Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 238: Twelve midnight
Chapter 238 12:00 midnight
When the eyes are closed, people will feel that they have closed their senses and senses, and have lost a certain amount of control over the environment outside the body, so they stimulate an instinct to make themselves nervous in order to deal with sudden dangers. Human instinct for self-preservation.
I blindfolded my eyes with my sleeve, followed behind Ming Gui, and walked forward step by step.
Following Liu Banxian's suggestion, I decided to trust the ghost once and put my life and death in its hands.
All kinds of strange screams and strange laughter came from my ears. My heart rate accelerated, my breathing was short of breath, and my muscles tensed. The wind and the grass will make people feel scared.
I don't know if the ghost will lead me into the abyss, and I don't know what is standing on both sides of me now, I can only follow the feeling from my arms forward, I can't open my eyes, and I can't turn back.
When I close my eyes, the flow of time seems to slow down. I always feel that I have walked for a long time, as if the lonely soul wandering in the underworld will keep walking like this.
"Fate ghost..."
In the darkness, the sound of my heartbeat became very clear, like a messy drumbeat, my body became more and more stiff, as if something was pressing on me, and it seemed that there were many invisible palms pulling grabbing my soul, trying to drag me somewhere else.
"Da, da, da."
The footsteps never stopped until the strength on the arm gradually weakened and finally disappeared completely.
"Fate ghost?"
With no response, I lost my guidance and stood still.
"Fate ghost?" I called out again, in a hurried tone, but still no one responded.
The fear of the unknown in the dark is like the rising tide of the sea, slowly submerging my body.
Raising my hand, I grabbed the sleeve of my blindfold.
Hesitated for a while, I was afraid that when I opened my eyes, I would see myself surrounded by hundreds of ghosts, and I was also afraid that I would just see the ghosts showing their teeth and claws to demonstrate to me, and horror pictures flashed in my mind.
Fingertips landed on the broken sleeve, and slowly exerted force, I can't avoid forever, I have to face it anyway.
Putting off the broken sleeve, dots of light appeared in the field of vision, which came from the screen of the mobile phone in the underworld show.
In front of me is a wall covered with wallpaper. I am standing at the exit of the maze, and there is a groove under my feet. It is a mark I made with iron tongs before entering the maze because I was afraid of getting lost.
"Come out!" All the fear turned into excitement and excitement, and gradually a trace of doubt appeared in my heart: "Where is the ghost?"
I subconsciously turned around and saw a weak and thin young man standing one step behind me.
One step difference just separated the inside and outside of the maze.
This is the first time I saw the face of Minggui. This is a handsome big boy. He is about the same height as me, and his body is almost transparent. The long black hair wrapped around his body is all scattered behind his head. Wrapping around each mirror, it seems that the cracks carved into the mirror are entangled with those terrifying and hideous mirror ghosts!
The picture in front of me shocked me, the black hair almost covered the entire maze, restraining all the ghosts.
"Only relying on one's own strength to fight against the ghosts of the entire maze?" The ghosts in the magic mirror maze wanted to escape, but they were restrained by the ghosts, and the two sides were engaged in a tug-of-war. It is more serious than life and death, because the loser will lose his soul and even lose the qualification to be a ghost.
"I, how can I help you?" Seeing this scene, I felt a bit of self-blame inexplicably, because of my previous doubts and guilt: "Liu Banxian, how can I help him out of trouble?"
Looking at the live broadcast room, the situation of the ghost is not optimistic. Although the individual ghosts are weak, there are too many ghosts in the maze.
Liu Banxian at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain: "You can't help it. Since it chooses to follow you, this is its doomed catastrophe. If you pass it, you will enter the ghost gate. If you fall, you will be wiped out. Your fate is too tortuous. I want to intervene to change it. No matter the way of the Buddha or the devil, you have to deal with the calamity."
"This is different from what you said before. Didn't you say that as long as I close my eyes, the ghost will not attack me?"
