The rich second generation catches demons and evil in the entertainment circle [Rebirth]

Playing God and Playing Ghosts [-]rd Zhong Sheng: Jiang Yiming is really his painkiller.

Zhang Yuming was stimulated by the colossal monster that was following closely behind him, so he rushed to the front in one breath, leading the group of people and ran back to the bar in a panic.

"Don't go in that direction!" As soon as Jiang Yiming finished speaking, Zhang Yuming turned his head and ran into the corner of the bar. Behind him was Fang Xia, who also ran in. No one noticed him in a hurry What are you shouting.

On the contrary, Jiang Yiming and Zhong Sheng lagged behind the two boys and only ran ahead of Zhang Hanyu - after all, the two boys were young and energetic, and they were not injured.

Zhang Hanyu fell behind Jiang Yiming and Zhong Sheng. I don't know if Jiang Yiming and Zhong Sheng took care of her speed and kept the distance from them so that she could at least barely keep up with them. to an arm's length.

She could see most clearly that Jiang Yiming and Zhong Sheng were both wounded, bloody and not at all like special effects makeup, and her heart tightened.

"What, what should I do?" Zhang Hanyu followed behind, with a faint cry in her voice. She didn't dare to look back, and she didn't know what the monster that made Zhang Yuming run to the front looked like, and whether it was still closely behind them. .

"What else can I do?" Jiang Yiming's voice was cold, and the speed of his feet did not slow down, and he also ran into the corner ramp of the bar.

Seeing this, Zhang Hanyu hurriedly followed.

The group returned to the bar just like that, Zhang Hanyu was the last to come in, and immediately turned around and closed the two glass doors of the bar tightly.

Although the two glass doors looked quite thick, and it took a lot of effort for the little girl to push them, they couldn't help but hit them at all, and it was estimated that they would be scrapped if they hit them.

I don't know what use Zhang Hanyu can use to close it with so much effort.

As soon as the little girl turned her head, she saw Zhang Yuming and Fang Xia looking at herself in despair and speechless: "What's the use of closing it? It... it's coming... the door can't close it..."

Hearing the words, the little girl looked at Jiang Yiming helplessly, and asked as if to verify: "Really?"

But before Jiang Yiming could answer, Chen Hening, who was always standing at the bar, said, "Welcome back, my guests."

"I think you can all forgive a host who is trying to get back a guest who came without asking and left without asking, so he even has to use some drastic means to get his guest back, And give a small punishment to punish the guest who took the lead to make an example." Chen Hening said unhurriedly.

"All casualties were not within my expectations. Regarding the bloodshed that has occurred, I can only say that I am also very sorry." Chen Hening looked at Jiang Yiming and the others with a sincere expression.

—and even danced across the air with his peaked cap, and made a funny and inappropriate salute, like a clown who is doing a ridiculous and parody imitation of a western gentleman.

Zhang Hanyu's eyes widened in disbelief: "You call this 'some excesses' and 'little punishment'!?"

Chen Hening looked at Zhang Hanyu, narrowed his eyes slightly, until he saw that the other party couldn't bear to move his eyes away first, then he raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction and smiled: "Yes, that's right. So from now on, do you all understand? ?—You are to stay here until all the stories are told before you can leave."

"Then what about their injuries?" Zhang Hanyu asked, pointing at Jiang Yiming and Zhong Sheng, "Mr. Zhong...the wound on Mr. Zhong's back, why don't we stop the bleeding quickly?!"

Jiang Yiming pursed his lips tightly, with an ugly expression on his face.

He had already dealt with the injury on Zhong Sheng's back as soon as the accident happened, but when he ran later, he inevitably broke away from the wound again.

He told Zhong Sheng to turn his back to him.

Zhong Sheng looked at the young master's gloomy face, but he didn't bargain, and turned around obediently, allowing young master Jiang to do something behind his back.

"My mother! Such a long wound!" Zhang Yuming saw it clearly, took a breath and cried out.

Fang Xia had never seen such a large area of ​​injury, so he hurriedly looked around for cameras.

He found a camera position, grasped both sides, and pointed the camera at himself: "No, no, this is already an accident on the show. We request to suspend the recording! Request immediate medical attention! Urgent bandage!"

"Did you hear that! We demand to stop the recording of the program immediately! We will not record it!" Fang Xia shook the camera vigorously, and his emotions gradually became agitated.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

For a while, the whole bar was full of these young people crying and howling.

Zhong Sheng twitched the corners of his mouth, he was the one who was injured, why did these people react as if they were injured like this?

[My God... is this also a script?Or the guests really can't stand it...]

[If this is a script, I suggest that they act in a TV series and movie for me immediately, and I can move back to the Oscar statuette]

[Fuck, they are really emotionally broken! ?So Zhong Zong and Mingming's injuries are real?Is it that monster? 】

[What is that monster! ?It can't be a savage! ? 】

[Isn't the monster prepared by the program team?Fuck I thought it was a human disguise]

[But the appearance of the monster itself has already broken the dimension? !Isn't this a live broadcast?Isn't it just in a B&B on the mountainside?Why did the monster run out? 】

[The program team is still doing stupidly?Is it possible to end the recording early?The guests are all injured! 】

[But obviously this live broadcast is still going on... If the program team didn't take any action, does that mean that these are actually under the control of the program team?Didn't meet the dangerous standard identified by the program group? 】

【Fuck True·Eating Human Blood Mantou Crew】

Zhang Yuming and others ran to several camera seats scattered in the bar, trying to communicate with the program group, hoping that the program group could suspend the recording of the program and let them leave this ghost place.

