Screenwriter Mystery

Chapter 413: figure

"People come to separate the paper, and ghosts come to the mountains. Thousands of evil can't get it out, and Wanxie can't get rid of them. It's as fast as the law!"

Seeing this figure suddenly appearing in the lounge, Lin Jiuying's face did not change in the slightest.

He whispered a spell in his mouth and waved at the figure in the lounge.

Following Lin Jiuying's action, the figure stopped his steps, looked up at Lin Jiuying with a malicious look, and then disappeared into the shadows.

"..."

Looking at the direction where the figure disappeared, Lin Jiuying retracted her fingers, frowning and a dignified look flashed in her eyes.

What he just cast was the anti-ghost spell in Maoshan Taoism. Ordinary ghosts have no resistance at all when facing this spell, and the ghost in front of him, the anti-ghost spell only blocked its footsteps, but It did not cause more serious harm to it, obviously this is not an ordinary grievance.

In the lounge, Lin Jiuying instantly eliminated a crisis with lightning speed.

However, in the screen of the monitor, only the movement of reaching out his hand while chanting words alone was recorded.

Therefore, not many people care about the situation on Lin Jiuying's side.

Because of his identity, Lin Jiuying's popularity among challengers is not high, and his attention is also the last.

"I don't live in a good place, but I live in a dead man's prison."

Carrying the bag into his lounge, Ah Hao looked at the simple layout of the room, especially the wooden bed covered with only the old quilt. Thinking of the broadcast content translated by Azan, he shook his head and turned to the table on the other side. go.

He didn't go to sleep in this bed, who knows if anyone died in this bed.

No, if the "Night of the Ghosts" program team is right, people have died everywhere in the concentration camp, and this place is simply a big ghost's nest.

When he thought that he would spend the next three days with these ghosts, Ah Hao couldn't help but feel shabby.

He walked to the table, threw the bag in his hand on the table, then turned over and lay down on the bag.

He would rather sleep on this table than the bed that looks problematic.

And just when Ah Hao was lying on the table, closing his eyes and resting.

A figure in old clothes with scars all over his body appeared beside him.

Because he didn't open his eyes, Ah Hao didn't notice the figure that was so close to him.

Seeing that, the figure was getting closer and closer to him, and he even started to reach out to grab his arm. Suddenly, Ah Hao, who was lying on the table, twisted his body uncomfortably. The red belly pocket inside accidentally showed a corner.

Immediately afterwards, a faint red light flashed on the exposed red belly pocket, and it shone on the figure, causing it to stop the scarred arm that he stretched out and retract it again.

"Namo Tasa, Pakawado, Allahado, Sangma, Sabuta Yuansa..."

In the empty lounge, Azan sat on the bed, reciting scriptures.

At the same time, a woman with scars appeared beside him, watching Azan.

"..."

Azan seemed to be aware of the woman who appeared beside him.

However, he didn't react, and continued to recite the scriptures in his mouth silently, and the woman sitting beside him watched him silently.

...

"what!"

In the empty and silent concentration camp, a scream suddenly sounded.

Hearing this voice, Ake opened the door of his lounge and glanced outside.

And just as he opened the door, he saw another challenger standing outside, seemingly attracted by the screams.

In Ake's eyes, he clearly saw that behind the challenger stood a figure who was obviously different from them.

Seemingly aware of Ake's gaze, the figure slowly turned his head and looked at him with a face full of resentment and scars, staring at him from a distance.

Being watched by this face, Ake's face couldn't help showing a look of horror.

Quickly closed the door.

Bang!

Hearing the sound of the door closing not far away, the challenger turned his head to look, but everything in front of him was empty.

"Don't think that you can win by playing such a small trick."

Complaining in her mouth, the female challenger named Xing En walked through the empty concentration camp with a flashlight and returned to her cell.