High-energy warning ahead! ! !

Xia Letian counted again.

Nineteen of the shadows reflected on the wall, the missing empty seat, just happened to be consistent with the group members who were telling ghost stories.

Reminiscent of the content in this ghost story.

Xia Letian's heart skipped a beat.

Could it be that... the member of the storytelling group is the ghost shadow in the story. Although the ghost has replaced the identity of the victim, its shadow will not be reflected on the wall.

Because it is a shadow.

It is impossible for a shadow to reflect another shadow again by candlelight.

The ghost at the masquerade - most likely a 'shadow ghost' disguised as a human.

Xia Letian remained calm, but his vigilance had been raised to the highest level, and he was ready to deal with emergencies at any time.

After 'Shadow Ghost' finished telling the story, the host applauded again immediately, and praised: "This story is so true and wonderful, especially the suspense at the end, which makes people feel thrilled and scared."

'Shadow Ghost' waved his hand modestly, showing his white teeth: "Thank you, thank you, as long as everyone thinks the story is wonderful."

Han Meimei straightened her body unconsciously, and glanced at the shadow on the wall from the corner of her eye.

Kiwi was still terrified by the horror story just now, clutching Han Meimei's sleeve and trembling slightly.

It is bad luck to tell ghost stories at night.

What's more, in this kind of spiritual world, telling ghost stories might really attract ghosts.

Jerry was sweating uncontrollably, shaking all over his body.

Because next, it will be him soon.

The most frightening thing is that he still hasn't figured out what type of story to tell, and his mind is blank.

This is how to do.

How to do.

Seeing this, Xia Letian pondered for a while, leaned closer to remind Jerry, but unexpectedly, the host of the masquerade party stared at Xia Letian suddenly, and said: "You are not allowed to communicate with each other during the story telling, otherwise, you will be punished." oh."

Xia Letian could only give up, secretly hoping that Jerry would realize what the rules of storytelling were this time.

Very simple.

Just tell a really scary horror story with a ghost as the main character.

However, Jerry, who was in a state of panic at the moment, couldn't calm down at all, and said tremblingly: "I, I haven't figured it out yet, can you let me brew it again."

When the host heard this, he pressed the remote control, and all the lights in the castle turned on again——

Xia Letian and the other players all squinted their eyes subconsciously, a little uncomfortable with the suddenly turned on lights.

The same goes for other group members.

The host looked at Jerry and thought, "Really? That's right. After all, the first story is already very exciting. I can let you think about it again, but it depends on whether other people are willing to tell the second one." story."

The host looked around and asked, "Is there anyone willing to be the second to tell the story?"

All other group members chose to decline.

Jerry's body had already started to wobble non-stop, and he desperately looked at everyone with pleading eyes.

Although Xia Letian wanted to help, he hadn't conceived a relatively complete and terrifying supernatural story in his mind yet.

If the story told once is not as exciting as the group members behind it...

Xia Letian sighed slightly in his heart.

He had reminded Jerry more than once to keep calm, but Jerry's psychological endurance was really not up to the standard.

If Jerry had kept his cool in the first place, the prom host wouldn't have noticed Jerry...

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded.

"Then I'll come."

Everyone immediately looked over in unison, showing expressions of curiosity and anticipation.

"Oh? It seems that this group member is quite confident, so..." The host looked at Jerry, "You have to think about it, you can't delay any longer, or you will be punished .”

Jerry nodded in disbelief and fear.

At the same time, he looked at An Ye gratefully, tears almost falling down.

An Ye was still smiling, touched his chin and said, "Don't be too grateful to me, after all, I can't wait to tell my story, oh, no, it's a story I heard from my friend."

Hearing this, the other group members immediately laughed out of joy, as if they got how funny this sentence was.

Especially the first group member who told the story trembled with laughter, "Your joke is too humorous, and your personality is too funny, I like it..."

Xia Letian's expression froze.

'A man of your character—'

The driver who drove the funeral car before seemed to have said this sentence more than once.

Is it a coincidence or is it implying something.

An Ye's smile widened, and he said, "So, can I start talking?"

The host immediately applauded: "Of course, come on, please start—"

As he spoke, he immediately turned off the lights of the old castle again, only the candlelight standing in the distance dimly illuminated the hall.

The dim light could only vaguely see the shaking shadows.

And in the dark place where the candlelight cannot reach, there seems to be a terrible ghost hidden, staring at the players with a sly smile——

The voice of the dark night also sounded at this time, "The story I want to tell..." He deliberately dragged out his voice, and continued: "It's a story related to the headless ghost."

Kiwi tensed up again.

Han Meimei stared at An Ye closely, with unprecedented defense in her expression.

"I have a friend who has become very strange recently. He always said that his neck hurts. The most terrifying thing is that there is a line on his neck that looks like it has been pulled out by a rope, although it is not very obvious." An Ye said Here, the smile widens.

"He suspected that his wife strangled himself with a rope in the middle of the night, and the purpose was probably to kill him. He became more and more paranoid, and his neck hurt day by day."

"He started arguing with his wife, but she always swears that she didn't strangle him with a rope, otherwise, he would not still be alive and well."

