Screenwriter Mystery

Inside the basement.

The flying head descended so loomingly several times before it stabilized again.

It shook its only remaining head and looked at Ah Hao in front of him, with a look of fear in its blood-red eyes.

Then, he turned his head and flew out of the basement.

Seeing the flying head descending into a phantom and flying away easily through the wall of the basement, Ah Hao couldn't help frowning.

He lost his goal. In theory, the real person Lu who was on him should leave. However, if no one thought to send the immortal spell, the immortal would not leave the body on his own initiative, so after hesitating for a while, Ah Hao grabbed the one in his hand. 'Bujian' began to chase in the direction that Feitoujiang left.

...

"Oops, what's wrong with Ah Hao?!"

In the corridor, Lin Jiuying looked at the red rope that lost its support and was easily pulled over. Instead of the slightest joy, the expression on her face became a little dignified.

Looking down at the red thread wrapped around her fingers, Lin Jiuying looked worried.

He could feel that it wasn't that he broke the head-turning technique by the head-turner, but that the other party took the initiative to cut off the head-turning technique.

And the reason why the head-turner himself would rather endure the backlash of breaking the head-turning head, and must do so, is naturally only the head-turner himself who is hiding in the dark encounters a dangerous situation.

As the saying goes, the rabbit will bite people in a hurry, not to mention that the other party is a powerful head-turning master who practices the head-turning technique.

Lin Jiuying was worried that his half-baked apprentice Ahao would be in danger.

Thinking of this, Lin Jiuying no longer hesitated, chanted a spell with her fingers, and chased after the compass in her heart.

...

"Master, why don't we go directly from the base."

"The people in this show group are all lunatics, and they don't care about our life or death at all. Why should we continue to stay in the concentration camp and wait to die in this case?"

In the corridor on the second floor of the No. 17 concentration camp, several rescued challengers followed behind Azan and swept the surroundings with fearful expressions.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he cautiously approached Azan, and Ake proposed in a trembling voice.

After what happened just now, these challengers have long lost the idea of ​​competing for the five million prize money, and the only thing they want to do at this moment is to leave this ghost place in front of them.

After all, with all the previous experiences, everyone is very clear.

For them, haunted places are not just adjectives, but really haunted places.

"Yes, Master."

"Please, Master, take us out of here."

"I don't want to die yet, Master."

"I beg you, Master, as long as you take me out, I will become a monk immediately."

As soon as Ake's voice fell, he immediately attracted the unanimous approval of everyone around him.

Apparently, he wasn't the only one who thought so, the surviving challengers all had the same idea.

If they had known, the so-called "Challenge Ghost Night" was really going to hell, even if the five million prize money was sent to them, they would not have come to participate.

"..."

In the face of the challengers' pleas, Azan's expression did not change in the slightest, and he still silently folded his hands and recited the scriptures.

Seeing Azan's expression of silence, the challengers looked at each other, the expressions on their faces were a little helpless, but they didn't dare to show too much dissatisfaction.

Because they know very well that the reason why everyone can survive now is thanks to Azan's action, otherwise they would have already died when they encountered the wronged souls of prisoners in the concentration camp.

In this way, he followed Azan's footsteps in panic and walked for a few minutes.

"Wait a minute, there seems to be someone ahead?"

Suddenly, someone among the challengers spoke up and shouted.

"Human, are you sure it's a person?"

Hearing the voice, the surviving challenger not only did not show any happy expression, but instead showed a vigilant color.

After all, right now, there are more ghosts in the camp than the surviving challengers.

"It should be... a human, right?"

Faced with doubts, the challenger who spoke at first also became a little hesitant.

"I remember her, talking to her on the boat when we were filming."

Looking at the vague figure not far away, the challenger who spoke up tried his best to recall.

"Last night, it seemed that she was the one who fainted. At that time, the master explained that it was because of the possession of a ghost, but..."

Having said that, the challenger could not bear to glance at Azan in front of him with a guilty conscience. In fact, last night, Azan once persuaded everyone to leave by saying that the concentration camp was haunted, but at that time, they were all dazed by the five million bonuses given by the program team, and they didn't believe everything the other party said.

When I reacted now, I regretted that I wanted to leave, but it was too late.

"It was her."

"Listening to what you said, I remembered that her name seems to be Xing...well or something."

"That's right, it's her..."

"I didn't see her when I woke up in the morning. I thought she had quit the show, but I didn't expect she was still in the concentration camp."

In the reminder of the challenger, the rest of the people gradually recalled what happened last night.

Behind them, the challengers figured out the identity of the figure in front of them in twos and threes.

Azan, who was standing at the front, looked at Xing En in the distance, but felt a little bit of unease in his heart.

"Run away, Master..."

"Dangerous, dangerous!!"

"Be careful, it's not Xing En!"

If, at this moment, everyone can see the content in the live broadcast room.

Then it will definitely be issued, and the message boards are densely packed with warnings and urgings to them.

Under such circumstances, Xing En, who was far away, stepped forward and approached the crowd.

And as she walked in, the rustling discussion among the challengers stopped abruptly, as if being strangled by the neck.

I saw ~www.readwn.com~ Xing En came out of the shadows, except for the bloodless face on the neck, the whole body was only pale bones, and in front of her empty chest, she looked like The ferocious head is constantly shuttled over Xing En's skeleton, gnawing at the blood foam remaining on the bones.

In front of him, such a terrifying scene, even the challengers who have already encountered the wronged soul in the concentration camp, are a little unbearable. After all, this scene is too challenging to the limit of human physiology.

Even, many challengers could not help but vomit.

Compared with the panicked challenger behind him, the expression on Azan's face was also not optimistic.

"Flying head down."

Silently staring at the head that shuttled around Xing En's body, Azan had already recognized that the other party was the flying head descender cultivated by the head descender.

However, there was a faint light on the surface of the head in front of him, a looming head.

But it is very different from the flying head landing that Azan used to know.