The scumbag's little ancestor hasn't fallen off the horse

Chapter 270 Going to a Haunted House? ? ?

"It varies from person to person." Fu Xiuyao said calmly, pointing to the young couple not far away, "Look, that pair is different."

Fu Feihua looked in the direction of the finger, also comforting, the girl looked calm and gentle, the boy's face was pale and in a trance.

When the young couple passed by them, she heard the girl keep saying, "It's okay, I'm here."

Feng Zhiting looked at the way this young couple got along, and it seemed that they were not bad.

Fu Feihua was stunned, "It turns out it can still be like this."

"If you don't dare to go, we won't go."

"Of course!" Fu Feihua quickly took Fu Xiuyao's hand and led her to the entrance, and walked inside after registering.

The more you walk in, the more dim the light, the corridor looks like a realistic cave, the sound of dripping water can be heard from time to time in the quiet cave, the air is humid, making it uncomfortable to breathe.

Tick, tick.

Fu Xiuyao felt water droplets falling on the top of his head, and wiped it with the back of his hand in discomfort.

"what!"

Fu Feihua screamed suddenly, lowered her head quickly, and tightly pulled Fu Xiuyao's sleeve.

"Don't look overhead, sister."

Fu Xiuyao just looked up, of course she knew that the dripping water was for people to look up, and was scared because they had no psychological defense.

Entering a haunted house with caution will inevitably reduce the sense of fear, but a good haunted house designer will naturally find ways to design traps from unexpected places.

On the top of the cave is a human head with wide-eyed eyes, a wide open mouth, and sharp fangs, and the falling water comes out of the gaps between the teeth.

Feng Zhiting also looked up and saw that Fu Xiuyao was so calm, as if he was appreciating a work, without any sense of fear.

The next second, she jumped up, just enough to reach her fangs, and a piece of water splashed down, splashing her shoes.

"What's the matter?" Fu Feihua gradually got used to the terrifying head, puzzled by Fu Xiuyao's actions.

Fu Xiuyao looked at his hands, which were still stained with water, "I just think this person's head is a bit faded, look, the water still has color."

Fu Feihua looked at the "fading" head in amazement, how did my sister see the fading in this dim place?
"Inferior product." After Fu Xiuyao finished speaking, he signaled Fu Feihua to move on, "Let's go."

"it is good."

Her calmness made Feng Zhiting useless, what should he do to achieve the desired effect?

The journey did not end after they got out of the cave. They entered a castle-like place, which was the realistic castle they saw outside.

Moss is growing on the wall, and the wall is mottled, as if there is a rancid smell permeating the tip of the nose.

The sound of the simulated wind was rushing, followed by the sound of thunder and thunder, and the sound of lightning strikes suddenly appeared in the room. The light in the room suddenly lit up, and a giant ancient clock opened its shell like a book in front of it, revealing a person who was taller than them. The electric light shone right on him, half shadow and half bright.

Fu Feihua quickly closed her eyes, held Fu Xiuyao's arm tightly, and said tremblingly, "I dare not look at it."

Fu Xiuyao admired it with great interest, and before the lid was closed, he stepped forward to observe this "person".

"This is the image of a vampire, with pale skin, red eyes, red lips and fangs, and a nice hairstyle, but it doesn't match the shape of her face." After she finished her evaluation, she glanced at Feng Zhiting behind her, "What do you think?"

Seeing her take the initiative to talk to him, Feng Zhiting kicked aside the mummy who had just popped up suddenly and had the power supply broken by his foot, and looked up and down at the vampire inside the ancient clock, with two eyes, a nose and a mouth, nothing worth admiring .

"Not bad, the material is OK, and it won't fade." He commented.

Fu Feihua didn't feel so scared when she was told that. The standard for co-authoring and evaluating these ghosts is not to lose color?
　The content is not scary at all, the reviewer is merciful.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)