"The tears of his wife made him shake, and he began to think, did he really misunderstand? Most importantly, what his wife said was not unreasonable. If his wife really wanted to kill him, why is he still alive? It's fine."

"It's just that the marks on his neck are getting deeper and deeper. He decided to set the alarm clock in the middle of the night to expose his wife's bad behavior on the spot."

"When the alarm rang in the middle of the night, he opened his eyes suddenly and found a headless body strangling itself with a rope."

"And his neck was also slender and long by the rope. He screamed in horror. Under the moonlight, his frightened expression looked particularly twisted and beautiful."

When An Ye spoke up to this point, her tone paused, revealing an expression that seemed to be recalled, with a look of madness and joy in it, and said in a low voice, "That feeling is wonderful."

Kiwi looked at the dark night in horror, feeling a tremor inexplicably in his heart.

Because she actually felt—

The story An Ye told seemed to be like a personal experience, and it was not like a real story at all.

But, but how is it possible.

Xia Letian and Han Meimei looked at each other secretly, and they both felt solemn in each other's eyes.

The other group members were listening quietly. Due to the dim candlelight, Xia Letian could not clearly see everyone's subtle expressions hidden in the darkness.

But that's simply not possible.

Xia Letian is quite confident in the sensitivity of his five senses, even in the darkest night, he can still see clearly.

The dark night was still telling the story, with a slightly hoarse voice: "He wanted to scream loudly, but he couldn't, so he could only desperately turn his head to ask for help from his wife lying beside the bed, but he found out in horror -"

Kiwi almost screamed in fright, but because of the lesson from last time, she immediately covered her mouth, her eyes widened and she held her breath, her whole body was extremely cold.

"It was discovered that his wife had only one head left, but her body disappeared. It was at this moment that he suddenly realized that he was pinching his own headless body, wearing his wife's clothes—"

"He tried his best to break free, but he felt that his eyes were getting dark, and finally his consciousness was completely plunged into darkness. When he woke up again, he found that his wife was dead, and only one head remained, just like what he saw last night. Like that."

"And his wife's body seemed to have evaporated out of thin air, disappeared, and he still had nothing, and the mark on his neck disappeared, as if everything was just his illusion."

"When he told me these words, he still had lingering fears, saying that he still couldn't figure out why his wife's body disappeared, let alone why his wife wanted to kill him."

"My story is over."

An Ye's smile widened, with a hint of creepiness.

The group members immediately applauded uncontrollably, and the host did the same, and praised: "No wonder you are so confident, this story is really wonderful!"

The lights of Death Castle came on again.

All the members of the group showed expressions of admiration, and looked at the dark night with admiring eyes.

The host said: "Now I'm a little worried about the person who will tell the story later. I have to say that this story is really wonderful." He said, looking at Jerry, "But now it's time for you to tell the story. are you ready?"

Before Jerry could answer, the host said again: "If you continue to make excuses for procrastinating, then I will punish you."

Jerry shuddered, suppressing his fear and forced a smile: "I, I'm ready."

An Ye crossed Erlang's legs, smiled and said to Jerry, "Come on."

Jerry wiped the cold sweat off his brow, tremblingly said: "I, I will."

The castle lights dimmed again.

The eyes hidden in the darkness were all focused on Jerry, and only the faint sound of breathing could be heard in the silent castle.

There were still only nineteen shadows swaying on the wall, and the missing one was sitting there listening to a story.

Xia Letian leaned back on the chair, frowning and staring at An Ye's somewhat unclear face. The faces of other group members were still shrouded in darkness, and the details could not be discerned.

Xia Letian shifted his gaze again, looking at Han Meimei and Kiwi, every detail of their faces hidden in the darkness was clearly visible.

Xia Letian's pupils shrank, and he stared at the dark night again suddenly, feeling a little horrified in his heart.

Could it be that--

Is An Ye's identity also a ghost? ! ! !

Including these group members who are sitting here and preparing to tell stories—are they all ghosts?

The so-called wonderful stories they tell are actually about the process of killing themselves.

and many more.

— Masquerade.

Xia Letian suddenly realized what this masquerade ball meant.

Damn.

I didn't realize this until now.

The masquerade ball requires everyone who participates to wear a mask. If the real identity of all the group members participating in the ball is a ghost-then they have already put on the mask.

And the phrase "people with your personality...how so" actually hinted that these people are ghosts! !

Because they are playing a "living person" mask with different personalities such as "cheerful" or "humorous".

This is the true meaning of "Masquerade Ball".

And the reason why no accidents have happened so far is probably because these ghosts treat the players who came to the dance party as the same kind as "living people".

Therefore, no matter how much the players act like living people, they will still not arouse the suspicion of these ghosts, but will feel that the role they are playing is very realistic.

Then the reason for the murder of this masquerade ball is likely to be that Li Gui will not be aware of his true identity, and the mission will be completed until the end of the masquerade ball.

However, there was another problem that made Xia Letian feel unbelievable.

Jerry's identity is obviously a player, why can't he see his face clearly like those ghosts.

unless……

This Jerry is a ghost! ! !

However, Jerry was with him from the beginning to the end. When was Jerry killed by the ghost?