Chapter 281 Sleeping Master 20

Bai Lixin suddenly raised his head, and his face was almost in front of the psychic.

Seeing the young man's warm face suddenly enlarged, the psychic was stunned for two seconds, and then his cheeks were imperceptibly flushed red.

The psychic looked back with dodging eyes, and his voice was a little stumbling: "I, I didn't mean that."

"I'm just curious about what kind of person a person as beautiful and perfect as you would like."

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Studio.

[Is there a possibility that humans have been unable to meet the needs of Xin Shen? What he likes is not necessarily a person. 】

[Big guy: ? ? ? Why does it feel like I'm scolding someone? 】

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After the psychic finished saying this, it was just eight o'clock in the evening.

The sound of the machine starting up suddenly sounded in the originally quiet studio hall, and then the current sound of "thorn, tick, tick" came from the speakers on both sides of the stage.

- "Masters, good evening."

——"I'm sorry to meet you in this way, but because of the supernatural legend of Studio 8, none of our staff dared to enter the fourth floor, so I can only communicate with you in this way."

——"Introduce myself, I am the person in charge of dealing with the accident in Hall 8. You can call me He Guang. I think you all know why we invited you all here, right? There was a supernatural phenomenon in Hall 8 some time ago. After the incident, some people said that there may be evil spirits such as earthbound spirits living in Hall 8. So we specially invited you, the leaders in your respective professions, to remove evil spirits."

- "Are you going to start directly, or do you need me to answer your questions?"

Bai Lixin looked around the room and saw a few red camera dots on the roof of the studio.

Seemingly aware of Bai Li Xin's gaze, one of the cameras shook his head slightly and aimed the lens at Bai Li Xin.

——“I can see you through the camera. Once you have any problems, we will take active measures immediately.”

The man's slightly electric voice sounded again from the horn.

"I have a question." The priest raised his hand, "Does this studio often have supernatural events before?"

—— "There have been several accidents, but no one died. There was only one very special accident, when a highly anticipated artist, Lin Mu, fell off the stage."

——“I invited you here this time, just to let you see if the ghost of Lin Mu is still here, and if so, can we complete a psychic session with him. Who can help us complete these two tasks, we will The TV station will give away a bonus of 200,000 yuan."

- "Any questions, please?"

Everyone in the studio looked at me and I looked at you, all fell into silence.

The voice from the horn sounded again.

- "Since there is none, then I will not disturb the work of the great masters, and we will see you later."

The loudspeaker finally rang twice, and finally quieted down completely.

Bai Lixin looked up at the cameras around him. Although the sound from the speakers had stopped, the cameras above his head had no intention of stopping. They tilted their necks and turned the lens, quietly recording their every move.

Eight people, after two minutes of silence, priest A finally said: "I just saw a ghostly figure full of black aura through the eyes of God. It may be this thing that is haunting this studio. But Its power is too strong, I can't see what it looks like, I can only vaguely see a cloud of black mist."

The priest stroked the crystal ball in his hand with a sad expression on his face: "My crystal ball also told me that it is very powerful."

The Taoist priest is an elderly uncle. He finally stopped wiping the copper coin and sword. He held the sword and pulled a beautiful and elegant sword flower in the air. After the movement stopped, the copper coin and sword pointed directly at the beam of the stage: " There's something in there, this room is weird, there's a very strong magnetic field."

The monk was the oldest among them. He had a long gray beard, and even his eyebrows were longer than ordinary people.

He recited "Amitabha Buddha" with compassion on his face, with one hand in the shape of a lotus flower, and the other holding the Buddha beads hanging around his neck: "Although it is riddled with evil thoughts, it has not hurt anyone's life. I am a Buddha, and I would like to recite the scriptures for his transcendence.”

The modern trio at the back didn't say anything in the end. The psychic looked casual and indifferent, not afraid at all. The other two also sat quietly in the chairs and did not express any opinions.

In order to relieve the tense atmosphere, Xia Chi silently took out his mobile phone from his arms and wanted to search for several other accidents in this studio. But when he turned on the phone, his face instantly turned pale.

He trembled and said, "Brother, the phone has no signal."

...

Behind the screen that the eight people can't see, a group of people are already laughing crazy.

"How about the live data?"

"Boss, there are already more than 30,000 viewers in the anti-fake live broadcast room, and it is still soaring."

"Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter. This person probably never dreamed of it. We brought them here to create momentum for the new show. It's a magnetic field, a shadow, and an evil spirit. It's really like it."

