Chapter 8: Haunted Hill House (8)
The audience watching Annanyuan's split-screen live broadcast were almost dumbfounded when they saw this miraculous development.
[The guy named Yan Shixun said that what he saw just now was a curtain? ? But, this is a corridor! Where did the curtain come from? ]
[Now that you mention it... is there really a ghost? Damn it, don't scare me.]
[Why did the man who came out of the room treat Yan Shixun like this? Is the show scripted? They want to use the ghost as a gimmick to attract viewers? Don’t those who explore supernatural places pretend to have ghosts?]
[Yeah, where did the ghost come from? Anyway, I don’t believe it. Those who said they were scared are so funny, just like idiots, haha.]
[I didn’t notice it when the show just started, but the little brother named Yan Shixun is really handsome. He really touched me! ]
[Is my brother okay? This villa looks a bit scary.]
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As more and more people flocked in, the live broadcast program's barrage and comment section became a scene of disagreement.
On social media platforms, the travel variety show called "99 Days of Heart-Stirring Travel" also gained popularity due to the quarrel. Tags such as #Variety show has ghosts# and #Script hype# began to climb from the bottom of the social media platform's popularity list.
As for Yan Shixun and An Nanyuan, who were at the center of the controversy, they were being torn apart by people.
Then, those who wanted to prove that Yan Shixun was an actor invited by the variety show and that the ghost was just acting out in the script were stunned when they saw that there was no information about Yan Shixun.
"What's wrong with this person? Doesn't he ever go online??? How come there's no trace of him at all?"
Zhang Wubing, who was so scared and nervous that he couldn't sleep, kept following the dynamics of the social platform. He was angry at those people's slander and suspicion of Yan Shixun, but also happy that the popularity of the program soared rapidly. He was angry and laughing like a fool.
Zhang Wubing looked at those who wanted to investigate Yan Shixun with impotence and fury, and even puffed out his chest proudly: "That's who my brother Yan is!"
He happily took out his phone and sent a message to Yan Shixun: [Brother Yan, I'll wait for you to come back with Bai Shuang. I'll support you in the comments section of the show! Oh, and be careful not to have any illegal content on the screen, be positive and healthy! Otherwise we will be blocked.]
Yan Shixun took out his phone and saw a long string of messages from Zhang Wubing: "..."
He often felt that this little fool should be called Zhang Youbing.
"Yan, Brother Yan." An Nanyuan held the door handle of the villa tightly, feeling the cold mountain wind blowing in from outside, and swallowed nervously.
He felt his calves trembling, and the wind gave him goose bumps. It was as if something in the dark forest near the villa was staring at him with sinister eyes, wanting to drag him into the woods and skin him alive.
"Are we really going out?" An Nanyuan's voice was trembling with suppressed tears. "It's so cold outside, why don't we go back? Maybe Bai Shuang will be back soon after taking the photos."
Yan Shixun had seen too many clients who were so scared by ghosts that they couldn't walk, and he could tell at a glance that An Nanyuan was also obviously afraid of ghosts.
He rolled his eyes, raised his long legs and kicked Annan out from behind.
Then, when An Nanyuan was frightened to the point of screaming, Yan Shixun quickly jumped out of the door, grabbed An Nanyuan by the collar and lifted him up before he fell to the ground.
"Shut up or I'll leave you here alone."
Yan Shixun glanced sideways and lowered his head, then gave An Nanyuan a sinister smile.
The cold white moonlight fell on Yan Shixun's handsome face, making that unruly beauty reveal a hint of weirdness and danger.
An Nanyuan was so frightened that he burped and swallowed back the scream that was about to come out.
An Nanyuan: I always feel like I made a wrong judgment this time. Yan Shixun seems to be scarier than a ghost!
Guishan was so quiet at night that it seemed dead silent. Not even the sound of insects could be heard. There was only the faint sound of the wind blowing through the woods, like the wheezing sound from an old man's throat before he died.
Although it was summer and the Binhai city was as hot as a steamer, it was unexpectedly cold in Guishan.
As soon as he left the villa, An Nanyuan shivered, and the temperature on his body was quickly taken away by the night wind. He felt like a piece of delicious fat meat, defenseless under the swarm of ghosts.
