Huoye, Madam Went To the Sky Bridge Again To Set Up a Stall

  Chapter 963 Bloodmarks of hands and feet appeared on the wall, piled up into mountains of puppets

  A Feng was still holding the device in his hand tightly before he fell.

   After he stabilized his body, cold sweat broke out all over his body.

   thought with lingering fears, if he really broke the company's equipment, he couldn't afford it at all.

  Ming Zhenghao's mobile phone lighting pointed directly at A Feng's face, and his tone was a little anxious: "What do you think!"

  A Feng hugged the device in his arms and said with a face after the catastrophe: "I don't know what's going on, I feel that something is pulling me behind me."

   He looked back, there was only trash on the steps behind him, and no one could be seen.

   But he just felt clearly that something was dragging his neck back.

   When Ming Zhenghao heard what he said, he mistakenly thought it was for the live broadcast effect, patted him on the shoulder, and reassured: "It's okay, we are young people of the new generation, and we cannot be defeated by evil spirits!"

   Ah Feng didn't think too much, hugged the camera and nodded dully.

"what!!"

   Just then, there was a scream from upstairs.

   Ah Feng and Ming Zhenghao looked at each other, not only not nervous, but also looking forward to it.

   One of them carried the equipment, the other held the lamp and rushed upstairs.

   The message in the live broadcast room that was still full of doubts exploded again when the screams sounded, and they all expressed their expectations for the next adventure.

  Ming Zhenghao and Ah Feng didn't pay attention to the comment area, and they knew how lively the live broadcast room was when they screamed just now.

   Qin Ruan walked slowly behind them, cleaning up the puppets lying on the stairs from time to time.

   If Ming Zhenghao, A Feng and those in the live broadcast room can open their eyes, they will see that this hospital is full of dead souls.

   Their bodies are mutilated, their eyes are dull and absent-minded, they are standing or lying down, and some are still writhing on the ground in embarrassment.

  When Qin Ruan went upstairs, there were shadows of dead souls on every step he stepped on.

   They are like dolls that have lost their souls, staying where they died before they were alive.

   Countless souls filled the entire staircase, almost piling up into a hill, which also caused Qin Ruan to collect the puppet slowly.

   Wherever she passed, golden light flashed, and countless dead souls were gathered.

  In the dark night, only relying on the mobile phone to illuminate, you can't see the scenery around a few meters away, and there is a horrifying rustling sound in the dark.

   Qin Ruan looked cold and turned a deaf ear.

   Ming Zhenghao and Ah Feng stood on the left hand side of the second floor, in front of the door of the first room in the corridor.

  The camera was aimed at the room and kept dangling, and they made a lot of noise.

   "Did the family see it? Did you see it?" Ming Zhenghao's panicked voice sounded in the corridor: "A puppet flashed by just now, tell me if you saw it?"

   His voice could be heard echoing at the end of the corridor.

   Qin Ruan folded her arms and wanted to lean on the wall behind her. Looking back, she saw a blue and white puppet face.

   is a puppet with white eyes and a thick black mist permeating his body.

  It was wearing a striped sick suit, and those terrifying white eyes stared straight at her.

   Qin Ruan sighed softly, raised his hand and took it away, preparing to gather all the dead souls who could be reincarnated, and hand them over to the messenger of the underworld to take away together.

   "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" screamed.

   "There really is a puppet! Hello! What are you doing? Today we broke into the puppet's nest!"

  Ming Zhenghao created a terrifying atmosphere, and Ah Feng kept shaking the camera with the help of the terrifying atmosphere he mobilized.

   Qin Ruan's delicate face was as gloomy as water, and he watched them die with cold eyes.

   was obviously a funny scene, but she couldn't laugh because she clearly saw several evil puppet souls approaching them.

   As for the puppet that Ming Zhenghao and Ah Feng caused a stunt, Qin Ruan didn't know whether it was true or not, but only knew that if they didn't escape, blood would be splattered on the spot tonight.

   The evil spirits in this place cannibalize human flesh and blood, and they are evil puppets that chew even bones and swallow them in their stomachs.

   Ming Zhenghao interacted with the fans for a while, and after a wave of gifts and encouragement, he walked into the room with the lamp in his hand as if he were dying.

  A Feng followed closely behind him, trying his best to capture Ming Zhenghao and the surrounding scenery in the lens.

   They stepped on the messy ground, and the strange sound of foreign objects pressing on them sounded in the quiet room.

  The atmosphere in the dark room is very creepy, there are messy garbage everywhere, and there are some weird graffiti on the walls.

  The camera zoomed in close, only to find that those messy graffiti were all drawn in red as blood.

   Ming Zhenghao and Ah Feng couldn't help but feel distraught when they saw such a scene, and a chill ran up their backs.

  A Feng gasped and asked fearfully, "It's scary! There's no real puppet, right?"

  Ming Zhenghao wanted to cry without tears, and said tremblingly: "A Feng, don't talk nonsense!"

   When the two were talking, another black shadow flashed across the camera, this time it was very close to Ah Feng and Ming Zhenghao.

   It flashed very quickly against the lens.

"Grass!"

   "What are you playing?!"

   Ah Feng and Ming Zhenghao saw it, and exclaimed at the same time, almost crying when they heard the sound.

   The more afraid they are, the more emotional the people in the live broadcast room are.

   "Woooooo..." Immediately afterwards, a horrific cry sounded.

  A Feng almost immediately aimed the camera at the corner of the room, and accurately captured the dark shadow there, the shadow trembled slightly, and a low whimper sounded from his mouth.

  Ming Zhenghao rushed forward a few steps and appeared in the camera at the same time as the shadow.

   Seeing the 'puppet' in the corner clearly, he was so frightened that he threw out the phone in his hand, and shouted loudly: "Wocao! There really is a puppet!"

   He howled, turned and rushed out the door.

   As for what he threw out of his hand, it looked like a mobile phone, but it was actually a mobile phone case.

   It was lying silently on the ground with a thick layer of soil.

  A Feng turned around and shot Ming Zhenghao's escape into the camera.

   Looking at the embarrassed figure he fled, A Feng showed a smile on his face.

   However, the smile on his face slowly subsided in the next second, and his face gradually became stiff.

  A Feng clearly saw a series of red bloodstains on the wall that was captured by the camera.

   He opened his eyes slightly, and carefully observed those red hand and foot prints, which were crawling along the wall to the door of the room through the tracking of the camera.

   When Ming Zhenghao was about to rush out of the door, there was a loud bang.

  The old wooden door was slammed shut by an invisible force.

  Ming Zhenghao didn't know anything about the appearance of the unknown thing, thinking it was the wind that blew the door, and reached out to touch the doorknob, but his hand felt sticky.

   He withdrew his hand in a trance, and looked down, there was black sticky blood on his hand, and the stench came from his nostrils.

   Ming Zhenghao originally pretended to be frightened and looked dazed. He remembered that he did not arrange this in advance.

  A Feng stared at the camera closely, and could see clearly what was standing in front of Ming Zhenghao, his face was pale with fright, and sweat came out on his forehead.

   Not to mention him, even the audience in the live broadcast room became quiet in an instant, and the comment area was very clean.

   (end of this chapter)