"Yeah, they really didn't attack you, and all the pressure was taken away by the ghost, you are a bit interesting. But don't blame yourself too much, it's not a bad thing for it. Cultivating the Dao is a hundred times more difficult, and its realm is promoted too quickly, and its foundation will inevitably be unstable. This catastrophe is just a good time to temper one's body. If you get through it, the ghost body will be completed just around the corner."
"What can I do to help?"
"You need a Guhun doll to control a ghost. If you really feel bad about it, just destroy the psychic to relieve its pressure."
"The second floor of the haunted house is full of rag dolls, okay, I'll burn that place down today!" Looking down at the phone, he ordered the ghost to fill the maze with black paper, taking the shortest path, faster than when I was exploring with a map At this time, there is still more than a minute before twelve midnight. But I don't care about the task of the underworld show anymore, helping the ghosts out of trouble is the only thing I want to do now.
"Wait here, I will definitely help you out!"
This time I was forced into a desperate situation by living people, but escaped with the help of ghosts. This great irony also changed some deep-rooted thoughts in my heart.
Who said that wronged souls will do evil? Who said that ghosts must harm people? My ghost looks scary and full of evil, but it is a thousand times better than those well-dressed, kind-looking living people wearing hypocritical masks.
Gathering a deep look at the life ghost who was struggling to hold on, his figure becoming more and more illusory and transparent, I gritted my teeth, turned my head and rushed out of the magic mirror maze, and ran towards the haunted house.
There are no tourists in the paradise late at night, and the laughter has subsided, leaving behind the deadly silence and loneliness that cannot be taken away.
The entertainment facilities are like silent beasts, staring at me running in the middle of the street. They may also be curious about whether this fast shadow is a human or a ghost.
I went straight to the haunted house, but there was an unforeseen event, I didn't run far, and suddenly a person jumped out of the corner in front of me.
He was dressed in very tattered clothes, without shoes, and looked crazy.
"Get out of the way!" I took out the iron tongs directly, with a somewhat fierce face.
"Let's go, let's go!" The man in front of me is the old beggar I met before entering the paradise. He took my money and persuaded me to leave.
At this moment, after closing the park, he suddenly ran out, chanting the same sentence over and over again, this scene feels weird no matter how you look at it.
"Get out of the way!" Although I was in a hurry, I didn't want to fight an old man, but who knew that my patience turned out to be that the old beggar made an inch of it, and he ran over and grabbed my arm.
"Let's go, let's go!"
The old man's hand was very strong, and I didn't break free all of a sudden. He dragged me to the rest area next to me.
"Where do you want to drag me? This is not where the gate of the amusement park is, is it?" I was considering whether to be violent, when I glanced and suddenly found the broadcasting building behind the rest area.
Of course, this building is not important. What is important is that on the steps at the entrance of the small building, there is a woman with bleeding arms who is struggling to walk while leaning on the wall.
Her casual clothes were stained with blood, her face was soft, and her pallor implied a bit of strength.
"Tie Ningxiang?!"
I froze in place, letting the beggar drag me around, with complex expressions in my eyes, with hesitation, suspicion, and confusion.
Tie Ningxiang, who was walking on the steps, also saw me. In the dark paradise, her eyes were still so bright. She opened her mouth, as if she had used all her strength: "Gao Jian! Go quickly!" Save Yiyi!"
The sound spread far away, and at the same time, the clock tower of Paradise rang the midnight bell.
Twelve dull bells rang in the paradise, and the air seemed a little strange. The time belonging to the living was over, and now it was the turn of the dead to carnival.
When the last bell stopped, the Ferris wheel standing high in the north of the park began to rotate, just like in the daytime, but without lights, it looked eerie, as if a giant monster was slowly waking up.
I shook off the old beggar's hand, clenched the iron tongs and walked towards Tie Ningxiang: "Are you okay? What's wrong with Yiyi?"
Staying a few meters away from Tie Ningxiang, I watched her cautiously, scanning her from head to toe. This woman was exactly the same as I remembered. She was breathtakingly beautiful, and it seemed that she hadn't changed in any way.