As he spoke, the man took out his cell phone.
"Damn! Deng Weilong, didn't you say your phone was out of battery?"
"I have two mobile phones. This one doesn't have a SIM card. Does it matter if there's power?"
Deng Weilong turned on the selfie camera and took a picture.
Seeing everyone in front of him look unconvinced, he took the initiative to hand over the phone: "Look!"
A boy in a striped sweater took it.
The screen didn't switch and remained on the selfie.
The man in the striped sweater took a quick look, and suddenly his pupils dilated in fear: "Deng, Deng, Deng..."
Deng Weilong said impatiently: "What? If you're done with it, give it back to me. I want Miss Scarecrow to take a few more intimate photos."
"Ghost - ghost -"
The phone slipped from the man in the striped sweater's hand to the ground, the screen still on, a selfie filling the entire screen.
In the photo, Deng Weilong is hugging a long-haired woman with a sly smile on her face in an intimate posture.
The surroundings suddenly became quiet.
Deng Weilong felt as if all the heat in his body had been drained away.
Especially the scarecrow in his arm, which was like a big piece of ice.
Click, click, click.
He seemed to hear the sound of bones twisting.
He didn't even dare to turn his head.
Because the companions in front of him had already told him what was happening with their extremely terrified expressions.
Deng Weilong's whole body was stiff.
I instinctively decided to lower my head like an ostrich and slowly retreat.
Just as he lowered his head, a human head came into his sight.
The bloody head fell at his feet, and a grin spread across his face: "Are you looking for me?"
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