Another person sighed, "These people are also quite famous in the industry. After this live broadcast, I'm afraid they will be ruined. Is it appropriate for us to do this? Will they be sued?"

"If it's a big deal, I'll lose a few dollars. Compared with that amount of money, the popularity of our live broadcast room is the most important. Whether this new show can be played or not depends on the effect of this live broadcast. I see... wow. Oh, the number of live broadcasts will soon reach 40,000, and this has just started. This is the heat and explosion, are everything ready?"

"It's all ready, boss. A mechanism has been set up in the corner. When you want to activate the mechanism, we'll activate the mechanism whenever you want."

"Hahaha, these people probably never dreamed that the battle damage scene in the studio was all arranged by us. There was no shelf that fell, and the blood on the ground was just artificial blood. The news of the artist being hit and injured is also for the sake of Hot spots spread out."

"Yeah, in order to seek a realistic effect, we also smashed all the lights. Those fans are asking which artist was injured, boss, the fan abuse is so high."

"What kind of fan abuse, this is called taking advantage of the situation."

"There are already 50,000 fans, boss. Half of you are on the screen, and the other half are scolding us for the popularity of forest trees."

"I'm still rubbing it. Is it possible that Lin Mu is really going to ask me for his life? The No. 8 studio was originally covered with a layer of mystery because of Lin Mu's death. Anti-fraud in this studio has its own popularity. , the next time you look for it, remember to look for such a popular supernatural place. Be prepared, when the number of fans reaches 60,000, we will open the first organ. "

...

Everyone in Studio No. 8 was completely unaware that they were being used as a means of entertainment for live broadcasts. Not only did Xia Chi's cell phone have no signal, but the other people's cell phones also had no signal. Unable to get in touch with the outside world, they have no access to the Internet, and they don't know anything about what's going on outside.

Everyone is seriously investigating the traces left in the studio.

Everyone, including Bai Lixin, stepped onto the stage where the shelf fell off.

The priest swept the blood on the ground with a cross and his expression became more and more solemn: "What a strong demonic energy, I know, this studio is inhabited by a terrible demon. If you let this kind of demon go, this The TV station will soon suffer a catastrophe!"

Saying that, he took out a bottle made of silverware from his arms and sprinkled it towards the blood on the ground, "This is the holy water I got from the Lord God, I hope it works."

Water splashed on the ground, and strange things happened.

A layer of white mist instantly formed on the ground, as if purifying the invisible.

Seeing the white fog rising from the ground, the two priests smiled with relief, and the second priest began to blow the rainbow fart: "Priest Harry, the holy water has worked, has it been successful in removing the devil?"

Priest A's eyes were solemn: "No, the opponent's power is very strong, I just purified the residual demonic energy on the ground. The real demon removal has just begun."

As soon as he finished speaking, the lights above their heads suddenly went out.

And at the moment when the lights went out, there was no warning in the distance, and there was a sound of metal hitting the ground.

Then, there were footsteps that shouldn't have appeared.

"tread!"

"tread!"

"tread!"

Everyone's breathing stopped for a moment, and the priest stood vigilantly on the spot, feeling as if his feet were caught by something.

She resisted screaming, quickly turned on the flashlight, and let out a sigh of relief when she saw what was holding her feet.

The two priests who were still there just now with upright faces and demons are now sitting softly on the platform, and accidentally grabbed the ankle of the sacrifice with one hand.

The two priests looked outside with fearful expressions, as if frightened.

The priest wanted to laugh a little, and when he was about to complain about these two people, the strange voice sounded again.

tread.

tread.

tread.

Swish.

Swish.

Swish.

Sometimes the sound comes from the front, sometimes from the back, and it is true that the position of the sound is different.

Just as she was about to find the place where the sound came from, a dark shadow suddenly flashed past at the end of the flashlight.

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Hidden behind the screen in the dark, the person in charge of the organizer was about to laugh.

He pointed at the two priests whose legs were frightened on the screen and laughed: "Holy water? Priest? Are you kidding me? What holy water, don't think I can't see it, it's a bottle of dry ice water. Atomization turns into mist, this is not fantasy, this is science. So it is said, 'Learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well, and you will be afraid of monsters and monsters'."

He stared at the live broadcast, smiling and watching the feedback on the barrage.

By this time, the number of live broadcasts has reached 70,000.

