"In my opinion, the previous supernatural behavior foreshadowed everything. The director didn't listen and ended up killing Xiao Zhang. His death is definitely related to the director."
A group of staff members were murmured worriedly, and they obviously disagreed with Peter Yang's stubborn idea.
Especially when he heard them whispering about the staff member's death and how it was related to him, Peter Yang's heart tightened and his expression became tense. He glanced at them coldly, and they then shut up.
Boom boom boom!
The dark clouds above our heads began to thunder, and fine raindrops fell.
Wen Xi glanced down the mountain. It was very dry there, with no sign of rain at all. It turned out to be raining only halfway up the mountain.
"Have you brought an umbrella? You'll get sick if you get wet in the cold winter."
"I brought it, I brought it, but I only have one umbrella!"
"Why don't we leave first!"
They looked for a place to shelter from the rain, but found that there were few available, so they either went inside or got in the car and left.
"Since we're here, isn't there a place ready to take shelter from the rain? Let's go in and take a look."
Wen Xi was already standing at the gate of the old house, about to push it open and walk in. "He's already urging us to come in. If we don't go in, wouldn't it be rude?"
“He he he…???”
The others swallowed and watched Wen Xi push open the ancient door.
Crunch!
Along with the sound of the old door being pushed open, a cold wind blew out from inside, and what came into view was a hanged ghost hanging under a big tree in the middle of the yard. The expression on his face was ferocious, and his tongue was sticking out, so long that it was dragging on the ground.
His eyes were filled with tears and he stared at them with gloomy resentment, as if he would pounce on them at any time and strangle them to death.
"Oh my god! There really is a ghost, oh my god! This is the first time I've seen this thing so directly, it scared me to death!"
"It's so scary. My legs are shaking like they're not mine. I'm frozen and I don't even have the strength to run away."
"Help! I'm going to faint!"
The staff also saw the hanged man hanging on the tree. Those with fragile minds had their eyes rolled back and fainted. The rest were in a mess and wanted to escape, but their legs gave out.
Peter Yang's face changed drastically, and he said in disbelief, "Oh my god! There really are ghosts in this world? This, this, this... is this an actor you arranged in advance? No, I want to see it with my own eyes and confirm it."
Peter Yang looked dazed and was about to rush into the door when Director Wang grabbed him by the waist.
Director Wang exclaimed, "Peter, are you crazy? That's a ghost! If you rush in like this, be careful of being attacked by him. I know you don't believe in ghosts, but isn't this obvious?"
Peter Yang swallowed and said in a daze, "If there really is a ghost, I must be there in person to make this movie well. Moreover, I also want to ask him why he wanted to kill our crew members. Even if it is a ghost, so what? We didn't break their rules, so he can't just kill people easily."
His heart was already in a knot. If there really was a ghost in this old house, then Xiao Zhang really died because of his stubbornness. The guilt immediately overwhelmed him like a tide.
Wen Xi said coldly, "Ghost rules? Do you understand? You didn't prepare any rituals, nor did you ask the evil spirits living here for permission, yet you wanted to borrow their ancient house to film a movie. You were the first to be disrespectful."
Upon hearing this, Peter Yang slumped to the ground, "It's my fault. You're right. We should have some respect for ghosts and gods."
Hehehe!
The evil spirit inside laughed miserably, "Come in quickly, come in and be our guest. Don't you like this place? Then come in and keep us company."
Crunch!
There was the sound of the door opening, and the space distorted. When everyone opened their eyes again, they found that they had entered the ancient house.
Qin Anhe's expression was tense, and his whole body was frozen. He glanced at the door behind him, his heart pounding. "When did we get in?"
They clearly didn't move, so how did they get in?
"Ahhh, I didn't mean to come in, Mom, I want to go out!"
The staff were so scared that they pissed and shit themselves, and they collapsed and crawled towards the door, trying to escape as soon as possible.
Bang!
With a loud bang, the door closed tightly and could not be opened no matter how hard they pushed.
"Damn! This door won't open. Does he really want to go on a killing spree?"
Several staff members fell to the ground at the door, hugging each other and trembling, tears of fear streaming down their faces.
The original hanged ghost appeared near the Qin'an River, stretched out his red claws, and was about to strangle his neck.
Wen Xi called out lazily, "Zou Zheng, catch him!"
A black shadow passed by, and the hanged ghost screamed, then was easily caught in Zou Zheng's hand and thrown in front of Wen Xi.
The hanged ghost still didn't give up and used his long tongue to attack Wen Xi, but the ice blade directly nailed his tongue to the ground.
"Ahhh! It hurts so much, it hurts so much, sir, please spare me, I won't do it again."
The hanged man screamed in pain, prostrated himself on the ground with his hands, and begged.
Wen Xi crossed his arms and snorted coldly, "What? Weren't you quite arrogant just now? Are you scared now? What were you doing before? Do you think it's fun to scare others here?"
The hanged ghost said aggrievedly, "I really haven't harmed anyone. It's just that this group of people really disturbed us. We hide during the day and come out at night, and we don't welcome outsiders. I just wanted to play a prank on them from the beginning. I really didn't do anything to harm anyone."
Director Wang pushed Peter Yang, who was frozen in place, and said fearfully, "Look, there really is a ghost. Sister Wen Xi is really powerful. Fortunately, I brought her here today. Otherwise, I would be here to collect your body tomorrow."
Peter Yang was also frightened. "Thank you so much, buddy. I didn't expect there was really a ghost hiding here. I was so obsessed with coming in to film a scene just now. Damn it."
Wen Xi said, "I know it wasn't you who did it. Where's the boss of your nest? Why don't you have the courage to come out?"
The hanged ghost trembled and looked at Wen Xi in fear, knowing that he had hit a hard wall this time, "Boss he...he..."
He was very afraid of the boss of this ancient house, and he opened his mouth for a long time but couldn't say anything.
The little tree grew up and the flowers bloomed.
Spring goes and autumn comes, why hasn't my son returned yet...
Suddenly, a gloomy ballad resounded throughout the old house, and a red shadow floated out from the depths of the house, with long hair loose, reaching its feet.
I thought it was a female ghost, but when he showed his pale face, I found out it was a rather effeminate male ghost.
The hanged man saw him and shouted in fear, "Boss!"
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