Several MCs were very experienced in collaborative cooking, and an hour later, they started a BBQ in the castle.
Jing Jiujiu finished taking notes and was now leaning on the railing, her nose moving slightly and her eyes narrowed slightly.
The little robot asked, "Can you smell it?"
Jing Jiujiu: “I can’t smell it.”
"Then why do you smell it so seriously?"
"It's because I can't smell it that I have to try harder." Jing Jiujiu paused and murmured, "When will I be able to smell the taste of food again in my lifetime?"
The little robot was silent for a moment, as if to say that you are already dead.
"Don't you think they are disrespecting you? In a haunted castle, having a BBQ, and maybe even singing karaoke after dinner..."
"Yes, a little bit." Jing Jiujiu said.
Jing Jiujiu moved a set of tables and chairs from the small restaurant on the third floor. She placed a tablecloth, bowls, plates, knives and forks on the table, and even had a candlestick next to it.
Food soon appeared on the dishes.
It is Australian Wagyu M12 steak, properly grilled and seared, and the snacks served on the side look so exquisite.
The people downstairs started to enjoy their dinner.
Upstairs, Jing Jiujiu was also cutting the food slowly and methodically, just like what the little robot saw the day before when he was sitting on the chandelier.
The young man in front of him had received a good education, so this series of movements were pleasing to the eye.
Just as the little robot was in a daze, Jing Jiujiu put down her knife and fork.
The little robot looked at the steak on the plate and said, "You don't want to eat it?"
"They are all fake, no one would like to eat them."
The little robot froze for a moment again.
It found that it could not only not understand humans, but even ghosts could not understand it.
Why do people maintain such a high sense of ritual even after death when they are clearly unable to eat? What is the meaning
"As long as you can leave here, you can always eat food again in the future." The little robot quickly regained his sanity, "You can scare them now."
"Well, I'm waiting."
"What are you waiting for?"
"Wait until Brother Bai is alone, and scare him at this time. That's the scariest thing!"
The little robot thought about it and felt that it made sense, so he patiently waited with him.
By this time, the people downstairs had almost finished eating.
Yun Xin said, "Why do I feel like I'm getting colder the more I eat over the fire?"
Jing Jiujiu upstairs: "Yeah, if I don't help you blow some cool air, what if my house catches fire?"
Little robot: “…”
"The suitcase hasn't been moved upstairs yet, right? I'll go get you a coat." Kong Xiangqi said as she stood up.
The others also shivered unconsciously, then stood up and put on their coats. Only Bai Yuhuai was still wearing the same clothes he had worn when he got off the bus. He sat there steadily, not moving at all.
Everyone couldn't help but think of the movie for which he had just won the award.
Bai Yuhuai fights someone desperately in the movie. His white shirt is soaked. The camera zooms in, revealing the muscles underneath. It is not exaggerated, but seems to contain extremely powerful strength.
…Brother Bai must be in good health.
Everyone thought the same thing.
At this time, the program team gave the task list for the first link.
Lao Cao took it and thought: "Telling ghost stories around the fire?"
"Then let's talk. Who goes first?" "Me. I watched a lot of "Thrilling Stories" when I was a kid!" "Okay, Yu Shaoguang, you go first."
However, these people’s storytelling skills were really poor, and the ghost stories turned into jokes. For a while, the castle was filled with a happy atmosphere.
till the end.
"Brother Bai, do you want to tell me one too?"
Bai Yuhuai did not refuse. He raised his eyelids and spoke in a cold voice in the overly spacious and slightly empty hall: "There is a saying that you should not pile up clutter under the bed. If there are too many cluttered things, a kind of ghost will live under the bed. After a person falls asleep at night, this kind of ghost will quietly climb to the end of the bed, grab the person's ankles exposed outside the quilt, and bite them with its genitals, making a rustling sound. The person will only feel tight and itchy ankles, and cold soles of feet."
He was deadly cold when he told the story, not as emotionally expressive as when he acted.
But the more this is the case, the more people feel a chill in their hearts when they tell ghost stories.
“Shh—”
"Brother Bai, this is a bit scary."
"It's so scary. I have to cover myself with the quilt when I sleep tonight."
"How can Brother Bai tell ghost stories so seriously?"
Everyone huddled up and moved closer to the stove.
"Are you still listening?" Bai Yuhuai asked.
Everyone swallowed and said, "Then, one more."
Upstairs, Jing Jiujiu flew into her bedroom with a whoosh, crawled under the bed, and then crawled around.
"Fortunately, there is no such ghost under my bed." Jing Jiujiu said thankfully.
The little robot followed in: "…"
Little robot: "You ran too fast and knocked the picture frame off the wall."
"What's that sound?" Yun Xin downstairs was startled and grabbed Ji Meng's sleeve.
Bai Yuhuai looked up at the third floor and said calmly, "Maybe the wind blew something away." He stood up and said, "I'll go take a look."
