Shen Mubai was a little nervous, especially the person who patted her on the shoulder was Luo Fusheng, his legs became even weaker, almost unable to walk.
With all her breastfeeding strength, she patted Bai Lili's shoulder.
The figure of the other party was very stiff, obviously terrified.
Luo Fusheng turned his back to the corner, the room was dark, only the coughing footsteps could be heard from the other side.
When He Wei walked behind him,
The other party reached out and patted his shoulder. Because of the position, He Wei patted the left shoulder. But at the same time, Luo Fusheng noticed that another hand climbed to the right with some familiarity.
His scalp was about to explode, and it took a lot of effort to restrain himself from looking back.
My heart is full of doubts.
Is it He Wei
It should be, after all, the human sense of touch can still distinguish slightly.
But why does the other party use two hands? Isn't this superfluous
Luo Fusheng suppressed the doubts in his heart.
Then went to the next corner.
Standing there is Little Rascal.
He walked over, stretched out his hand, and patted the other person's shoulder,
It felt cold to the touch.
Luo Fusheng's lips trembled, but the suppressed fear burst out uncontrollably, "Little rascal?"
The opponent turned around.
He subconsciously took a few steps back.
"What's the matter? Brother Luo." The other party looked at him, his face could not be seen clearly in the darkness, and his tone was puzzled.
Luo Fusheng said calmly, "You are not a little naughty."
When Bai Lili and He Wei heard this, they quickly turned around, "What happened?"
Luo Fusheng said, "I touched something very cold, definitely not the temperature a human should have."
He said in an affirmative tone.
Bai Lili was so frightened, she grabbed He Wei's hand firmly, came over tremblingly, and asked tentatively, "Miss naughty sister?"
Shen Mubai was helpless, but at the same time she was also a little panicked, she said, "I'm really not a ghost, if you don't believe me, come and feel it, I have a pulse."
Few people dared to come over.
In the end, it was Bai Lili who plucked up the courage and tentatively stretched out her hand, and then breathed a sigh of relief, "Miss Naughty Miss is not that ghost."
Everyone's nerves finally relaxed.
I plan to take a look at the situation of the audience first, and then make plans for when the live broadcast will end.
But in the next second, He Wei's startled voice sounded, "It's gone!"
"What's missing?" Bai Lili followed behind him, startled and a little dazed.
"Our things... are gone." He Wei stretched out his fingers, with a hint of fear in his voice, "There is still a door."
Several people followed his gaze and were also taken aback.
In the empty and dark space, I couldn't see anything very clearly. In the end, Luo Fusheng took out a fluorescent stick from his pocket and touched it towards the wall.
The switch is missing, and so are the doors.
Not to mention those live broadcast equipment.
"We.. have encountered ghosts hitting the wall?" Apart from this, Shen Mubai couldn't think of anything else.
"It should be." He Wei sat down with a wry smile, covered his face, and looked a little unhappy, "I thought we found something unusual, and we just needed to end it. It turned out that we thought it was too simple."
Bai Lili suppressed her crying and said, "What should we do? Are we going to die here?"
Luo Fusheng kept holding the fluorescent stick, groping, and came back with a pale expression, "It's really gone."
He has some regrets.
Regret for hurting friends.
"Forget it." Xu Shi could see what he was thinking, and He Wei comforted himself, "After dawn, maybe everything will be fine."
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