[Are these two priests joking? I'm not afraid, what are they afraid of? ]

[You're not afraid because there are 70,000 people with you, and you know it's all fake. ]

[The live room is too bad. ]

[Come here, lift the two priests to the rooftop, they are already out. ]

Just as everyone was watching the clowns with relish, a terrifying pale grimace suddenly appeared on the big screen. It seemed to be standing in the blind spot above the screen. fall.

The pale grimace only appeared for a moment, then disappeared immediately.

lose.

The person in charge suddenly stopped laughing, and his heart "squeaked", "Damn it, you scared me to death, how did you get this grimace? It's too realistic?"

Approaching the live broadcast room of eight people, the barrage exploded instantly.

[Hastily, scared me to death, the program team is too good at it, right? ]

[I was so frightened that I almost choked my urine out, and my whole body felt bad. ]

[Scared me scared to death, help me help me. ]

[Barrage bodyguard! retreat! retreat! retreat! retreat! retreat! ]

[Wow, the show team is very good, was it a hood or a special effect just now? Too realistic, right? For a moment just now, I seemed to have seen the grimace move. ]

[This is great! ]

That is, the intense discussion this time, the popularity of the live broadcast room instantly soared to the top no1 of the same type, and the number of live broadcasts also reached 100,000.

Although the person in charge was startled, he still looked at the props team with satisfaction, "You did a good job, I didn't expect you to secretly release this surprise, which surprised me. You have such good skills, Why didn't you show it before?"

However, the manager of the props team was pale, and he turned his head stiffly to the makeup team: "This is not what our team did, did you do it?"

The makeup team also froze for a moment, shook their heads and looked at the voice team: "Is that you?"

Voice team: "It's not us, we are only responsible for the voice. Isn't your prop team solely responsible for the grimace?"

The face of the props team is still a little white: "We made a grimace, but the grimace we made has not been released, and the precision is not comparable to the one just now."

Everyone, look at me, I look at you, and finally look at the person in charge.

The person in charge frowned: "Why are you all looking at me like this? Maybe someone's prank, anyway, it's not bad, it also brought enthusiasm to our live broadcast, and we will find out who did it after the live broadcast is over. ."

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Studio.

[I screamed for help directly, I was watching the live broadcast room in the live broadcast room, did I enter the loop? 】

[But those people in the live broadcast room are not as cute as us. 】

[This program group is not authentic, they dare to play our Xinshen. The minister boldly said that the ghost image just now was really a giaogiao, and the TV station was finished, and the biggest giaogiao was released on the live broadcast. 】

[Why do I hate the face of this show group so much? For the first time, I hope that giaogiao will kill them in the past. Deliberately scare people and broadcast live broadcasts of other people's embarrassment, is this called a job? 】

[This is not the same as our three-dimensional, some program groups and media do not care about the lives of others for the sake of popularity. 】

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Ghosts flashed by.

The sound disappeared, and the lights above everyone's heads turned on again.

The priests were about to breathe a sigh of relief when they heard the Taoist exclaim: "Look at the ground!"

When everyone heard the words and looked at the ground, they found a line of bloody handwriting on the dusty ground.

- Get out of here! ! !

"Ahhh! There are ghosts, there are really ghosts!" The two priests couldn't take it anymore. They screamed and stumbled straight from the stage more than one meter high.

When they landed, several people even faintly heard the sound of dislocated bones.

Bai Lixin looked down and saw the two priests supporting each other and stumbling out of the gate.

He limped and flew quickly.

After watching the two leave, the remaining few looked at each other in dismay, and finally looked at the blood on the ground with some embarrassment.

Strangely, when he looked at it again, the bloodstain that had appeared on the ground just now had disappeared.

...

Behind the TV screen.

The person in charge's eyes were full of excitement: "I just said that these magic sticks will definitely reveal their secrets. I have only been in the crackdown for less than an hour, and two have escaped. Hahaha, your props team can do it, this How did the bloodstain come out?"

The props team turned pale again: "No, it's not us."

"We also prepared blood, but we did not prepare it that way, or the pool of blood on the ground was prepared by us."

The person in charge frowned slightly: "What's the matter? Did your prop team still do it in two waves? Did someone in your team do it?"

Props group: "Impossible, these props will be put into use after they have been shown to me, and there will be no ones that I don't know about."

The person in charge stared at the picture on the screen doubtfully: "Then what's going on?"

The face of the props team was pale and pale: "Boss, is there a possibility, I mean maybe, we may have really seen a ghost?"

