Soon, in the night, the bonfire in the center suddenly ignited, illuminating the surroundings red.

At the same time, in addition to the walkway to the toilet, the lights on the other tents were also extinguished at this time.

A large circle outside the bonfire has also been laid out with blankets, large blankets, in a circle, you can sit at will, and the atmosphere suddenly rises.

After that, there were people, one by one.

In this bonfire party, the organizers did not engage in any bells and whistles, such as dancing around the bonfire and the like, they were still students in the end, and most of them were still thin-skinned.

Therefore, after a lot of discussion and voting, the final vote was cast for the activity of telling ghost stories.

Everyone has a number plate, and the host is in the box above, randomly selected, and the person who is selected will tell a ghost story in public, can give an impromptu speech, or use a mobile phone to check information.

But there is one thing that cannot be repeated.

And if you are really good at talking about this, you can also perform a talent at the same time, and it can be regarded as passing.

For the students, in fact, the story is not scary, but secondly, the key is this lively atmosphere, the wilderness, the campfire, the companions, these elements alone are already very interesting.

Even if it hasn't officially started, many people's faces are already red, and they don't know if it's the fire or the excitement.

"Zhao Cheng, are you afraid?"

Next to Zhao Cheng, Zhao Xiaoxiang pulled Zhao Cheng's sleeve, and his tone was a little excited.

"I feel that with so many of us, the ghost should be afraid of us."

Zhao Cheng couldn't help but complain.

If you want to say that in those ghost movies, there are usually three or five people who go to the wilderness in the middle of the night to die.

And in front of me, there are more than 100 people, and there is a bright bonfire, which is no longer a ghost scary, but a person scary ghost.

This place, if there really are any ghosts, they belong to this, frightening the aborigines.

"Zhao Cheng, let me tell you, I have prepared a super scary ghost story, don't be scared to wet the bed when you go to bed."

Zhao Xiaoxiang snorted lightly, and then said.

When Zhao Cheng heard this, he thought of Zhao Xiaoxiang's activity in family ghost stories in the early years, and was scared by the ghost stories told by his mother to dare not go to the toilet alone, and he was a little suspicious of the "super horror" in her mouth.

However, thinking of some previous things, Zhao Cheng also had to admire his mother's ability to tell stories, and she was always able to tell the fake as if it were true.

In retrospect, when he was still young, he was also frightened, and when he slept, he didn't dare to give birth to his feet out of the bed.

Thinking of this, Zhao Cheng couldn't help but smile.

"What are you laughing at?!"

Zhao Xiaoxiang saw Zhao Cheng's smile and pushed Zhao Cheng.

"Something funny comes to mind."

"I still remember when someone was so scared that he didn't dare to go to the toilet."

Zhao Cheng said.

"Humph!"

Zhao Xiaoxiang hummed and slapped Zhao Cheng.

"That's because I'm young and ignorant, do you know what is called thirty years of Hedong, thirty years of Hexi, don't bully girls to be poor, it's all 2022, you still look at me with old eyes, Zhao Cheng, let me tell you, your road is narrow."

"Don't bully the poor girl, don't bully the middle-aged poor, don't bully the old and poor, the dead are the great?!"

Zhao Cheng made a joke.

And just as they were talking, a furry paw slapped Zhao Xiaoxiang once, and then slapped it again.

"Who!"

"Ahh

Zhao Xiaoxiang looked back, and before he finished speaking, he screamed.

It turned out that just as she turned her head, she saw a monkey face with a hideous face, facing her own face.

Her whole body was so agitated that she almost jumped.

Then she heard a familiar laugh coming from inside the monkey's face.

"Hahaha, Xiaoxiang, your guts are so small."

Yang Shiyun took off her hood and smiled happily.

Yang Shiyun, a girl, looks like a lady in front of strangers, but in front of acquaintances, she is very interesting.

"It's as if you're very bold, if we had switched roles just now, your reaction would definitely be greater than mine."

Zhao Xiaoxiang snorted coldly.

"So, what's your ghost story about?"

Zhao Xiaoxiang asked.

"I'm not very good at telling stories or something, especially ghost stories, so if it's really my turn, I'll go up and play a song for everyone."

"Piano, I'm still good at it."

Yang Shiyun squatted down next to Zhao Xiaoxiang, with one hand in the air, flicking it in the air, and his fingering was light and steady.

"Brother, what about you, are you prepared?"

Yang Shiyun asked, not ignoring Zhao Cheng.

"It shouldn't be a problem."

Zhao Cheng said, while speaking, the content of many miscellaneous books he had read in the past, which contained supernatural ingredients, quickly went over in his heart.

If you read a lot of books, you will naturally become proficient in making up this kind of thing.

Soon, everyone sat down, some were prepared, and even prepared hoods and even doll costumes early, and for a while, this small place actually had the feeling of a group of demons dancing around.

At the same time, the outermost large speaker was also turned on, and there was a strange background music in it.

As for the host Li Qingmeng, at this time, he even changed into a classic white-clothed female ghost dressed in a film and television drama, and her face was also painted with weird makeup, but Rao is like this, Li Qingmeng dressed as a female ghost, at a glance, it is not terrifying, but a kind of beauty.

It turns out that the real beautiful girl never behaves in any way, and she is very down-to-earth.

As for those who put on the shelf, they are obviously not beautiful girls, just some demons and monsters.

After that, Li Qingmeng cleared his throat and directly announced the start of the show, and then the lottery began.

The first one on the stage was a boy, and this boy, wearing a white sheet with two holes, thought it was a ghost and started his performance directly.

At the same time, there was silence in the room, except for the light and shadow of the campfire, and the strange tones coming from the stereo, and then the boy's low-voiced storytelling.

This is a story called White Shadow, which is not a specialty of Yanhuang, but a story that is very famous abroad.

And with the boy's story, the atmosphere also became subtle, and the boy, only when he told it well, knew that he suddenly found that many people were staring at him in horror.

His body stiffened suddenly, his voice also stopped suddenly, and a chill rose from his heart.

"Are you talking about me?!"

A burst of sound, as if a knife cutting glass, sounded from behind him, and a faint chill came from behind him.

"Ahh

With a scream, he stopped telling the story and jumped straight into the crowd.

Immediately after, there was a burst of laughter, and the frightened faces before were still a little frightened at this moment.

When the boy turned around, he saw one of his friends, holding a rechargeable silent blow dryer that could blow cold air in one hand, and a mobile phone playing a recording in the other.

Seeing the boy turn his head, he forcibly suppressed his smile and spread his hands while pinching something.

It turned out that when he was telling the story, his friend touched his back and used body language to get everyone to cooperate, which led to this good show.