"Ahhh!"
Something grabbed his foot, and before Sheng Qianxing could shake it off, he fell directly to the ground.
Instantly, terrified screams erupted, loud enough to shatter other people's eardrums.
"Thousands of lines".
"Brother Qianxing".
Director Fang and Liang Luoyin had just called out to him when they saw Sheng Qianxing fall to the ground and be inexplicably dragged two or three meters away.
If it were a terrorist, that would be one thing, but the key point is that in everyone's eyes, Sheng Qianxing would only be one person.
He kept screaming and stomping.
It looks exactly like someone grabbing your foot.
"Let me go! Let me go!"
His suit was worn white from being worn on the ground.
At this moment, Sheng Qianxing was in a sorry state. He shouted until his throat was hoarse, but in his sight, no one in the crowd that was getting further and further away from him dared to come up and rescue him.
"What should we do? Has Brother Qianxing been captured by a ghost?" Liang Luoyin covered her face with one hand, only daring to peek through the gap at the man being dragged along in front of her, screaming terribly.
"Help! Help me! Help me!"
"Ah Yin, help me!"
He kept calling her name, and Liang Luoyin's legs went weak; she was already pale with fright.
"It seems we really are haunted by a ghost."
At that moment, a sudden remark burst out like a time bomb, completely exploding in the crowd.
"No way, director, don't scare me."
"Director, please stop joking with us at a time like this."
It's not funny at all, okay?
Everyone turned to look at Director Fang, who had been silent all along. He was looking worried and smoking a cigarette intermittently.
Liang Luoyin's expression changed immediately. "Oh my god, we should have gone back to the hotel after filming that day."
It's all Director Fang's fault; he gave all sorts of bad advice.
Director Fang was also annoyed; he still thought that what happened nineteen years ago was just a coincidence.
Who knew that the same strange thing would happen again on the second try?
Now, he has no choice but to believe in ghosts, even if he doesn't actually believe in them.
Frowning, Director Fang stubbed out the half-smoked cigarette in his hand.
He then turned around and raised his hand to touch the ground in front of him. "I'm not joking with you. You've all seen the strange things that have happened these past few days. Do you still think it's just someone playing a prank on us?"
Just like now, even though they had only gone halfway, it was as if there was a glass barrier blocking the way in front of the corridor, preventing him from reaching the area behind it.
"So what should we do?"
"Are we just going to sit here and wait to die?"
"Otherwise, with the floodwaters outside, even if we go out, it's almost certain death."
The group discussed the matter until Sheng Qianxing's shrill screams came from ahead once more.
"Ahhh!"
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh".
A cold wind swept through the corridor.
A group of people huddled together in fear.
In the flickering, dim light, Sheng Qianxing, who had been dragged for six or seven meters, suddenly stood up from the ground.
No, rather than saying he stood up, it would be more accurate to say he was arrested.
The tall, disheveled figure was reflected on the ground.
However, after standing firm for two or three seconds, the next second, with a loud "bang," Sheng Qianxing crashed into the wall behind him.
"Aww!"
Bright red blood flowed down his forehead.
Someone in the crowd screamed.
Some people tried to run to the back, and just then, the glass wall that was blocking the road suddenly disappeared, and the person successfully ran out.
Someone saw it and immediately shouted, "Run!"
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