"Ghost?" The person in charge pursed his lips, and suddenly burst into laughter, "Hahaha, don't make fun of it, okay? If there really is a ghost of Lin Mu, why has it been fine in the past few years? Now But in a society ruled by science and technology, what the hell is there? We are a live broadcast room for cracking down on fakes, and these magic sticks have not been cleaned up yet, so you are afraid."

The props team opened his mouth and hesitated, his eyes flickered, and his eyes were obviously a little bit resistant.

Suddenly, he seemed to see something, and his pupils suddenly contracted into two small dots.

person in charge

When he looked at the screen subconsciously with his expression, the live broadcast screen that was bright just now turned to pitch black again.

He looked at the props team with some puzzlement: "Why did you turn off the lights again? Before the time comes, let's wait for the number of people in the live broadcast room to reach 130,000 before we start the next wave of fright."

However, the props group's mouth was trembling up and down. He looked at the live broadcast screen in horror, pointed at the screen and said, "Just now, that grimace appeared again. Just the moment the space darkened."

"Also, also, I didn't turn off the lights, you see," the props team said tremblingly and handed over the remote control in their hands, the button that displayed "lights" was still in the "on" position.

The person in charge looked at the screen suspiciously.

It stands to reason that even if the lights go out, the camera will immediately activate the infrared function. Although they are not seeing a color picture, they can also see a black and white picture.

But now the picture in the live broadcast room has become completely black, as if the camera was covered with a black cover.

The barrage area in the live broadcast room has exploded.

[what happened? Just saw Xingtou, why is it all black? ]

[Is this live room okay? No substitutions. ]

[I'm cowardly, timid and addicted, so exciting. Is this the live broadcast room where Lin Mu's accident happened? ]

[forest! forest! forest! ]

[Is it because there are too many people and the screen is stuck? ]

[Live broadcast, live broadcast, or complain! ]

[Complaints, complaints, complaints! ]

The voice in the live broadcast room was getting louder and louder, and the person in charge was holding the table with both hands, and his face was almost sticking to the screen.

He wanted to see what was going on in Studio Eight.

Seeing that his eyes were almost poking into the screen, just when all his attention was on the pitch-black screen, a pair of bloody pupils suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

"Ah!!" The person in charge screamed in fright, leaning back uncontrollably and sitting on the ground.

Eyes filled with fear looked at the screen, and the screen that was still dark just now was occupied by a bloody, terrifying face.

The face was already beyond recognition, the crisscrossed face was full of deep bloodstains, the rotten minced meat was turned outward, and a pair of eyes were embedded in the sockets that exposed the bones. It seemed that with a little more force, the pair of red bloodshot eyeballs could fall out of their sockets.

Half of the grimace's mouth drooped downwards, and the other half slanted upwards, and the sharp canine teeth were exposed from the lips, like a beast, but there were traces of human beings.

This time, the grimace did not disappear immediately, but firmly entrenched in the picture.

Its terrifying eyes circled in the sockets, and finally the line of sight moved down slightly, and it was fixed somewhere.

Seeing the frozen place, the person in charge screamed again.

The grimace's eyes were fixed, and it was a coincidence that he just happened to meet the person in charge.

It was as if the grimace saw this through the screen, and stared at everyone through the screen.

The props team was about to urinate, but they kindly helped the person in charge from the ground.

He tried hard to support the staggering person in charge, and when the person in charge struggled to stand up from the ground, the props team discovered that there was a pool of unknown liquid on the ground.

He glanced uncontrollably at the trousers of the person in charge, which was already wet.

The person in charge who just kept saying that he was not afraid of ghosts and gods was actually scared to pee.

waste.

Grimace stared at the person in charge without blinking, and just when the person in charge was about to faint, its mouth twitched, and a strange laugh instantly appeared in the room.

- Jie Jie.

--whee.

--Ha ha.

The terrifying laughter came from all directions, like bows and arrows shot one after another, shooting several people into a hornet's nest in an instant.

The person in charge looked at the props group and the vocal group in horror, and roared uncontrollably: "Stop, stop quickly. I was wrong, stop teasing me!"

However, the props group and the sound group were also full of fear, and shook their heads to show their innocence.

"I really don't care about our props team. I said it just now that the grimace really wasn't made by us."

"We can't make this laugh, boss, it's not that we don't do it, it's our ability. You should know how much we have. If we had this technology, we would have gone to other TV stations! Who cares? It will be on this broken TV station!"

principal:"."

There's no need to tell the truth.

The person in charge desperately picked up the remote control from the ground, trying to turn off the screen.

But no matter how he pressed it, the screen remained on.