Only the back of his neck, which was being held by Yan Shixun, was so hot that An Nanyuan was barely able to calm down.
Yan Shixun quickly let go of An Nanyuan and observed the garden carefully.
Because today is the first day of the trip to Guishan, the program team focused on the interaction between the guests in the villa and did not pay too much attention to the garden outside the villa.
Among the guests, Bai Shuang was the only one who sang live in front of the split screen in the garden in the afternoon for the popularity of her personal split screen.
As for Yan Shixun, it was also his first time to set foot in the garden.
As soon as he entered the garden, Yan Shixun could feel the chill spreading up from the ground. Different from the coolness in the mountains at night, this cold seemed to weaken one's will and even be enough to frostbite the soul.
The white flowers blooming all over the garden look as beautiful as a fairyland from a distance, ethereal and ethereal.
But when Yan Shixun got closer, he discovered that under the moonlight, the flowers actually vaguely revealed the patterns of human faces.
Those faces were not exactly the same, and one could tell they belonged to different people without looking closely. Their expressions were different, but they were all in extreme pain, with frowns and open mouths, as if they were screaming and struggling to escape from the restraints of the flowers.
"Huh? Is this a white rose?" Seeing Yan Shixun staring at the flower for a long time, An Nanyuan couldn't help but move closer to observe it curiously.
The layers of petals swayed gently in the night breeze, just like the changing expressions on a person's face. They turned their heads from the flowers one by one and looked towards Annanyuan.
As if bewitched, An Nanyuan did not stop when approaching the flower, but kept moving closer and closer until his face was about to touch the face on the flower...
The split-screen camera pinned on Annanyuan's shoulder was also staring at the flowers. The strange and blurry face gradually enlarged on the live screen.
The audience watching the split-screen live broadcast were so shocked by this scene that their hair stood on end. Barrages of comments flashed across the screen quickly, and they were anxious to remind An Nanyuan.
[Brother! Brother, what’s wrong with you? Get away from that thing, it looks wrong.]
[Fuck! Who said this show has a script? If it’s fake, then the props are too realistic. I’m starting to doubt whether this is real.]
[Oh my god! This flower looks like this? Can anyone tell me what kind of flower this is?]
[Ahhhh this is too disgusting, my sanity is dropping like crazy!]
[Move the camera away! I'm going to puke.]
But Annanyuan did not see the reminder from the barrage, and was still approaching the face on the flower with a blank and empty look in his eyes.
"Don't you care about your face? You're so close."
As soon as Yan Shixun turned around, he saw An Nanyuan's behavior. He was speechless and pulled An Nanyuan out, who was about to dive into the flower.
An Nanyuan, who had regained consciousness, realized what he had just done. When he looked at the flower again, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
"What is this!"
An Nanyuan quickly retreated to Yan Shixun's side and asked in shock: "Why did I feel like exchanging faces with it just now? And I thought it was what I wanted. Am I crazy?!"
"Since you know, then be less curious." Yan Shixun did not let go this time, and directly pulled An Nanyuan by the collar and walked forward: "Haven't you heard that curiosity can kill people?"
As the two of them gradually moved away from the flowers, the flowers turned their heads one by one, and their faces twisted as they looked at Yan Shixun silently with resentful eyes, as if they were resenting him for ruining their plans that were about to succeed.
Just when An Nanyuan was bewitched by the flowers, Yan Shixun had quickly scanned the entire garden and determined where Bai Shuang would be.
Almost the entire garden was covered with these flowers emitting white light, except for one place. The closer you got to that place, the sparser and dimmer the flowers became. The faces of the people in those flowers seemed to be afraid of something, and all of them had their backs to that place.
It was a woodshed in the corner of the garden. It looked like it had never been renovated. The rough brick and stone walls had been worn out by years of weathering and exposure. They were shabby and crude, and looked like they would collapse at any time in the next rainstorm.
But such a gray woodshed, standing alone on a piece of soil without any flowers, was so conspicuous that Yan Shixun quickly locked onto it and pulled An Nanyuan forward quickly.
When the two men passed the lush flowers that blocked their view, they suddenly saw a woman lying on the ground next to the woodshed, their life or death was unknown.
It was white frost.
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