Cang Chengye gradually woke up.
He saw that he had returned to where he was.
And the child next to him was lying on the bed with his eyes closed quietly.
Cang Chengye reached out and pressed his temples. It was his own momentary negligence that almost caused a big mistake.
What if there is someone with bad intentions tonight?
Wouldn’t something happen to Duan Yuchen?
Cang Chengye was a light sleeper, and most of the time, he was afraid that when he was in an unsafe place, there would be no one to protect A Yu.
His vigilance gradually deepened.
Duan Yuchen then sat up in a daze, pretending that he knew nothing.
"Sir, you look a little unwell. When I came back yesterday, I saw you lying on the road, so I dragged you back. Rest well here and I will go out to see what happened." Duan Yuchen was used to it, as if nothing had happened.
Cang Chengye looked at the child for a long time.
Then he nodded in agreement.
Duan Yuchen turned around and could feel surveillance cameras watching him from all directions.
He returned to the place where Cang Chengye had taken Chinese medicine yesterday, and found those artists still lying on the ground unconscious.
Duan Yuchen walked over slowly, he had no intention of helping.
But it is clearly seen.
When he came over for the first time, the blood that had overflowed began to flow out again little by little.
It's boring to stay here anyway, so Duan Yuchen doesn't mind having some fun.
He squatted down and called those people up.
Those people were confused, and when they saw clearly what was in front of them, they were almost scared to death.
A pile of blood.
A few eyeballs were rolling around.
It even fell directly at their feet.
This doesn't feel like acting.
One of them was brave enough to reach out and grab the eyeball.
But the eyeball exploded in his hand instantly.
The bright green liquid began to flow out little by little through the cracks in the palm of the hand.
It looks weird and evil.
Those people shook their hands desperately.
Duan Yuchen sat nearby, looked at the blood flowing out, bent down, and stretched out his hand to slide a little.
Last time I felt that the blood was real.
But I didn't expect that I would find the right time. Just when I came here, all these things arrived.
The people in the live broadcast room were all shocked.
[Is this real or fake? Why does it look so real?]
"Have you forgotten that this house is known for being haunted? Imagine that when that artist leaves, what if these things are the cause of the haunting?"
[There should be a Taoist method here, which in your Eastern languages is called a formation. It would be great if we could break it, but these people are all ordinary people, so I'm afraid they might suffer.]
[I seem to recall that artist from the East was a famous lucky god in his country.]
[Indeed, he was the only one who remained the calmest among all the people.]
The audience thought it was all fake.
Due to the randomness of this live broadcast room, it cannot be directly searched from major networks.
Just treat it as a show effect and have fun watching it.
Duan Yuchen did not touch those eyeballs.
Looking at the blood on the ground, he stepped over it without hesitation.
He bent down slightly and quickly found the source of the blood.
The strong smell of blood lingered for a long time.
"Save me, God! What kind of crappy show is this? I don't want to participate, I want to leave, I don't want to participate!" A group of people staggered to their feet.
Turn around and run away.
But it was pitch black ahead.
They stopped.
I saw that the thinnest boy turned out to be the bravest among them all.
Duan Yuchen stood up without saying a word.
Those people seemed to have found the core bone, and without thinking, they walked directly towards the young man.
"Brother Chen, do you have any solution? Actually, I saw it last night too... I saw a woman in white clothes crawling out of this pile of blood..." One of the blond men said in a trembling voice.
As if to verify what he said.
When he finished saying these words.
Black hairs began to emerge from the scarlet and foul-smelling blood.
The dying evil ghost crawled forward, and every bit of its spread directly attached itself to the apex of people's hearts.
They have nowhere to escape.
They could only watch death approaching them.
Duan Yuchen glanced at it casually.
He took out a pair of isolation gloves and grabbed the hair directly.
Those people screamed and ran forward.
Everyone was pushing and shoving each other, and some people even threw their companions against the wall without hesitation and cursed at them in order to escape, showing no manner at all.
After all, it is difficult for anyone to remain rational in the face of death.
This scene in particular seems to be real.
It left a lifelong shadow on their hearts.
Duan Yuchen glanced down.
Watch the hair on your hands gradually grow longer and thicker.
He shook his head with interest.
In fact, compared to ghosts, humans are much scarier.
Look at these people, in order to escape, they even threw their companions directly against the wall next to them.
Poor thing, poor thing.
Duan Yuchen couldn't help but let out a light sigh.
Hold the hair and walk forward.
As a result, a woman was actually dragged out later.
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