The grimace still occupied the entire screen, and the terrifying laughter still did not disappear.

The person in charge was completely stupid.

He hurriedly knelt on the ground and begged for mercy: "I was wrong, I shouldn't have made the idea of ​​Studio No. 8, I will stop broadcasting, and I will stop broadcasting immediately!"

His words finally paid off. The grimace's laughter was a little smaller, and just when the person in charge was about to make persistent efforts, a hoarse beast voice sounded in their ears: "Remember what you said today, and then fight the idea of ​​Hall No. 8, kill Wushe!"

When the beast finished speaking, the grimace laughed and disappeared from the screen in an instant.

The person in charge stared at the pitch-black screen with tears in his eyes.

This was the first time he felt that the black screen was so beautiful.

woohoo, number eight

The hall is indeed poisonous.

There are ghosts in this world.

The person in charge glanced at the barrage area of ​​the live broadcast and found that the number of live broadcasts had dropped from the peak of 130,000 to 100,000, and there was a trend of less and less. In the barrage area, the audience was intense and irritable, hoarsely trying to play the screen.

Obviously, they did not see the shadow just now, and in their field of vision, there was only a black screen from beginning to end.

Hey, I really envy those eyes that don't see ghosts.

The person in charge is no longer greedy for the number of live broadcasts, and it is quickly downloaded.

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Studio.

[Hahaha, justice came too fast. 】

[Scared to pee, is it alright? 】

[This giaogiao is still a reasonable giaogiao, it just scared people away, but it didn't hurt anyone. 】

[Haha, but the priest slapped his foot. 】

[It was his own fall, not giaogiao's push. 】

[Only the world where priests are injured has been achieved. 】

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"Actually, there are no ghosts in this room at all," glanced at the three priests who were facing the enemy, the psychic smiled lightly, and said in a casual tone, "Holy water is just dry ice water, the lighting is directly controlled by the TV station, and the sound is also behind the scenes of the TV station. It was released for us to hear."

The faces of the priests changed when they heard the words, and the Taoist looked at the psychic: "What do you mean, the TV station deliberately made this sound to scare us?"

"why?"

Bai Lixin: "To see us make a fool of yourself."

"We were so frightened that we were screaming. Maybe there were a lot of people behind the camera laughing at us and watching us for fun."

This time, not only the Taoist priest, but even the monk's complexion changed.

There was a thin layer of sweat on the monk's forehead, and he folded his hands "Amitabha" and bowed to Bai Lixin, "So that's the case, thank the donor for telling me so that I won't be embarrassed by the sect. Since they See me clearly, I have no intention of staying, so I will leave."

The Taoist priest also angrily threw the copper coin and sword in his hand: "Damn it, you still have the backbone to be a bamboo, let alone a human being. Even if you play with us like this, you will be punished one day!"

The Taoist paused and glanced at the psychic: "Please."

After all, he also walked away after the monk.

The priest's face turned red, she stuck out her tongue at the three of them embarrassedly, and said in a low voice: "Actually, I'm here to join in the fun and be brave. Thank you for telling me, or I will be embarrassed and thrown across the country. , are you going? Shall we go quickly?"

Bai Lixin wanted to leave, but the mission did not allow it. He shook his head: "I'll leave later, you go first."

The sacrificial priest looked at the direction of the camera before saying anything, she was about to leave, she seemed to remember something, then turned and walked back: "The lights and sounds are easy to explain, but the ghosts and bloodstains that we saw just now disappeared. What's going on? Is there any scientific basis?"

Xia Chi: "Ghost shadowing is very simple. It can be done with 3D projection. Bloodstains are simpler. It should be based on the principle of a color remover. When the temperature is low, the color will appear, and when the temperature is high, the color will disappear. Didn't those two priests throw dry ice on the ground just now? Dry ice can take away heat, and random bloodstains will naturally appear. When the dry ice disappears and the heat returns, the bloodstains will naturally disappear again."

The sacrificial girl suddenly realized: "So it is, thank you for answering my questions. You must have learned a lot of high school knowledge. Unlike me, the literature you learned has long been forgotten."

Seeing the figure of the Taoist priest and the monk gradually walking away, the girl who worshipped the girl didn't stay for long.

Watching a few people leave, Xia Chi stretched out: "It turned out to be a small game of chemistry and physics. I said it earlier, it scared me all night."

Bai Lixin glanced at Xia Chi and pointed to the top of his head: "Xia Chi, look around, where is the 3D projector."

