Blue-gray arms slipped out of the closet, and a foul-smelling smell leaked out like salted fish going bad.

The crowd was silent.

Then the body was poured out of the closet and got up from the ground again.

"Lived, he lived!"

Dai Hao hugged the nervous three and tried to draw courage.

It's a pity that Zhang San is also afraid.

Zhang San didn't take a step, and Dai Hao followed suit.

The six gods who were close to the wardrobe took out the sheets with their hands, throwing, covering, and tying them, and the movements were done in one go.

Crowd: Applause

Even if the bed sheet is used to restrain the living corpse, it cannot cover the pungent stench.

"No, I'm dying!"

Dai Hao put his hands on the ground, and his cheeks became sour from retching too much.

He shuddered and took out a potted chrysanthemum from his pocket, still the white kind.

The chrysanthemum shook wildly, and the petals kept growing.

Belch~

The chrysanthemum burped and covered her stamen with a leaf, just like the posture of a little daughter's house.

The originally turbid air in the room gradually became fresher, Dai Hao took a deep breath, and came back to life full of blood on the spot.

Wen Ning took her envious gaze away from the pot of chrysanthemums with difficulty, "It's time for the next story." ”

"I'll tell you."

Zhang San, who had dropped the line, finally re-registered.

His lips flickered, "Have you ever heard of combing your hair in the middle of the night?" ”

Zhang San clenched the candle and told this familiar horror story.

A mirror quietly appeared on the empty table in room 2, and the chair under the table was pulled open without being touched, and the cushions on the chair surface were recessed as if someone were sitting on it.

The wooden comb appeared out of thin air, moving up and down in the air at an even speed, as if someone was holding it to comb its hair.

The moment Zhang San blew out the candle, a strange face appeared on the mirror.

He leaned twice in the direction of Wen Ningzai, his forehead covered with dense sweat.

Zhang San licked his dry lips, pretended to be calm, and looked up at the ceiling at 45 degrees.

His appearance fell in Dai Hao's eyes, and he had the most dick look.

According to the template in the setting, four words popped up in Dai Hao's heart: worthy of him.

He learned Zhang San's movements to look at the ceiling, and without waiting for others to ask who would pick up the story, Dai Hao spoke: "At midnight, have you ever heard such a sound in your ears?"

In order to fit the story, Dai Hao deliberately changed his voice, "back... Depend on... Back ......"

Short three words, like a hammer striking people's hearts.

He was about to add 100 million details to this story when he heard a "back-to-back ......"

This voice is not as deliberate as Dai Hao's, it is real.

The owner of the voice is like leaning against your back, leaning against your ear and whispering.

Dai Hao is stuck, and his brain is down.

Wen Ning couldn't find the source of the sound, but according to the previous three times, the specific location of the owner of the voice was all based on the story told by Dai Hao.

She always felt that this quest was for players to restock.

The player is an ATM machine, reading the card and spitting out money.

"Emma, hurry up and protect your body in the barrage, this voice scares the baby to death!"

"Who knows, family, as soon as the sound of me going to the toilet came out, my everything was clipped."

"Enough upstairs, I actually have a picture."

The atmosphere that was originally terrifying was dispersed the moment Wen Ning saw the barrage.

That's probably the outsider's happiness.

But the temperature around me gradually decreased, and you could see a cloud of white gas when you breathed casually.

Wen Ning hugged Manshu tightly, warming each other while not forgetting to remind Dai Hao: "Hurry up and end the story." ”

Ding~ Your friend Dai Hao has gone offline!

Lemon: (╯▔Dish▔)╯

She was angry and the consequences were severe.

"Woo, it's so cold~"

Wen Ning suddenly cried, and Manshu was shocked.

Under Manshu's stunned gaze, Wen Ning got up and walked towards Dai Hao, clasped his shoulders and shook wildly.

"Be sober!"

Dai Hao:((((φ(◎ロ◎; )φ)))

He had the pain of being forced to go online.

"It's been ten years since the ants raced!"

Dai Hao:(+_+),

In a whirlwind, he suddenly came back to his senses, "What? Ant? Where do ants come from? ”

When the drowsy head got used to it, Dai Hao's eyes appeared in front of him with tears in his eyes.

Her eyelashes were filled with tears, her eyes were filled with anger, her body was slender, and her arms trembled slightly.

Instantly, Dai Hao felt a little itchy on the tip of his nose.

He stretched out his hand to wipe it, it was wet and hot, and when he lowered his eyes, it was blood!

I'm dizzy, dizzy!

His eyes were 'X' shaped, his tongue sticking out, and he looked like 'I'm dead'.

"Wait, don't faint!"

Wen Ning spoke anxiously, and when she saw Dai Hao drop again, she gritted her teeth and slapped the other party.

"Who is it? Who hit me! ”

Dai Hao woke up and filled his upper lip with his mouth.

Coincidentally, he licked his nosebleed, and he smacked his lips twice, "Why does it smell of rust!" ”

He seemed to realize something, and when he was about to pass out again, Wen Ning's eyes quickly held his eyelids.

"Zhang San, up!"

"Okay!"

Zhang San reflexively replied to Wen Ning's words.

He was silent for a long time, and then said, "Sister Ning, what are you going to do." ”

"Bring the candle to his mouth, and he will faint or blow out the candle."

This operation will make the people present can't be rectified.

The barrage also exploded.

"Is this okay?"

『66666』

『99999』

"I reported that someone is stuck in this bug."

"Dai Hao: I'm fainting but not completely fainting"

"New, this girl is pretty good."

"No, no, no, Wen Ling is just a fragile little white flower, not that powerful."

"Dai Hao: No one speaks for me"

The dense barrage covered Zhang San's eyes.

Zhang San held the candle and only leaned towards Dai Hao's mouth.

Hua Ye closed his eyes, Liushen lowered his hat, Manshu turned his head sideways, Lu Meimei whistled, and Lu Liang lowered his head and broke his fingers.

The barrage paused for a moment.

After Wen Ning saw Zhang San's movements clearly, she let go of Dai Hao's eyes and bowed deeply to him.

The organization will not forget your sacrifice!

Zhang San was silent for three seconds, and hurriedly helped Dai Hao up, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stuff the candle into your mouth!" ”

Dai Hao burst into tears.

My young tame has put the candle in my mouth, what can I do, of course, pet.

In the midst of Dai Hao's whimpering weeping, the next story began.

In just one hour, Wen Ning listened to seven horror stories.

From the cat-faced old lady to the murder in the bedroom; From combing your hair in the middle of the night to back to back; From urban weirdness to campus weird talk to anecdotes of the Republic of China.

Room 2 has become a strange home inside and out.

The balcony belongs to the cat-faced old lady, the wardrobe belongs to the living corpse who has been tied, the table belongs to the combing of hair in the middle of the night, the air belongs to the back-to-back sound, the toilet belongs to the midnight bell, the door belongs to the slapping ball, and the window belongs to the slippery ghost.

In order to resist these strange invasions, Hua Ye, Lu Meimei, Liushen, and Dai Hao are almost at the bottom of their props.

There is still a horror story left, but Wen Ning knows that all the stories that can be told have been told.

She can't wait to take out her phone and post on a certain call now.

The reserve of horror stories is urgent, are there any unpopular stories?

Urgent, online, etc.