There was still an hour before the noon meal, and the photographer couldn't help but gloat and thought: clip, tell you to use the money to clip the doll, I'll see where you get the money to eat in a while.

At the beginning, the program team confiscated all the wallets, cards and the like in order to prevent people from bringing their own money.

And it's strange that these two people didn't even have a penny on them.

Looking at the doll in his arms, looking at the young man's confident appearance, Mo Yu suddenly guessed what the other party was going to do.

Set up a stall to sell dolls!

Yes! You heard it right, set up a stall to sell dolls.

Damn, it's okay, the photographer almost burst into foul language.

Watching Wan Zexi and Mo Yu put the good-looking and delicate dolls in order one by one, the photographer thought: There are so many dolls sold here, you can definitely sell them.

But what the photographer didn't expect was that there were a lot of people in this world.

"Wow, how did this doll sell." Although a girl was holding a doll in her hand, her eyes kept looking at the teenager in front of her and asked.

I saw Wan Zexi say lazily: "Thirty yuan." ”

"Then I'll buy it." The little girl took out the money very heroically and handed it to Wan Zexi, and before leaving, she didn't forget to sneak a glance at the boy and the girl next to her, thinking in her heart: These two people are really a good match.

And the photographer was once again dumbfounded and watched the process of this transaction, girl, girl, you just spent thirty yuan to buy it, don't you feel a loss?

It is clear that the photographer once again underestimated the power of Yan Kong.

Finally, the photographer's face went numb again.

The boy's doll was sold out, and in just ten minutes, the boy easily earned 600 yuan.

Photographers have never felt that money is so easy to make, and the world of looking at faces is too bullying.

"Zexi, let's go eat first!"

"Okay, I'll take you to a nice restaurant for a good meal." Wan Zexi raised his eyebrows and said.

As soon as Wan Zexi and Mo Yu stepped into the restaurant, they attracted the attention of many people.

The woman is cold and beautiful, the man is handsome and handsome, no matter where he sits, he is the focus of others' eyes.

Wan Zexi and Mo Yu didn't eat much, so they simply finished eating, then paid and left.

The photographer was still guessing where they were going next, until his face stiffened when he saw the word haunted house.

Suddenly want to curse, the haunted house here is notoriously scary, in the past, tourists came here to play resolutely will not enter the haunted house again, these two people will not really want to go in, right?

There is a saying that is a blessing or a curse, and a curse cannot be avoided!

Seeing that the two of them really walked in, the photographer had no choice but to follow his fate, because he still had to shoot, and he had to fight hard for work.

As soon as I entered, the gloomy atmosphere made people feel cold, and the photographer followed the two people in front of him closely, for fear of losing them.

The smog inside is very large, and it is easy to disperse if you are not careful.

The photographer is both curious and scared.

At this moment, Wan Zexi felt as if she was stepping on a slimy thing, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, lowered her eyes, and saw that under the gloomy and dim light, it was a bloody hand, with blue and black nails long oozing, and the skin was not normal skin but a blue and somewhat dark wrinkled skin, and if you looked closely, you could see the thin and unshapeable white bones.

"Real hands?" The boy stepped on it vigorously, and there was a sticky and creaking sound under his feet.

The photographer's face in the back turned a little white, and when he heard the "real hand", the hand of the anti-camera couldn't help but tremble slightly.

The living, it can't be the hands of the dead here, right?

For a while, the photographer's brain was opened.

"It's just a prop!" Mo Yu glanced at the thing lightly and said.

Seeing them continue to walk forward, the photographer passed by and closed his eyes and hurried after them.

Before I got far, I saw a lot of coffins in front of me, the coffins looked very shabby, and there were traces of blood that seemed to be scratched by people with long nails.

Watching the two people walk towards the coffin, the photographer's heart suddenly lifted, and just when he thought they would open the coffin, Wan Zexi and Mo Yu just glanced at it and looked away with disgust.

, it turns out that both of you have a habit of cleanliness, the photographer twitched the corners of his mouth speechlessly.

Just as Wan Zexi and Mo Yu were about to walk away, gusts of yin wind blew from the cracks in all corners.

The photographer couldn't help but shudder, and his originally somewhat relaxed mood suddenly became nervous again.

Suddenly, the photographer seemed to see something, "I'm dripping mom!" Ghost...... Ghosts! ”

Wan Zexi frowned, and just as he was about to look over, the coffin opened by itself, and the sound of "bang" was deafening.

"My mother is coming!!" The photographer felt that his heart was so stimulated that he wanted to faint when he saw the picture, but he persevered, unless he wanted to save his job.

"Skeletons?" Wan Zexi looked at the white and gloomy skeleton in the coffin with great interest.

"Xiao Yuyu, these skeletons are happy, and they have all kinds of postures." I saw that some of the skeletons were still stained with a little blood.

Mo Yu looked at it carefully, "It seems to be real blood." ”

What the? What the? True blood? The photographer was stunned.

The photographer looked at the very scary skull without tears, and he could feel that the empty and gloomy gaze of the skull seemed to be staring at him.

"Ahh Ghost! There really are ghosts! Glancing at the frightened shouting uncle, Wan Zexi's eyes looked over.

I saw a white ethereal shadow appear there, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Uncle, don't be so afraid, just pretend to be a ghost." After the young man said this lazily, he turned around and walked forward with Mo Yu.

I don't want to! It's really not my problem, these people will be scared as long as they see it, who knows that you two are as leisurely as you are in your own home.

Complaining in his heart, the photographer hurriedly followed.

Wan Zexi was surprised to find that the more he went inside, the thicker the fog inside became, and he could see what was underneath just now, but now he really can't see it.

At this moment, a faint black shadow seemed to flash.

The photographer of "......" only felt as if he was a little frozen, and the cold touch on his leg almost made him cry.

Wan Zexi seemed to feel something, and his long legs quickly kicked backwards, and the fog was blown away a little by the wind, revealing a blue face.

"Ahh Ahh I saw the face screaming with teeth and claws, and screaming strangely.

Photographer: "......" is speechless.

Wan Zexi twitched the corners of his mouth a little speechlessly, and then kicked his leg on the grimace with precision again.