray that there would be no paparazzi at midnight, otherwise there would be big news tomorrow again...

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Chapter completed!