Horror Studio

"Bored?" Jing Huashui repeated the word, "Will it be because of boredom, because we are bored that will draw us into the world of movies? I have heard of a similar story in a novel, maybe we Will be here, the reason is boring."

In fact, Jing Huashui had thought of this conjecture a long time ago, but she now brought it up again.

The purpose is just to discuss similar things with the rest of the actors.

Because she was also bored before entering the **** movie, at least she herself thought so.

I go to get off work and leave work every day, doing repetitive and tedious things, although almost everyone I meet is envious of myself, whether it is physical appearance or work, it can be called comforting.

She doesn't have to worry about the family affairs at all, as long as she wants to, she can indulge in life.

"Then they are boring enough." Qian Cang gave a blank eye, and pointed his right index finger to the ceiling.

He means **** movies, this existence that can control their lives.

The shadow puppet ‘pouch’ laughed.

"What's wrong?" Jing Huashui was a little strange. Although her reasoning was not very good, it would not have such an effect. "There should be no problem, right? I have asked many actors and they all agree with me."

"No." The shadow play shook his head, and then pointed to Qian Cangyi with his cane. "He just answered, isn't it the confidence and justice that Sister Lu Yuan said at the beginning? Confidence, even if life is completely controlled by the **** movie, you can still Dialogue with an equal identity; the most basic condition for fairness is empathy. Although it is still understood in our human way, it is still from the perspective of **** movies."

"You just look at me more pleasing to the eye, so you want to add certain advantages to me." Qiancang said coldly and didn't want to talk about this topic again, "If it is possible, then let's go back, maybe beat the drums and spread the flowers. There has been a change."

He walked to the door, "Actually, in my understanding, anyone who wants to live is just for a responsibility."

After saying this, he left the room.

...

"What a weird person." Jing Huashui shook his head, "Let's go back too."

"Yeah." The shadow play clenched his cane.

The three returned to the room where the drums and flowers were located.

"How's it going?" Qian Cang glanced at the masked people sitting together. There were nine people in total. They still didn't decrease. During this time, the drums didn't stop, so he guessed that the first round is still going on. .

But for insurance, he still asked Blue Star and Mo Ran who had been staying in the room.

"No, I was delaying time on purpose." The expression on Lan Xing's face was very impatient.

After all, this drum sound does not have any aesthetic feeling, but will cause physical discomfort, and it is almost indistinguishable from noise. Blue Star has been standing near the noise source during this period of time, and of course his mood will be very bad.

"I'm afraid they will keep passing on." Mo Ran sighed lightly.

Maybe I heard what he said, or maybe it was just a coincidence.

The masked drummer stopped suddenly.

The drums stopped and the first round was over, but what happened next surprised the actors present.

The man in the mask holding the red flower in his hands still sat motionless, but the red flower in his hand jumped up somehow. Then, the red flower that was originally festive opened suddenly, and a blood bowl appeared with a big mouth. The stamen part, the teeth like spikes cover the whole mouth.

A long tongue protruded from the mouth of the blood basin, wrapped around the masked man's neck, and then dragged to the mouth.

Because of the size of the two parties, it looks more like a red flower flying towards the head of the masked man.

The sound of chewing continued to be heard, echoing in the room, and also informed the fate of the masked man.

Blood and meat residue splashed out from the big mouth of the safflower's blood basin. At this time, the safflower was like a beautiful meat grinder, constantly gnawing at the masked person's body.

After about three seconds, a masked man disappeared from the room. If it weren't for the presence of blood and scum in the place where he was sitting, some people might suspect that the masked man had never existed before.

After swallowing, the safflower fell to the ground and was picked up by the masked man on the right.

All of this was completely shown in front of the four actors. Except for the shadow puppet show, everyone looked at this cannibalistic red flower in surprise.

If it is really selected, there may only be death. With the cruelty and dominance shown by safflower, the actor has almost no ability to resist. At least, in this sunset castle, there is no such ability.

Time passed by every minute and every second.

"We can't let them delay time anymore." Qiancangyi spoke first.

He turned his head and glanced at the other actors, "Who will go first?"

Now, there is not much time left for them.

No one answered. The first person is undoubtedly the most dangerous. Even if the five-person team has various contradictions, at this moment, they are still a whole.

Someone has to come.

Therefore, Qiancangyi set a time limit for himself in his mind.

If no one agrees within ten seconds, he will be the first to go. At this time, if you continue to procrastinate, the loss will only get bigger and bigger. If one step is wrong, the situation may become irreparable.

Five seconds passed, a few ticks.

It seems that I can only do it.

Qian Cangyi said in his heart ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and stepped out his right foot.

Only one person walked out faster before he stepped out. This person was Jing Huashui.

"I'm coming." Jing Huashui walked towards the masked people who were sitting around him. With her arrival, the remaining masked people gave up a position.

"Come on!" shouted the shadow play.

"Don't worry, I'm not a canary." Jing Huashui smiled.

After she sat down, she looked at the masked person beside her, as if they were all carved out of a mold, there was no difference at all.

The smell of blood slowly drifted into his nose, and Jing Huashui glanced at the blood and meat residue on the ground.

If she held a red flower when the drums stopped, her ending would be like this.

Boom! Boom!

The drums sounded again, announcing the start of the second round of drumming and passing flowers.

The masked man with the safflower held the safflower in his hand and waited for the two-second time limit to pass. When the time came, he did not continue to put the safflower in his hand to delay the time as before, but uploaded it to the horse. The next masked man.

As time goes by, the drum beats faster and faster.

Soon, the red flower came into the hands of the masked man on the left of Jing Huashui, but at this time, the drum sound suddenly slowed down, as if a car racing on a highway was slamming on the brakes, giving people a desire to stop. The illusion of coming down.

After the two-second time limit passed, the masked man on Jing Huashui's left handed out the red flower in his hand.

Take... or not?

This idea suddenly occurred in Jing Huashui's mind.

"Can I not pick up the safflower?" Qiancang shouted loudly.

He was asking the drummer.

The drumbeater turned his back to Jing Huashui, and he couldn't see what it was like at this time.

Boom!

"If you don't pick it up, the safflower is stopped by default, but the time limit is not calculated." The drummer informed the rules.