Xia Chi suddenly froze.

Bai Lixin pointed to the place where the bloodstain appeared and disappeared just now: "Look here again, if it is handwriting, even if it disappears, there will be different traces. You can touch it and see if there is any difference."

Xia Chi lowered his head blankly, and touched the place where the blood stains existed just now, but there was nothing special about it.

In an instant, Xia Chi, who was still relaxed just now, immediately stretched into a spring doll: "Brother? You, didn't you say that it was all the TV station's ghost? Are there really ghosts?"

Psychic: "No ghosts."

Xia Chi looked at Bai Lixin and then at the psychic, saying that he was numb: "What do you mean? Are there ghosts or no ghosts?"

Bai Lixin shrugged: "I don't know, although the lights and sounds are made by the TV station, but the shadows and bloodstains are not. There should be other existences here, not necessarily ghosts, but maybe monsters."

Xia Chi looked at the place where the Taoist priest and monk left with complicated eyes: "But they're all gone."

Bai Lixin: "The priest is a liar, and the sacrifice is here to mix and play. That Taoist priest and monk may have real skills."

Xia Chi: "Then they are leaving?"

The psychic: "It's because of the real ability that I leave. I realize the disparity between the two sides. If it's just a fight, it's not ashamed to lose. But if the TV station puts it here

If the live broadcast goes out, it will not lose one's own people, but lose the face of the sect. They can lose themselves, but they can't shame the sect, so they leave. "

Xia Chi then turned his attention back to the psychic: "Then why don't you leave?"

The psychic: "Guess, why did the Taoist say 'please me' at the end?"

Xia Chi's eyes gradually became surprised.

The psychic smiled slightly: "Because I am strong enough, the strongest in the world."

After he finished speaking, his eyes still glanced in the direction of Bai Lixin.

Xia Chi: "."

Suddenly what happened to the second?

"Then, you said it's not a ghost."

"And my brother said it might be a monster."

"Then the question is, where is this monster?"

The psychic and Bai Lixin looked at the ceiling of the stage at the same time, Bai Lixin: "The Taoist actually pointed out the monster's place at the beginning."

The psychic: "Yes, the monk also said its essence."

Xia Chi raised his head blankly. On the black and broken roof, there seemed to be nothing but the scattered steel shelves, right?

Just when Xia Chi was at a loss, a light moved.

The next second, a black shadow fell straight down in Xia Chi's jaw-dropping stunned eyes.

Seeing that the shadow was about to hit Xia Chi's face, a pleasant bell sounded suddenly, and the figure that had descended down instantly stopped.

Xia Chi stared at the still shadow in shock. The next second, the melodious bell rang again. The shadow seemed to be pushed by something, rolled in mid-air, and smashed to the ground. .

With a "bang" sound, the smoke and dust were everywhere, and a small pit was smashed into the ground.

When the dust cleared, Xia Chi stared at it, his eyes dazed for a moment.

He pointed at the shadow on the ground with some uncertainty, "The monster you're talking about is this thing?!"

In the small pothole, a gray wolf cub with an adult arm was lying on the ground, looking up at the three people on the stage with his tongue out and panting.

Bloodshot eyes filled with murderous intent and anger.

It opened its mouth and roared bitterly: "Ow~"

Xia Chi's expression froze: "..."

Can't laugh.

What to do, but so cute!

Whose wolf is this cute? I don't want to hug it, but it's so cute.

The wolf cub's two fluffy claws planed the soil around him, his hands and feet, and tried to crawl out of the pit, but he had short legs and short feet. inside.

Xia Chi: "Pfft."

Sorry, no offense intended.

Ahhh, cute baby!

Xia Chi clenched his fists secretly, entangled his facial features and cheered at the little wolf cub in the pit: "."

Come on, baby wolf, you are the best, stand up! you can!

Bai Lixin glanced at Xia Chi, "How about you go down and help it?"

Xia Chi was instantly flattered: "Yes, can you?"

The psychic had a smile on his lips, but he said cruel words on his warm face: "Since Xin Xin has said so, of course it can. If it dares to bite you, I will knock its teeth off one by one, and then string them together. make necklaces."

The wolf cub in the pit seemed to understand the psychic's words, and the small body that was trying to dig the pit froze for a second.

A little frightened, he glanced in the direction of the psychic, and the wolf cub let out a muffled whimper, and began to dig the hole as it was.

Xia Chi: "..."

Why do you do what to the wolf baby, it's still a child.

You see, the wolf cubs are scared to cry.