screenwriter mystery

Chapter 435 Escape
Inside the basement.

Flying head down so faintly visible several times, and then stabilized again.

It shook its remaining head and looked at Ahao in front of it, with a look of fear in its blood-red eyes.

Then, he turned his head and flew towards the basement.

Seeing Fei Toujiang who turned into a phantom and easily flew away through the basement wall, Ah Hao couldn't help frowning.

Losing his target, theoretically speaking, the real Lu on his body should leave. However, the immortal will not leave his body voluntarily if no one recites the immortal spell. Therefore, after hesitating for a while, Ah Hao grabbed the 'Cloth Sword' began to follow the direction that Fei Toujiang left.

……

"Oops, what's wrong with Ah Hao?!"

In the corridor, Lin Jiuying looked at the red rope that lost its support and was easily pulled over. Instead of showing the slightest joy, the expression on Lin Jiuying's face became a little dignified.

Lowering her head, she glanced at the red thread wrapped around her finger, and Lin Jiuying looked worried.

He could feel that it wasn't that he broke the head-down master's head-down technique, but that the other party took the initiative to break the head-down technique.

And the reason why the head-down master himself would rather bear the backlash of breaking the head-down than to do so is naturally only the head-down master who is hiding in the dark encounters a dangerous situation.

As the saying goes, rabbits bite people when they are in a hurry, not to mention that the other party is a powerful head-down master who practiced head-down techniques.

Lin Jiuying was worried that her half-baked apprentice Ahao would be in danger.

Thinking of this, Lin Jiuying stopped hesitating immediately, pinched her fingers and chanted a spell, and chased after him with the guidance of the compass in her heart.

……

"Master, why don't we go directly from the base."

"The people in this program group are all lunatics, they don't care about our life and death at all, so why should we continue to stay in the concentration camp waiting to die."

In the corridor on the second floor of Concentration Camp No. 17, several rescued challengers followed Azan and swept everything around them with fear on their faces.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he cautiously approached Azan, and Ake suggested in a trembling voice.

After what happened just now, these challengers have long since lost the idea of ​​competing for the 500 million bonus, and the only thing they want to do at this moment is to quickly leave this ghostly place in front of them.

After all, with all the previous experiences, everyone is very clear.

For them, a ghost place is not just an adjective, but a really haunted place.

"Yes, Master."

"Please, Master, get us out of here."

"I don't want to die yet, Master."

"I beg you, master, as long as you take me out, I will become a monk immediately."

As soon as Ake's voice fell, he immediately attracted the unanimous approval of everyone around him.

Apparently, he wasn't the only one who thought this way, the surviving challengers all had the same idea.

If they had known earlier that the so-called "Challenge to the Night of Ghosts" was really going to hell, they would not have come to participate even if a prize of 500 million was sent to them.

"..."

Facing the pleadings of the challengers, the expression on Azan's face did not change at all, and he still silently recited scriptures with his palms together.

Seeing Azan's silent expression, the challengers looked at each other with helpless expressions on their faces, but they didn't dare to show too much dissatisfaction.

Because they know very well that the reason why everyone can survive now is thanks to Azan's shot, otherwise they would have died when they encountered the unjust souls of the prisoners in the concentration camp.

In this way, he followed Azan's footsteps in fear and walked for a few minutes.

"Wait, there seems to be someone in front?"

Suddenly, someone among the challengers spoke and shouted.

"Human, are you sure it's a human?"

Hearing the voice, the surviving challengers not only did not show any expressions of joy, but showed vigilance.

After all, right now, there are more ghosts in the concentration camp than there are surviving challengers.

"Should... be a human?"

Facing doubts, the challenger who spoke at first also became a little hesitant.

"I remember her, when I was filming, I chatted with her on the boat."

Looking at the blurry figure not far away, the challenger who spoke tried hard to remember and said.

"Last night, she seemed to be the one who fainted. At that time, the master explained that it was because of the possession of a wronged soul, but..."

Speaking of which, the challenger couldn't bear to look at Azan in front of him with a guilty conscience.In fact, last night, Azan used to persuade everyone to leave by saying that the concentration camp was haunted, but at that time they were all stunned by the 500 million bonus given by the program group, and they didn't believe everything the other said.

When I realized it now, I regretted that I wanted to leave, but it was already too late.

"It was her."

"Hearing what you said, I remembered, her name seems to be Xing...en or something."

"That's right, it's her..."

"I didn't see her when I got up in the morning. I thought she had quit the show, but I didn't expect that she was still in the concentration camp."

In the reminder of the challenger, the rest of the people gradually recalled what happened last night.

Behind them, the challengers figured out the identity of the figure in front of them in twos and threes.

But Azan, who was standing at the front, looked at Xing En in the distance, but felt a little uneasy in his heart.

"Run away, master..."

"Dangerous, dangerous!!"

"Be careful, it's not Xingen!"

If, at this moment, everyone can see the content in the live broadcast room.

Then it will definitely be sent out, and the message boards are full of warnings and urgings for them.

And under such circumstances, Xing En, who was in the distance, stepped forward and approached everyone.

And as she walked in, the rustling discussions among the challengers stopped abruptly as if they had been strangled in the neck.

I saw that Xing En, who came out of the shadows, except for the bloodless face on her neck, her whole body was actually only pale bones, and a hideous head in front of her empty chest was constantly moving. Shuttle on Xingen's skeleton, gnawing at the blood foam left on the bones.

In front of them, such a horrifying scene was unbearable even for the challengers who had already encountered wronged souls in the concentration camp. After all, this scene was a bit too challenging for human physiological limits.

Even, many challengers couldn't help opening their mouths to vomit.

Compared with the panicked challenger behind him, the expression on Azan's face is also not optimistic.

"Flying head down."

Silently staring at the head that shuttled around Xingen's body, Azan had already recognized that the other party was Feitoujiang trained by a head-down master.

However, the surface of the head in front of him was flickering with a faint light, a head that was looming.

But it is very different from the flying head drop that Azan used to know.

(End of this chapter)