"Little friend, what's your name?" Zhao Song asked casually. He seemed to be trying to ease his fear by chatting.
"What's your name?"
"Zhao Song. Let me introduce myself. I'm a freelance writer. I write about the supernatural. I'm a little famous in the industry. I've come to this godforsaken place to collect materials. I thought that this place was just a little creepy from the rumors on the internet. Who would've thought … "
Zhao Youyue felt that this Zhao Song should be called Zhao Coward. If he played "PlayerUnknown's Battleground," he would be the best at hiding. There were all sorts of Voldemort and Phantom Tanks. It was not impossible for him to get the chicken dinner with zero kills.
However, as the saying goes, "The more experienced you are, the more timid you become." Perhaps it was precisely because he had encountered many supernatural incidents during the process of collecting materials that he chose to retreat whenever things went south. He did not expect to be too late this time. It was also possible that from the moment they entered this village, they could no longer follow the original path.
Feng Men Village, Feng Men Village. The door was sealed. How could they leave through the door?
"I'm just a passerby. I lost my way. I don't know how I ended up here," Zhao Youyue answered seriously.
Zhao Song felt that it was quite appropriate to describe this skinny girl as a passerby. How else could she be so easily ignored? At the same time, he felt that there was an indescribable sense of mystery about this girl …
Just as he turned around, he wanted to tease the passersby. Most passersby had an aura of invincibility, especially the kind of spectators who were in charge of commentating. Such spectators were the most common in fantasy novels. The main character and the antagonist had already fought to the point where heaven and earth were collapsing, but the passersby spectators could still brag and commentate from the side. At the start, they did not have high hopes for the main character, thinking that the main character was doomed for sure. In the end, when the main character defeated the antagonist, these spectators went into an uproar again. How could this be?
Therefore, do not underestimate the passerby. When a passerby was arrogant, they could also be called Brother Lu. Brother Lu would never bow down.
But at this moment, what did Zhao Song see?
He saw a person in a dark blue robe. She was clinging tightly to the right rear window of his SUV. She had long black hair, her eyes were rolled back, and there was something black flowing out of her mouth. This black thing was her blood …
Then, he heard the voice of a woman singing an opera. It was so terrifying that it sent chills down his spine!
Her face had been completely deformed. There were no words to describe how miserable her face was!
When Zhao Song saw this thing that was undoubtedly a female ghost, she just stared at him as if she had found her prey. She was grinning maliciously …
F * ck, why was she sticking to the back window and staring at him instead? Wasn't that girl closer to her? Was she blind?
At this moment, Zhao Song wished he had the halo of a passerby!
Zhao Youyue saw Zhao Song turn around. Just as he was about to say something, he stared at the window beside her with a horrified look on his face. Zhao Youyue was amused. What was he doing? Was he trying to put on an act?
Out of curiosity, Zhao Youyue tilted her head and looked at the window. She saw the ancient building through the window. What ghost?
She was really mischievous as she directly rolled down the car window …
"No!" Zhao Song was in despair, thinking that the female ghost was going to take his blood. He hugged his head and waited for death. After a long time, he realized that nothing had happened.
"What's wrong? Did you see a ghost? Tell me, what does it look like … "Zhao Youyue asked curiously.
Only then did Zhao Song let go of his hands. When he turned around again, there was no singing female ghost. He only saw a beautiful girl who claimed to be a passerby with a black cat in her arms.
At the same time, he saw the black cat sleeping soundly in the girl's arms. He could not help but sigh in relief. Based on his rich paranormal experience, the real body of the ghost should not have come. It was just a simple trick to create an illusion. The goal was to increase his sense of fear and absorb his fear, causing his sanity to fall lower and lower. Finally, he completely fell into the illusion and had a mental breakdown. He felt that he had been killed by the ghost, but in reality, from the perspective of a normal person, he had died of suicide. Of course, it was a very strange suicide.
Why was he so familiar with this trick?
Of course, this was because this theory was often used by supernatural authors. However, familiarity was one thing. When the time came, how could he not be afraid?
In fact, when he realized that his car could no longer drive out of this strange village, he felt weak. Naturally, the ghost took the initiative to find him.
In fact, many people would have similar experiences. The more they thought about ghosts, the more afraid they would feel. They would even feel cold all over. At night, they would always feel that there was someone standing outside the window. When they took a closer look, they would realize that it was actually just the clothes hanging out to dry. Still, they would feel very nervous …
Sometimes, psychological suggestion was really scary. It would infinitely magnify one's fear.
For an onlooker like Zhao Youyue, who was more curious than anything else, ghosts and monsters were just tools to please her. Of course, this was because she was a mysterious observer. She was doing the same thing as "Altair," and she was powerful. So, of course, she was not afraid.
Zhao Song simply rolled down all the windows. Only then did he realize that the sun had disappeared. The sky had become gloomy. In order to force himself not to be afraid, he could only choose to talk nonsense with the naive passerby girl. He successfully sold his theory that ghosts could absorb the power of fear and then harm people …
"Interesting … If only I could absorb fear too." Zhao Youyue commented.
This is interesting! You're really going to die!
Are you a human or a ghost?!
Zhao Song cursed in his heart. If Zhao Youyue could hear him, she would definitely say, "I'm just a passerby who's interested."
Zhao Song had no choice but to continue driving back to the backpacker group's campsite. Only then did he realize that they had already moved into the ancient mansion where the armchair was located …
Zhao Song really wanted to curse. Why was it that every time he returned after leaving for a while, he realized that this group of people had become even more suicidal?
At this time, it was already late. What else could Zhao Song do? He could only bite the bullet and enter. No matter what, of course, it was safer to have more people. At the same time, he would not have to die.
When everyone saw that Zhao Song had returned, they were naturally surprised. They all asked for the reason. At the same time, they still subconsciously ignored Zhao Youyue …
Of course, Zhao Song would not say that he could not return the way he came. He had even encountered a ghost hitting the wall, and a female ghost sticking to the window. Other than adding to the fear, what else could this do?
At the same time, he had his own selfish motives. Since he knew that there were ghosts here, of course, he would take precautions … Others would be defenseless.
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