"Chris, what's wrong with you?" Pete, who had recovered his mind, saw Chris screaming while slamming the door wildly, and ran over quickly.

"Ahhhhhh..." Chris struggled in his arms in horror.

"Chris, it's me, Pete!" Pete hugged her tightly, constantly comforting her emotions.

"Pet?" Chris slowly calmed down, looked at him carefully, then threw himself into his arms and cried loudly, "Wuwuwu... there are ghosts here, let's go out quickly and stop playing any more games."

"Haha, Chris, you're too timid, right?" Dullery laughed, "Just letting you stay in the bathroom for 3 minutes will scare you like this."

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

Dullery, Pete, Taimi, Qian Zhi: "???"

Aren’t they watching the live broadcast just now? What else can they look like when watching the live broadcast?

Chris didn't explain, looked up at Pete, and said pitifully: "Pet, let's leave here first, it's really scary here."

"Well, I think it's not normal here, too." Anbu continued in agreement.

Hearing Anbu's voice, Chris shook suddenly, looked back at her in fear, and then quickly withdrew her gaze. She was scared by Anbu and was shocked. Even if she was not a ghost, she could not look directly at her anymore.

Pete and his men looked at each other inexplicably.

Qian Zhi hesitated and said, "I stopped playing the game at the beginning? Will netizens in the live broadcast room have any opinions?"

"We are not professional anchors, and this time we started the live broadcast only temporarily." Chris insisted, "No matter what you think, I won't continue playing anyway."

As she said that, she pushed Pete away and reached out to pull the door. Unexpectedly, it opened successfully this time. She looked surprised and walked out. Pete grabbed her: "Don't worry, let's discuss it again."

"I want to discuss it, I'll pack my luggage." Chris shook his hand away and walked out without looking back.

"Where is the ghost in the world?" Dullery continued to mock, "I think she is just scaring herself."

Anbu said again: "I suggest you check your phone first and then discuss whether there are ghosts in the world."

After saying that, she also pulled Jian Ningxuan out, but before she walked away, she suppressed evil spirits at the door to prevent them from being entangled with death again.

After hearing her words, Pete and others picked up their phones one after another, clicked on the screen, and found that the main screen had become a video page at some point, with the camera facing him, and dozens of the latest recorded videos were added in the folder.

The recording time for watching the video is four or five minutes after Chris goes to the bathroom.

He clicked on one casually, and a miserable green face suddenly appeared on the screen, his eyes were dull, and he showed a strange smile at the camera.

I'll go, what the hell is this?!

A video only has 4 seconds, and then the second one is played, and it is still a 4-second slight video, the third one, the fourth one, the fifth one...44 videos, 44 faces, densely covered with folders.

Dullery: "!"

Pete: "!!"

Taimi: "!!!"

Qian Zhi: "!!!"

The cold wind was howling outside the window, and a hint of coldness rushed up to the back. In the darkness, something seemed to bind their hands and feet, making them unable to move.

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

Anbu glanced at it and found that the dead aura on Chris and Dullery gradually faded. As they carried bags on their backs and prepared to go down the mountain, the dead aura completely disappeared.

Before she could check the angry value she obtained this time, she soon found that there was a new sign of death on Qian Zhi, and the death time was within three minutes.

The dead spirit filled her eyes, and the scenes suddenly flashed. She "saw" Qian Zhi following several people, rushed to the bottom of the mountain, accidentally sprained her ankle, fell to the ground, her face hit the root of a tree on the ground, and a piece of wood penetrated her left eye, pierced through her brain, and died on the spot.

The image disappeared, and when Anbu came to his senses, the people had already run out of about a hundred meters.

"Mr. Jian, pack up your things first, I'll go back." An Bu greeted and chased the people like a gust of wind.

Jian Ningxuan: "..." Will your conscience hurt if you throw him alone on the mountain?

Qian Zhi followed closely behind Pete and others, not daring to pause at all. Everything he had just encountered completely refreshed his worldview and never dared to go to the haunted house to commit suicide again. As long as he thought of those 44 videos, he felt so furious.

When he was in a daze, his feet sprained, his body lost balance, and he rushed forward. Then he saw a sharp broken wood constantly magnifying in front of his eyes, and it would penetrate into his eyes the next second.

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

Subconsciously closed his eyes and waited to be poked blindly, but 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 wood that was only 2 cm away from him. The tip of the wood was directly facing his left eye. As long as he was closer, he would be tragic.

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

Only then did he realize that a force had grabbed his backpack and stopped him in the air to avoid being inserted.

Turning back, a bloodless face came into his eyes.

Anbu straightened him straight, watching the dead aura fades a little bit, and was satisfied.

"Thank you." Qian Zhixin said thank you with lingering fear.

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

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

"Go back and tell your friends that you will go to lively places these two days and don't play any hello games in the future."

"Okay, OK."

"Okay, go down the mountain." Anbu turned around and walked up the mountain, but in a moment he disappeared into the darkness.

Qian Zhi looked a little dazed. When he recalled what happened before, he suddenly found a problem. The girl named Anbu seemed to be very calm from beginning to end. When playing the game, there was an additional ghost among them, who was first discovered and reminded by Anbu. Kris was punished to stay in the bathroom for 3 minutes, and Anbu took the initiative to ask to accompany her. The existence of the next 44 weird videos was also told by Anbu. In other words, she did not lose her mind like others, but witnessed everything happening throughout the process.

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

Oh, dear ann, you must be the angel sent by God to save them!

Qian Zhi suddenly believed in God again. (An Laozi: mmp, what saved you is the local old corpse, is it the matter of God's hair?)

Anger value 45,33,37~~

Old An returned to the haunted house happily and hugged the cat owner who was dismantling the tent happily: "Mr. Jian, fight in the field, have a chance?"

Jian Ningxuan: “…”
Chapter completed!