When the three of them escaped from the ancient mansion, the people at the door who were watching the video on the computer immediately raised their heads.

"What's going on?"

Feng Yu asked loudly from afar.

The three people who fled back were out of breath and ran all the way to the front of everyone, only then did they hold their knees and gasp in shock.

Seeing them like this, the others immediately understood that they had encountered something unclean in the ancient mansion!

"Where's your captain?"

The young man with glasses sitting in front of the computer asked.

Qiao Shuang smiled bitterly.

"If nothing else, he should have had an accident."

The three of them told everything they had encountered in the first scene.

After hearing this, everyone's faces changed slightly.

"It seems that things are a little different from what we thought."

Cheng Xin, who was holding the heroine's script, said softly.

"If we shoot according to the script, the actor may not really die."

Meng Jun, who had rarely spoken, suddenly said:

"It's not easy to tell."

"After all, in the original script, there were no dead people in the first act."

"In the first scene of the play, the person who enters the room is just startled by the hand that suddenly stretched out from under the bed."

A man with five big and three rough also said:

"That's right, it remains to be seen."

"By the way, didn't you all go into that room to confirm the situation, you are already the one who entered the fourth blood door, why are you so careless?"

Gu Dai, who was pretending to be a ghost under the bed before, was a little annoyed and said:

"Hey, you can't talk with your brains, huh?"

"We don't have any life-saving ghost weapons, in case that ghost is still in the room at that time, if we go in, won't we fall into the net?"

"You're just expecting us to die?"

The big man frowned, but didn't reply.

Ning Qiushui looked up at the sky and said:

"Alright, let's organize some people, come with us to the cargo room of the old firewood house, and move the tent and food out......"

"It should be raining this day, so it's okay for us to get a little rain, if the computer is broken, everyone won't have to shoot."

Everyone glanced at each other, but they did not refuse Ning Qiushui's proposal.

The dark clouds above condensed and pressed a large area of black pressure, as if destroying the city, enveloping the entire mountain in it.

Everyone followed Ning Qiushui and the others into the ancient mansion, and soon came to the utility room where tents and food were stacked, and they all acted together to move these things out of the ancient mansion.

As the tents were opened, it wasn't long before the rain began to fall in the sky.

The rain was neither heavy nor light, but it did cause a lot of disturbance to everyone.

Fortunately, the people who came to step on the point before Menglong Company left them with a very complete set of things, including food and water, and some props for making a fire and cooking.

Jun Yuan, who had gone to explore the ancient mansion with Ning Qiushui and them before, also returned to the clearing at this time.

Neither of them looked very good-looking, and it was obvious that they had met something in the ancient mansion.

At this lunchtime, everyone ate in silence.

Ning Qiushui and the four of them sat in their tents, cooking a pot of luncheon meat and cabbage.

"Sister Bai, what are we doing in the afternoon?"

While eating, Feng Yu suddenly asked coldly.

Bai Xiaoxiao replied:

"Let's take a look at the next scene they shoot...... That scene is about to kill people. ”

"It's time for the first female partner to die."

"And I thought about it, according to the only clues so far, the body of the ghost should not be something from the ancient mansion...... It's probably the ones we brought with us. ”

Feng Yu stuffed a mouthful of luncheon meat into his mouth and said vaguely:

"What does Sister Bai mean...... What equipment was filmed? ”

Bai Xiaoxiao shook her head.

"Bloodgate doesn't give paradox hints."

"The cameras and computers we shoot will definitely not be the ghosts, after all, if we destroy these two things, there will be no way to carry out the mission."

"Even if we get rid of the ghost in the ancient mansion, there is no way to continue filming, and if we can't complete the task, we will be trapped here forever until we die......"

Feng Yu frowned.

"Is there a possibility, then, that the hint of the Blood Gate is a trap?"

Bai Xiaoxiao said:

"No, it won't."

"The more difficult the Blood Gate, the more important the tips above are, and the more useful it will be for the 'Tricksters' who enter the Blood Gate!"

"But under normal circumstances, there is no way to kill ghosts, and this blood gate gives us a way to get rid of ghosts, so it can only mean one thing......"

Ning Qiushui and Feng Yu both looked at Bai Xiaoxiao.

"What does it mean?"

Bai Xiaoxiao's originally charming face suddenly became a lot more serious.

"Explain the ghost in this bloody door...... It's going to be extra ferocious! ”

"Ordinary ghosts, the number of killings per day will not exceed three, most of the blood doors follow this rule, especially the first three, even the fourth to sixth blood doors, there are still more than ninety percent of them."

"But this door should be special, the number of people killed by that ghost in the old mansion every day...... There should be no limits! ”

Hearing this, the luncheon meat that Fengyu was about to clamp into his mouth almost fell directly to the ground!

"I rub, no limit?!"

Bai Xiaoxiao's tone was a little uncertain:

"Well, it feels like that...... But such a ghost is not completely unlimited, it should be killing people according to some kind of rules that we don't know yet. ”

No one thinks Bai Xiaoxiao's words are alarmist.

Both Ning Qiushui and Feng Yu knew in their hearts that sometimes the old man who often entered the bleeding door felt better than the evidence!

For example, many students with good English scores may sometimes forget some grammar rules, but their sense of language is often accurate!

Meng Jun, who had been eating with his head bored, suddenly burst out:

"Could it be...... Screenplay? ”

Hearing this, everyone stopped eating.

"Script...... Hey, it's possible! ”

Feng Yu's eyes widened, and he felt that Meng Jun's idea was to the point.

"We filmed according to the script, and in the script, except for the hero and heroine, everyone else is dead!"

"If that ghost in the ancient mansion killed people according to the script...... Doesn't it mean that the faster they shoot, the more dangerous we are?! ”

"No...... I've got to tell them that I can't let these guys go on filming any more! ”

As soon as Feng Yu stood up, he heard a woman's scream suddenly come from the tent not far away:

"Ahh

When the four of them heard the sound, they immediately put down the dishes and chopsticks and came outside against the rain curtain.

The others were also alarmed by the scream.

"What's going on?"

"I don't know, go check it out!"

They came to the outside of the tent where the screams were coming from.

The person who screamed was Cheng Xin.

She was huddled in a corner, shivering, soaking wet, like she had seen rain, and like she had seen something terrible!

Cheng Xin entered the blood gate alone, without teammates.

After everyone asked, Cheng Xin slowly raised his hand and pointed to the bubbling pot on the side.

Everyone looked at it, but they couldn't help but take a step back, and their faces turned pale.

In that pot...... There are a pair of miserable white human eyes rolling!

These eyes kept rolling, with a look of resentment, staring at them all the time!

At the same time, Cheng Xin, who was huddled in the corner, suddenly laughed sadly.

"Hehehehehe......"

Everyone looked sideways and saw that she actually took out a pair of blood-red scissors from behind her!

"This is not Cheng Xin!"

"Run!!"

I don't know who shouted, and everyone hurriedly fled.

And Cheng Xin, who was holding scissors, also slowly walked out of the tent, and looked coldly at the fleeing people through the hazy rain curtain......

pS: There are two more nights.