But beyond their expectations, no one responded to them, not even a single camera seat nodded or shook their heads at them, as if every machine was a pure display without any practical use.

"Everyone, please go back to your position. Since the game has already started, unless you find out who the 'murderer' is in advance, you have to follow the rules of the game. This game will not be considered until there is only the murderer and the only remaining guest. It's over, and you can leave this place. ——If you can still leave." Chen Hening gave these people a transitional time to vent their emotions, and then said, and gave everyone a malicious and threatening smile.

——When he saw Zhang Hanyu covering his mouth and crying, his smile grew wider.

Chen Hening's voice was very penetrating. At least under the collapse and shouts of the guests, he calmed down the scene and made everyone quiet and listen to him quietly.

"Okay, gentlemen here, your wounds are nothing compared to the wounds of another lady who is still hanging on the wall, let's continue our chat." Chen Hening said, he paused, Added, "Otherwise I'm not sure if the lady is still alive when you go out after all the stories."

Zhang Hanyu and the others gasped in unison again.

Jiang Yiming ignored him, and checked Zhong Sheng's wound on his own.

He didn't want to hear what happened to others now.

The fingertips stroked the wound on Zhong Sheng's back very lightly. This wound was when they first entered the secret door. No one expected that such a mechanism would suddenly attack them.

It was a thick blunt mallet with thorns, hanging so high on the ceiling, when the secret door was pushed open by them, the mallet danced towards them.

The mechanism was too fast and the space was too narrow. If there was only one person, Jiang Yiming could still escape.

Jiang Yiming wanted to fight back, but he didn't expect Zhong Sheng, who was also in the darkness, to react faster than him, and directly pressed him down and pressed him hard in his arms.

Jiang Yiming heard it especially clearly. There was a "thud", the sound of the stab piercing into the flesh, which made his eyes turn red suddenly.

After the first attack on the mallet, there was a buffer to swing it back again. This time, Jiang Yiming had time to prepare, and seven ancient coins strung on the red string in his sleeve slipped out of his palm, and stood there in a blink of an eye. Standing up, they are arranged into swords, extremely hard, cutting iron like mud.

When Zhong Sheng suffered that blow, it actually hurt so much that his eyes turned black from the pain.

The sharp stab pierced into the muscle on the back, and created such a long wound, it hurts so much that anyone wants to curse.

Then Zhong Sheng went over the appearance of Young Master Jiang in his mind, first he was a child with three heads and a round body, then he was a teenager when he grew up, and then he was a handsome and unforgiving young man.

After going through it over and over again, the sharp pain at first turned into dull numbness later.

Jiang Yiming is really his painkiller.

As soon as the secret door was opened, there was an extremely suffocating stench rushing forward from inside—this strong smell that almost blinded people's eyes, maybe it was also the reason why Jiang Yiming didn't judge the mechanism so quickly. The big factor—after they eliminated all the dangerous elements, they didn't see what was piled inside.

——Innumerable corpses, it is unbelievable that these corpses, which are almost bones and some are only half-decomposed, are densely piled up in this villa, but when Jiang Yiming and Zhong Sheng came last time, there was no trace of them. aware.

Even this time, it was because they chased Zhang Xihan to the vicinity of the third floor that Jiang Yiming suddenly felt a very faint and unusual aura, which came out from the cracks in the wall.

——The last time they stayed here, they never went to the third floor of the villa, so they missed such a discovery by mistake.

When Jiang Yiming and Zhong Sheng were chased by the monster in the dark room and found another exit by accident, they found themselves on the second floor, while Zhang Xihan, who had disappeared on the third floor, was hanging on the On the wall at the end of the corridor on the first floor.

"That's not right." Jiang Yiming took the first aid kit that Zhang Yuming stuffed into him—it was taken away by Zhang Yuming when he searched the front desk before—while re-bandaging Zhong Sheng's medicine, he frowned and repeated what he had just said. See everything you encounter.

"If the thing we met in the darkroom, including the one that later appeared in the hallway, is real...it has such a large footsteps, and it suddenly appeared in the darkroom, but we didn't notice it beforehand? This is not normal. "Jiang Yiming said.

At that time, the situation was a bit chaotic. First, the agency made them both suffer, especially Zhong Sheng’s injuries were not clear, which directly disturbed all of Jiang Yiming’s mind. They couldn't get back to their senses for a while, but at this moment, the mountain-like monster suddenly appeared, so coincidentally, they subconsciously started running away before they had time to think.

And the direction in which the monster was chasing them was to drive them into the bar, and now, the monster had disappeared again.

Thinking about it, Jiang Yiming raised his eyes to look at Chen Hening, and Chen Hening's squinting eyes were also staring at him.

Chen Hening smiled at him, as if he knew everything, but didn't say anything.

Chen Hening said to Zhang Hanyu: "Okay, it's your turn to tell the story."

Zhang Hanyu showed an expression that was about to cry, she squeezed the phone tightly, the screen of the phone lit up, and the first paragraph jumped out.

She said in a hoarse voice: "What I want to tell is also the story of a friend of mine."