Chapter 19

The corridor is long and narrow, and under the dim light, the pale smile of the paper man looks particularly eye-catching, following closely behind him like a shadow.

Wen Jianyan heard the familiar system sound:

[Main mission 1: Find the next shooting location within two hours]

[Completeness: 100]

[Main mission 2: Go to the shooting location to shoot, the duration is no less than ten minutes]

[Completeness: 100]

OK, done!

He happily put away his cell phone, without the slightest hint of self-consciousness about being chased.

The mood of the other people was far less relaxed than Wen Jianyan's.

Wang Hanyu ran panting, gritted his teeth and said:

"I, it's not an option for me to continue being chased like this!"

Human physical strength is limited. If he continues to be chased like this all the time, he will be caught sooner or later.

He looked at Chen Mo: "It's not as good as you -"

Before Wang Hanyu finished speaking, he was interrupted by Chen Mo:

"no!"

Chen Mo glanced at Wang Hanyu sternly: "I told you before."

"..." Wang Hanyu's expression became gloomy for a moment and he stopped replying.

Wen Jianyan continued to shoot backwards while looking at the two anchors beside him thoughtfully.

Before that, he had noticed these two people. The two anchors obviously knew each other, and they probably came in as a team, just like him and Su.

He has worked well together before and knows each other's talents, so they should have formed a team more than once.

No……

There doesn't seem to be a perfect tacit understanding between them.

Opinions occasionally conflicted, but basically the final result was that Chen Mo made the final decision, but Wang Hanyu didn't seem to be completely submissive.

Wen Jianyan guessed that there should be an unclear upper-lower relationship between them, with Chen Mo taking the lead and Wang Hanyu obeying.

...Members of the same guild?

Wang Hanyu suddenly stopped walking without warning.

"What are you doing?" Chen Mo was surprised.

Wang Hanyu didn't answer. He turned around, gritted his teeth, and glared fiercely at the approaching paper man not far away. He suddenly threw something back in his hand——

"Zi la!"

There was a sound like boiling water, and the bodies of the paper figures suddenly curled up and deformed, melting, shrinking, and disappearing as if encountering concentrated sulfuric acid.

Even before disappearing, those pale faces still had bright smiles on them.

"I told you, there's no need to use props so early!" Chen Mo was shocked and angry.

Wang Hanyu: "Then am I going to be chased like this forever?"

Chen Mo: "But just in case..."

"There's nothing wrong with people dying." Wang Hanyu interrupted him impatiently: "Besides, these paper figures are quite fragile as monsters. They can all be destroyed with a C-level prop, so why have to be chased and run away in embarrassment."

Chen Mo frowned: "You are too reckless."

"Hello."

Wen Jianyan, who had been silent since just now, suddenly spoke, breaking the growing tension between the two.

There was an inexplicable solemnity in his voice, his tone was cold, and there was a power that could not be ignored.

The two of them were startled, and subconsciously turned their heads to look in the direction of the person who spoke.

Qing stuffed the phone back into his pocket, raised his head, and stared at him intently with his amber eyes. Although his expression was normal, the corners of his mouth were slightly tense.

He said in a restrained voice:

"It's twelve o'clock."

The moment he finished speaking, the anchor couldn't help but feel a chill running down his spine.

They all looked down at the time on the screen of their mobile phones. When they saw the number 00:00, a chill slowly crept into their hearts. Some of them couldn't help but recall what the guard just said.

【In July and a half, the gate of hell opens】

In the live broadcast hall of Antai Community, the anchor's barrage area was busy chatting.

"!! It's twelve o'clock!"

"Hehehe, just wait for this time!"

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I’m looking forward to it, the main dish is finally here!”

"Come on, come on, I'm done buying it. How many anchors can die in the first ten minutes?"

"Click."

There was a harsh sound, like glass breaking, and the Bagua mirror hanging at the door suddenly burst open, then fell down from the wall and fell straight to the ground.

The incense burning on the ground burst into flames, as if being swallowed by something, and it shortened at a rapid speed visible to the naked eye.

The top of the rice begins to turn black until it completely changes color like ink.

"Cackle".

"Cackle".

A strange sound, as if bones were rubbing against each other, sounded from the bottom of the Bagua mirror. The sound was so terrifying that it was almost terrifying. The temperature in the air suddenly dropped, like a cold blade scraping the skin hard.

An instinctive fear slowly rises from the depths of the soul.

The Bagua Mirror was slowly lifted.

Two pale arms stretched out from under the mirror, and their bluish-white fingers dug into the ground, as if they were crawling out of the mirror.

Wen Jianyan said his scalp was numb.

Even if there is no psychic vision, this guy is much more fierce than the previous paper figures put together!

The aura is completely different!

With almost no need for words, several people turned around at the same time and ran away again under the lash of the desire to survive!

"Cackle".

"Cackle".

The sound of bones rubbing against each other sounded from behind, and they followed him like a shadow.

The sound was so fast that it shortened the distance almost instantly, almost as if it was ringing behind the ears!

Ahhhhhhhh!

Wen Jianyan kept running with her head down and couldn't even find a chance to turn her head. Cold air came out from the back of her neck.

"Grass."

Chen Mo, who was beside him, cursed fiercely, took out a small knife from his pocket, and suddenly opened a huge hole in his palm. The bright red and hot blood spurted out, turning into scarlet the moment it hit the air.

"The chains were suddenly pulled open behind everyone's back, and they were hit by the unknown ghost, making an overwhelming and terrifying sound.

"Hurry up, we can't last more than a few minutes!"

As he ran forward, he yelled hoarsely, a little scarlet blood welling up from his eyes.

His talent is actually a rare offensive type.

Although this talent can cause real damage to ghosts, it puts a huge load on the host's body. In just a few breaths, Wen Jianyan saw blood starting to ooze from the host's pores.

"Crack——!"

The sound of chains breaking sounded from behind.

That weird gurgling sound is approaching again!

As a D-level anchor, when other C-level anchors' talents have finished cooling down, Wen Jianyan can't use any of his skills!

He rolled his eyes in anger.

No wonder there is no anchor cross-level copy, this is the reason!

As he ran, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and took some time off to prepare to buy some life-saving items.

At this moment, a door not far ahead suddenly opened slowly, and a plume of green smoke overflowed from the crack of the door. Along with the smell of incense ash, a hoarse and terrifying voice sounded in the darkness:

--"here."
To be continued...