As a result, a group performance dressed as a bunch of ghosts in the room successfully succumbed to Song Xuxu's violence, and even the script prepared by the program team at the beginning was directly announced to be offline before it was interpreted.

The director in the background was about to be angry when he saw this, pointed to Song Xuxu in the camera, and gritted his teeth: "When did she hide the murder weapon on her body?" ”

A few staff members next to him hurriedly shook their heads, you didn't even know what you were staring at her, how could they know?!

In fact, Song Xuxu really had a temporary idea about hiding the murder weapon, if it weren't for the fact that she met the female ghost group performance in the courtyard before, she wouldn't have thought about carrying self-defense tools with her at all.

Of course, in front of the photographer, she can't openly hide the wooden stick in her sleeve, after all, it is a murder weapon, and she must have to carry someone behind her back.

At this time, Song Xuxu was lying on the threshold of the main house of the ghost house, crawling out, and kicking the bunch of group performers holding her legs behind her with her feet, almost crying, "I said you can't let me go?" Isn't it good for everyone to go their own way? ”

She was really convinced by these group performances, and if she couldn't beat them, she would play a scoundrel, and she directly hugged her legs and didn't let her go.

The group performers didn't speak, they only knew: You smashed our script and wanted to leave, it was impossible!

Song Xuxu said it badly, but she still couldn't persuade this group of stubborn group performers to quit, but they all put on more resentful eyes and stared at her, their appearance was already terrifying, and with such an expression, God knows how funny it was.

So when Yu Sheng and another surviving artist found Song Xuxu, they were almost not laughed at by the scene in front of them.

"I said Song Xuxu, you are having a great time, and you actually received such a large number of ...... Imp follower? Yu Sheng squatted in front of Song Xuxu, glanced at the group of performers behind her who were always holding her thighs, and said jokingly.

Song Xuxu's face turned green, "Don't mention it, hurry up and pull me." ”

Yu Sheng thought of something, his eyebrows lit up, and he said, "Wait a minute, don't worry." ”

After speaking, he stood up, turned his back on Song Xuxu, dug out his clothes, and finally took out the mobile phone hidden in the private place for a long time.

Then, Yu Sheng turned around, and when Song Xuxu didn't react, he took a picture of each from various angles.

"Yes, it's memorable." Yu Sheng looked at the photos on his phone with a smile.

Song Xuxu: "............"

MMP！

It's a devil, isn't it? Absolutely?!!

Backstage Program Group: "............"

, how did this issue come up with this kind of strange collection of props?!!

￣□￣｜｜

Yu Sheng put away his mobile phone, and then glanced at Fang Huai, another artist next to him, one stepped forward to save people, and the other stepped forward to drag ghosts.

When the backstage director saw the picture in the camera, he was so angry that he didn't want to speak at all, and finally had to grit his teeth and order the group actors to let them go.

After Song Xuxu finally broke free from the confinement of the group performance, the whole person almost ran out with a roll, as if he was afraid that these people would catch up again.

As soon as he ran out of the gate of the house, Song Xuxu's footsteps were stunned.

Yu Sheng and Fang Huai, who were following her, saw her stop, and couldn't help but stop and look at her.

Yu Sheng: "What's wrong?" ”

Song Xuxu patted his head with a slightly distressed expression, "It's not much, it just seems that something has been ignored by me." ”

Fang Huai: "Huh...... Does it matter? ”

Song Xu thought for a moment and shook his head, "It shouldn't be important...... Right? ”