The others were relieved to hear this, but did not persuade him to stay.
Otherwise, if Mr. Bai tells two more ghost stories, they really won’t be able to sleep tonight.
"Someone is coming upstairs." said the little robot in the room.
Jing Jiujiu nodded and said, "Then I'll go."
The little robot followed him out of the room and quietly jumped to the first floor, wanting to help Jing Jiujiu keep an eye on these people to prevent them from coming up halfway and destroying the terrifying atmosphere.
After the little robot went downstairs, it hid in the kitchen.
Suddenly, there was a soft "ding" sound in the kitchen sink. It looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the used dishes, knives and forks were neatly placed in the sink.
…it’s quite particular.
This is so scary. I didn’t forget to put the dishes in the sink first.
On the other end, Lao Cao told a rural custom legend, and Yun Xin was so scared that she broke a cup.
"Don't move. I'll get the broom."
Kong Xiangqi picked up the broken pieces and went to the kitchen.
She raised her hand and threw the broken pieces into the trash can. When she turned sideways, she suddenly froze.
"Xiang Qi?"
"What are you doing standing there? Come out now. It's your turn to speak."
"You don't want to escape this round?" others laughed.
Kong Xiangqi's throat tightened and she managed to squeeze out a voice: "There is an extra set of tableware in the kitchen sink."
"Ah? Did you count wrong? There's nothing strange about this."
Kong Xiangqi didn't dare to look at it any more closely, and turned around and ran to the hall: "Really! That set of tableware doesn't belong to any of us. That set of tableware is European style, very beautifully made, and printed with rose patterns. Ours are all our own, and none of them look like that one."
After these words were spoken, everyone was silent for a moment.
Finally, Lao Cao laughed dryly and said, "Oh, maybe the production team arranged this to deliberately scare us."
The production crew looked at each other and whispered, "It's not us..."
Lao Cao was also shocked: "Is this true? Are you guys trying to trick us?"
"Otherwise, why don't we go check it out together? It's possible that it was put there by the program crew. It might be related to the clues of our subsequent mission." Kong Xiangqi comforted herself.
"Okay, let's go together. After all, according to the rules of horror movies, only those who are left alone will die. There are so many of us, what are we afraid of?"
"That's not right. Isn't Brother Bai alone?"
“There’s a photographer following us!”
“Yeah!”
Everyone quickly reached a consensus.
When they entered the kitchen, they saw the exquisite set of tableware that Kong Xiangqi had mentioned, which was quite beautiful.
It was so beautiful that it didn't fit in with what they brought, and you could tell it apart at a glance.
They had goose bumps all over their bodies.
When he got closer, Lao Cao squatted down and looked at the tableware carefully to identify it: "There seems to be some words engraved on it?"
"Ha, I told you, it must be a clue from the production team! What's engraved on it?"
“… Jing.”
"What?"
"Jing, that's the character Jing in the son of the Jing family."
The chill in everyone's body suddenly reached its peak.
"Ha... ha, isn't this a pretty crude way of intimidation?" Kong Xiangqi laughed awkwardly.
Lao Cao murmured, "Tell me, when we were eating just now, there was an invisible person sitting next to us, quietly enjoying the food. When we stood up to put the dishes into the sink, he put them into the sink too."
"Damn it, Lao Cao, don't scare me!" Yu Shaoguang, who had the loudest voice among the MC, shouted.
"Let's go back to the hall first!" Lao Cao made a prompt decision.
The little robot looked at the group of people who were gradually becoming panicked.
… This is truly an unexpected success.
It seems that he did not choose the wrong person.
On this side, Bai Yuhuai had just walked up to the third floor when he realized that the footsteps behind him had disappeared.
The photographer, Bai Yuhuai, felt his eyes blurry for a moment, and when he shook his head and moved closer to the camera, there was no figure in the picture window. Running so fast
"Brother Bai?"
"Brother Bai, are you on the third or fourth floor?"
The photographer shouted and continued walking forward.
A sound was faintly heard downstairs.
"What's going on? What is the photographer saying?"
"It seems like he's calling Brother Bai."
"Brother Bai is missing?"
“Oh my god? Director, director! Tell me clearly, was this planned by you…” Before Yu Shaoguang finished his words, a series of thudding footsteps sounded.
"Fuck!" The photographer ran down like the wind, gasping for breath, "Brother Bai suddenly disappeared! I ran forward for a long way, but didn't reach the end, so I hurried down first." He took two breaths and put down the photographer, with a look of horror on his face: "Is this... Is this called a ghost wall?"
"Did we...really run into a ghost?"
The air in the hall was quiet again for a moment.
"Then what about Brother Bai?" Yun Xin asked in surprise.
Upstairs, Bai Yuhuai looked back.
