MTL - Rebirth: National Crown Prince-Chapter 54 haunted house

   Chapter 54 Haunted House

   There is still one hour before lunch. The photographer couldn't help but think gloatingly: clip, tell you to use the money to clip the doll, I'll see where you get the money to eat in a while.

  In the beginning, the program team confiscated wallet cards and the like to prevent anyone from bringing their own money.

   And what makes people feel strange is that these two people didn't have a penny on them.

   Looking at the doll in his arms, and seeing the boy's confident appearance, Mo Yu immediately guessed what the other party was going to do.

  Stand selling dolls!

Yes! You heard it right, set up a stall to sell dolls.

  Damn it, it's okay, the photographer almost swears.

   Watching Wan Zexi and Mo Yu arranging the beautiful and delicate dolls one by one, the photographer thought to himself: There are so many dolls for sale here, you are sure to sell them.

   But what the photographer did not expect is that there are a lot of people in this world who control their appearance.

   "Wow, how did you sell this doll?" A girl asked while holding the doll in her hand, but she kept looking at the boy in front of her.

  I saw Wan Zexi said lazily, "Thirty dollars."

   "Then I'll buy it." The little girl bravely took out the money and handed it to Wan Zexi. Before she left, she didn't forget to take a peek at the boy and the girl next to her, thinking in her heart: These two are really a good match.

   And the photographer looked at the process of the transaction in amazement again, girl, girl, you just spent 30 yuan to buy it, don't you think it's a loss?

   Obviously, the photographer once again underestimated the power of facial control.

   Finally, the photographer's face was numb again.

  The boy's doll was sold without any leftovers. In just ten minutes, the boy easily earned 600 yuan.

  The photographer has never felt that money is so easy to make, and the world of face-seeing is too bullying.

   "Ze Xi, let's go eat first!"

   "Okay, I'll take you to a nice restaurant for a good meal." Wan Zexi raised his eyebrows and said.

  Wan Zexi and Mo Yu attracted the attention of many people as soon as they stepped into the restaurant.

   Women are cold and beautiful, men are handsome and handsome, no matter where they sit, they are the focus of others' eyes.

  Wan Zexi and Mo Yu didn't eat a lot, so they simply finished eating and left.

  The photographer was still guessing where they were going next, until he saw the word haunted house, and his face suddenly stiffened.

   Suddenly wanted to scold people. The haunted houses here are notoriously scary. In the past, tourists who come here to play will definitely not enter the haunted house again. These two people will not really want to go in, right?

   There is a saying to say, it is a blessing not a disaster, it is a disaster that cannot be avoided!

   Seeing that the two of them really walked in, the photographer had to follow his fate, because he still had to shoot, so he had to work hard for work.

   As soon as I entered, the gloomy atmosphere made people feel chills, and the photographer followed the two people in front closely, for fear of being lost.

The smog inside    is very large, and it is easy to get lost if you are not careful.

  The photographer is both curious and scared.

At this moment, Wan Zexi felt as if she was stepping on something sticky. She raised her eyebrows slightly, looked down, and saw that under the gloomy and dark light, it was a **** hand. The blue-black nails are long and penetrating, and the skin is not normal skin, but green and somewhat dark wrinkled skin. If you look closely, you can see the thin and out of shape white bones.

   "Real hand?" The boy stepped on it hard, and there was a sticky "creak" sound under his feet.

The faces of the photographers behind    turned a little pale, and when they heard "real hands", the anti-camera hands couldn't help but tremble slightly.

  The living, the hands of the dead are not here, right?

   For a time, the photographer's brain was wide open.

   "It's just a prop!" Mo Yu glanced at the thing lightly and said.

   Seeing them continue to move forward, the photographer passed by and closed his eyes and quickly chased after them.

   Before I walked far, I saw a lot of coffins placed in front of them. The coffins looked particularly worn, and there were traces of blood that seemed to be scratched by people with long fingernails.

Watching the two people walking towards the coffin, the photographer's heart suddenly lifted. Just when he thought they would lift the coffin, Wan Zexi and Mo Yu just glanced at them and moved away with disgust. look.

  Shut up, it turns out that both of you are obsessed with cleanliness. The photographer twitched the corners of his mouth speechlessly.

   Just as Wan Zexi and Mo Yu were about to leave, gusts of overcast wind blew from every corner.

  The photographer couldn't help trembling all over, and his originally relaxed mood suddenly became tense.

  Suddenly, the photographer seemed to see something, "Oh my god! Ghost... ghost!"

  Wan Zexi frowned, just when the two of them were about to look over, the coffin actually opened by itself, and the sound of "bang long" was deafening.

   "My mother is here!!" The photographer felt that his heart was greatly stimulated, and he wanted to faint from the picture, but he persisted, unless he wanted to lose his job.

   "Skull?" Wan Zexi watched with interest the white and gloomy skeleton in the coffin.

   "Xiao Yuyu, these skeleton monsters are so happy, they have all kinds of poses." I saw that some of those skeletons were still stained with blood.

   Mo Yu took a closer look, "It seems to be real blood."

What? What? True blood? The photographer stayed.

  The photographer looked at the very scary skull with tears in his eyes. He could feel the hollow and gloomy eyes of the skull staring at him.

   "Ah! Ghosts! There are really ghosts!" Looking at the frightened and shouting uncle, Wan Zexi's eyes looked over.

  I saw a white misty shadow appear there, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

   "Uncle, don't be so afraid, it's just pretending to be a ghost." After saying this lazily, the young man turned around and walked forward with Mo Yu.

  I don't want to either! It's really not my problem, as long as people see this, they will be afraid, who knows that you two will be as leisurely as you are at your own home.

   Complained in his heart, the photographer quickly followed.

  Wan Zexi was surprised to find that the more he went inside, the thicker the fog inside. He could still see what was underneath just now, but he really couldn't see it now.

   At this moment, the faint black shadow seemed to flash by.

  "..." The photographer only felt as if he froze a little, and the cold touch on his legs almost made him cry.

  Wan Zexi seemed to feel something, and his long legs quickly kicked back, the fog was blown away a little by the wind, and a bluish face was revealed.

   "Ah zi... ah zi." I saw that face screaming in a strange voice.

  Photographer: "..." I was speechless.

  Wan Zexi twitched the corners of his mouth speechlessly, and then his legs kicked the ghost face with precision and force again.

   (end of this chapter)