Quick Wear: Host, are you playing here?

The person who stays guarding the coffin will naturally not just leave it alone. At this time, an NPC will come forward to interfere and intimidate, such as knocking on the coffin, scratching the coffin with fingernails, etc.

Because the locked coffin could not be opened from the inside, the NPC stepped forward boldly, raised his long nails and touched the coffin board, preparing to work.

The next moment, the sound of a chainsaw came from the coffin, and the whole coffin began to vibrate at a high frequency.

“Squeak…squeak…squeak…”

NPC: "......"

The NPC silently picked up the microphone and whispered, "Calling headquarters, there seems to be a chainsaw maniac locked in the coffin..."

So scary, sob.

Director's room: "......"

Barrage: "Hahahahahahaha~"

"Chainsaw maniac, I laughed so hard that my abs burst out!"

"With the scene of Mu Yang sawing the coffin and the ghost outside the coffin trembling, why is it so funny?!"

"I never expected that all the famous scenes would be here with Sister Yang."

Opening the stone door with bare hands and sawing the coffin with an electric saw, this operation really made everyone want to shout from the bottom of their hearts: "Sister Yang is awesome."

But this person still acts like she's scared and weak. You know she's pretending, but she's just so cute.

At the moment when the NPC was stunned, a square board fell from the side of the coffin in front of her knees.

“…”Silence for a moment.

"Ah!" The NPC disappeared in a flash.

Director's room: "......"

Help, this guy doesn’t play by the rules!

Hua Xia poked her head out: "What is that?"

Barrage: "It's so funny! She said NPCs are things."

Hua Xia then asked: "Song Xiaoduo screamed again?"

Comment: "Someone come save me, I'm in the hospital because of laughing, I'll really be grateful."

Hua Xia shook her head, climbed out, squatted down and pulled out the backpack from inside, patted the chainsaw tenderly, put it into the backpack, and put the backpack on her back again.

Walking to the stone door, two little hands skillfully closed the crack of the door.

Then, a deep male voice came from the hidden radio: "Foul, come back."

A few short words and a pleasant male voice made Hua Xia pause after she had opened the crack. She turned around and shrugged helplessly: "Okay."

Barrage: "Fuck, so obedient?"

"This magnetic voice is nice and a little familiar."

"The person upstairs should be Director Han."

The director's room had the same idea. Damn, so obedient? Why didn't Director Han speak up earlier?

Look, this prop destroys...

Hua Xia had an obedient expression, blinked, crawled back into the coffin, and then closed the sawed board again.

Falling into darkness, Hua Xia turned on the flashlight, moved in front of the camera and said, "Director's office, cut to Han Jingmo's black face now."

The director's room fell silent at the tone of taking it for granted. The assistant director's hand trembled, and an extremely handsome face appeared on the live screen. Han Jingmo stood still with a blank expression.

Barrage: "Hahahaha, it is a bit dark."

"Confessing my love to Director Han, oh my god, he's so damn handsome."

"Director Han, I want to give birth to a baby for you."

"You're welcome, man upstairs."

"Hahaha, you are so bold, Director Han will punish you."

The man in the camera raised his hand, and the next second the screen turned back to Hua Xia.

So, netizens looked at the girl's mobile phone, which she took out from somewhere, and was clicking into the live broadcast room of "The Truth Survives".

Because of the delay, when I entered, I saw Han Jingmo raising his hand to cut the screen back.

She shrugged helplessly: "Okay."

"Sister Yang also wants to see Director Han's dark face, hahaha..."

"Something seems wrong."

Before the barrage could react, the radio started again, with that nice male voice: "Did she confiscate her phone?"

This was obviously not said to Hua Xia, and another voice replied nervously: "Collect, collect."

Hua Xia explained for him: "You only said to hand over your phone, not how many."

The two of them talked across the air. Han Jingmo said, "It is not allowed to bring mobile phones."

Hua Xia said: "I brought it, do you want to take it?"

There was no sound on the other end.

Hua Xia looked at the falling comments.

"Why did you bring your phone? I was bored. I wanted to play games. Anyone want to join me?"

"Yes? Want to come? Let's talk about it after the recording is finished."

"Aren't you afraid that the production team will fire me? No way, this is a live broadcast, and it will be cut out in the post-production editing."

Indeed, the live broadcast is for Han Jingmo’s platform, and the edited content is used for cooperation with other film and television platforms.

"Yang Yang's haters say, Yang Yang!" Hua Xia repeated the comment, and then replied: "Well, hater certification, black fans, please count your number, let me see."

"Black powder buckle 1"

As soon as he finished speaking, the screen was filled with 1s, and of course, there were many 2s.

The radio was silent, Hua Xia leaned against the coffin in boredom: "This is the first time I sleep in a coffin in my life, now is the boring answer time, you can ask any questions you have."

"Why did you send out so many press releases before? /The company sent it out. Xingyu knows about it, right? It's a well-known pimping company in the industry."

"Is this something I can say? / No, my agent will tear me apart later."

"Why do you call Han Yi brother? Is it the brother in my Weibo post? / No, isn't brother an insult?"

250 was shocked: [!!!] So brother has always been the host's insult? So...

Hua Xia continued: "Chainsaw maniac? What chainsaw maniac? Directors, block this guy."

"Why are you so strong? / Who? Me? I am so weak and cute, innocent, beautiful, kind, pretty, and good-looking. How did you know that?"

Outside the coffin, the hand that was reaching out to touch the board paused, then took down the board that had just been sawed, and met the gaze of the person inside.

"Han Jingmo, you're here?"

Han Jingmo looked at the person trying to get out, and reached out to her expressionlessly, his eyes falling on Hua Xia's phone which was watching the live broadcast.

Hua Xia turned off the screen and hid the phone behind her, without moving.

The weird scene, dim vision, and a broken coffin placed next to it, made the scene look very strange.

Han Jingmo sighed helplessly, walked behind Hua Xia and stuffed the things in his hand into her backpack.

The comments were full of curiosity: "What is it?"

Han Jingmo said it himself: "Take the shielding device with you."

Hua Xia turned on her cell phone and saw that there was no signal at all.

The comments were full of comments: "Amazing, worthy of being a Korean director."

Then the screen cut to a long shot, and one could only see Han Jingmo standing there motionless. He said something briefly in the darkness, and when Hua Xia nodded, he walked away with a blank expression.

"What did you say?"

"It must be insulting words. The microphone has been cut off. Mu Yang has made Director Han very angry. I wonder if he will still be there in the next episode."

At this time, a sound was also heard from the stone gate. The other five members of the vanguard team found the mechanism inside and opened the stone gate.

After opening the door, I was speechless when I saw the damaged props on the ground.