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"Help, help..."

Camp 17, near the Skull Pool.

With the sound of gunfire, the challenger who entered the skull pool fled in panic.

"...Exit, I want to quit the show, come and save me, save me!"

Covering his thigh that had been hit by the bullet, a challenger dragged his injured leg and ran limping forward against the wall. He turned his head to look at the shadow that was getting closer and closer behind him, and his face could not help showing despair. With an expression on his face, he opened his mouth and shouted for help in the direction of the monitor.

"..."

However, face the challenger's cry for help.

The broadcast in the base did not respond at all. On the other side of the "Challenge the Ghost Night" crew, the staff silently watched the scene on the monitor screen, motionless.

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Seeing that, the shadow behind him got closer and closer, and the challenger stumbled and fell to the ground.

"No, no, please let me go, I don't know anything... Really, I'm just here to participate in the show... I don't want five million, give you, give you, as long as Just let me go..."

Falling to the ground, looking at the shadow approaching behind him, the expression on the challenger's face became more and more frightened, and he cried bitterly while struggling to climb forward on the ground.

Click, click.

However, no matter how the challenger cried, the footsteps of the shadow chasing behind him did not waver in the slightest.

With monotonous footsteps, he approached little by little, passing through the shadows of the corridor, revealing a sluggish face on the monitor screen with bullet holes clearly visible on his forehead.

He walked to the challenger and stopped, his face slowly lowered his head to look at the figure struggling on the ground, opened his mouth to reveal his dark mouth, and the next second, the crisp sound of gunshots sounded again.

"what!"

As the gunshots fell, a wound on the challenger's arm suddenly appeared on it.

The wound on his arm made the expression on the challenger's face even more distorted. He struggled to get up and knelt down in front of the figure, constantly kowtowing to the other party to let him go.

However, in the face of the challenger's pleading, there was no change in the dull face. On the contrary, he slowly bent down, opened his mouth and aimed at the challenger's head, and his mouth made a clear sound of filling.

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

Seeing that, the challenger will die 'under the gun'.

The figure of Azan clasped his hands together and recited the scriptures in silence immediately appeared behind the figure.

Hearing the sound of chanting, the sluggish figure twisted his neck, turned his back 180 degrees to look at Azan behind him.

"..."

His eyes met the dull eyes of the figure, and Azan silently stretched out his palm and placed it on the bullet hole on the other's forehead.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the sluggish figure disappearing into Azan's hands motionless. He retracted his palm and looked at the blood stains on his palm. the challenger said.

"Donor, get up."

...

Here, although Azan was reminded by Lin Jiuying, he began to intentionally rescue the challengers in the concentration camp.

However, there are quite a few challengers scattered in the base, especially when the production team deliberately separated them, Azan alone obviously cannot take care of them all.

Although, he has tried his best to save everyone.

However, there are still many challengers who died in the hands of the ghosts of the concentration camps. These ghosts are constantly possessing themselves, leading the challengers to experience past deaths, shootings, hangings, fractures, burning...

With each death, there are more awakened ghosts from the death camps.

Even in the end, these ghosts have become more and more clear in the live broadcast from the original can not be seen in the surveillance video.

Looking at the ghost images in the live broadcast room, the expressions of the audience became more and more fearful, and at the same time, it also attracted more curious audiences to enter the live broadcast room of the show.

And the will of these living people is like a drop of water, which makes the sleeping ghosts in the concentration camp more active.

"what happened?"

Lin Jiuying, who was pulling the red rope, felt the changes in the concentration camp, and the expression on her face immediately became a bit dignified.

"Ahao, don't let anything happen to you."

...

"Xianhe, where are you?"

Holding a compass in one hand, he carefully followed the direction the paper crane flew past.

After a short while, Ah Hao came to a somewhat dilapidated interrogation room.

Looking at the empty surroundings, Ah Hao couldn't help swallowing and turned the compass left and right to look at the pointer that was always pointing to the interrogation room.

Looking up at the gloomy interrogation room in front of him, Ah Hao showed a frightened expression on his face. He shouted cautiously, and at the same time looked left and right, praying that he could see Zhihe's shadow elsewhere.

However, he was disappointed.

As the call fell, in the interrogation room, the paper crane made of talisman paper circled deftly, and told Ah Hao clearly that he was right and the other party was in the interrogation room.

"ok, I get it."

The last glimmer of hope in his heart was also extinguished. Ah Hao looked at Zhi He who flew into the interrogation room, took a deep breath, and gave himself a boost in his heart, and only then did he gather the courage to walk into the interrogation room.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

This interrogation room had apparently not been visited for a long time, and the room was full of dust and cobwebs.

Ahao stretched out his hand and waved away the dust in front of him, and looked at the arrangement in the interrogation room.

The room of the interrogation room is not big, but it gives people an inexplicable gloomy feeling. Standing in the interrogation room, all you can see are some torture instruments. These torture instruments have many dark black solidified objects on the surface. Foreshadows the untold history that has been experienced in the past.

There is no doubt that these torture instruments kept in the interrogation room have not been used to torture prisoners in the past.

Just looking around in the room, there is no figure of the head descendant, let alone the head descendant, there is not even a shadow of a living person here.

"You're not pointing in the wrong direction, are you, Xianhe?"

For this scene~www.readwn.com~ Ah Hao breathed a sigh of relief, whether he was disappointed or fortunate, then looked up at the paper crane hovering in the room, and couldn't help but say something.

"Oops!"

Facing the question raised by Ah Hao, Xianhe seemed to peck at his head unhappily.

Then, under Ah Hao's gaze, he flew around the interrogation room, and finally stopped at a corner that seemed inconspicuous.

"It's obviously wrong, so let's not tell anyone."

Covering his head that had been pecked by the crane, Ah Hao couldn't help but muttered something in his mouth, looked down at the direction the compass pointed, and then at the paper crane parked in the corner, and then walked over.

"This is?"

"basement!"

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