Not to mention the photographer's figure, even the scene downstairs seemed to be covered with a layer of darkness and could not be seen clearly.
His expression remained unchanged as he walked forward steadily.
The stairs in this castle are well maintained and there is no creaking sound when you step on them. There is no atmosphere of a horror movie scene at all.
But that's exactly what's weird.
The castle has been abandoned for several years, but it still looks good as if someone lives here.
Just as Kong Xiangqi said.
The young man from a wealthy family who had lived a glorious life and was not yet an adult died tragically here, and he has the heaviest resentment. Such a little ghost has not yet fully matured mentally, and if he becomes a fierce ghost, he will be the most troublesome type.
"Hiss—" The corridor light above my head suddenly made a poor contact sound.
Then a cold wind blew up out of nowhere.
Bai Yuhuai looked towards the end of the corridor.
The darkness there was so thick that it seemed like ink.
Under the dim light, a slender shadow slowly walked out from there.
Bai Yuhuai frowned imperceptibly.
When Kong Xiangqi passed the phone around with everyone, he had no interest in looking at the photos. Because no matter how good-looking a person was in life, he would become hideous and ugly after death. The more evil a ghost is, the uglier it is.
He could almost imagine how disgusting the face of this little devil would be...
Bai Yuhuai pinched his fingers and made a hand gesture.
Others had to go through a lot of trouble to make hand gestures, draw talismans, and chant spells at the same time, but for him, it was just a matter of just these few movements.
The ghost walked towards him slowly and soon got closer.
Bai Yuhuai paused.
A...ghost
He was a very handsome boy, with a straight nose, red lips, white teeth, and a pair of very beautiful eyes. His eyes were watery, slightly upturned at the corners, dotted with pink halo, and his eyes were as clear and transparent as precious gems.
The young man was wearing a well-tailored suit, and as he walked slowly, he looked like he was going to a dance.
Her whole body exudes exquisite and breathtaking beauty.
Bai Yuhuai had never seen anyone more beautiful than him.
It seemed as if it had been hidden in a box for years and had just seen the light of day, without being contaminated by the slightest bit of worldly pollution.
Jing Jiujiu was still wondering.
Why isn't this person afraid of me
Am I not scary enough
Two lines of blood and tears slowly flowed from the corners of Jing Jiujiu's eyes.
The blood dyed his eyes and cheeks red. He didn't look like a ghost who had died tragically, but more like an elaborate, weird and beautiful makeup that made his appearance look even whiter than snow and stunningly beautiful.
Bai Yuhuai's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't move.
Jing Jiujiu walked even faster this time, and stuck out her blood-red tongue: "Ulla!"
Then "bang".
He fell down.
Bai Yuhuai: “…”
Jing Jiujiu shook her head, a little confused.
The carpet is wrinkled, it's time to straighten it...
Oh no, it was because he had been walking like a human for too long and forgot for a moment that he could float!
But before Jing Jiujiu could float up, Bai Yuhuai had already walked up to her.
The boy was lying on the dark carpet, making him look even smaller.
Bai Yuhuai's eyes were cold and deep. He stretched out a hand, grabbed the boy's waist, and half-lifted him up. The boy was so light. Perhaps his skeleton was not heavy to begin with, and after death, he became even lighter. He was so light that he gave people the illusion of being fragile and slender, as if he would break if the slightest force was applied.
Bai Yuhuai's other hand was still pinching the magic formula.
If this formula is posted—
Young people do break.
The kind of shattering that shattered all three souls and six spirits together.
How could he know that Jing Jiujiu was very nervous at this moment.
This man is a little bit scary.
Maybe it's because it looks too cold, even colder than me, like a ghost.
This is probably how frightening it is when you scare someone for the first time.
Jing Jiujiu comforted herself.
Now that this guy has caught me, it would be too embarrassing to get up now! So I'll pretend to fall down on purpose to lure him over, and then climb onto his back. I'm sure I'll be heavy and cold, and if I stick to him, he'll be scared.
So Jing Jiujiu quickly stretched out her arms and hooked them around Bai Yuhuai's neck.
Bai Yuhuai's body stiffened for a moment.
Jing Jiujiu breathed a sigh of relief.
Look.
He was really scared!
I just need to try harder... Eh
Bai Yuhuai picked him up with one hand.
"Which room do you live in?" Bai Yuhuai asked in a cold voice.
Jing Jiujiu: “Ah?”
"I'll take you back."
Jing Jiujiu:
Bai Yuhuai stopped the hand gestures and instead held Jing Jiujiu's waist, almost lifting him up horizontally.
Jing Jiujiu:!!!
The boy's face turned red from cheeks to ears.
I’m so angry. I have no dignity left as a ghost!
Bai Yuhuai lowered his eyes, a hint of coldness flashing through his eyes: "If you don't tell me, I'll take you back to my room."
Jing Jiujiu:
No! Look carefully, I am a ghost!