Chapter 2129 Supernatural: Start to die

Si Xingyuan also woke up. He held Su Bei in his arms, looked at the male ghost standing not far away and stared at them, and shouted sharply, "Get lost!"

The male ghost seemed a little reconciled, but he disappeared anyway.

Si Xingyuan rubbed against Su Bei, who was still a little confused, and said softly, "It's okay, go to sleep."

So Su Bei went back to sleep and wrapped the quilt tighter.

The next morning, Su Bei got up and went back to his room. After all, he still had to shoot.

Everyone woke up one after another. Sister Zhao winked at Su Bei while she was brushing her teeth, but because of the camera, she didn't say anything.

After washing up, everyone ate breakfast, soy milk and fried dough sticks, which was very down-to-earth.

After breakfast, I continued to look at those houses, after all, they still have a sense of age.

During the day, it is not as scary as at night, it just has a stronger historical atmosphere.

Dongfang Yao also began to popularize the story of this house, which is probably the house of a rich family.

But it seems that the owner at that time was a singer.

This reminded everyone of what happened last night, and the air was quiet for a moment.

But Sister Zhao naturally changed the subject, "Then how did the actor die at that time?"

Dongfang Yao thought for a while and said, "It seems that he got some kind of illness and died on the day he was going to perform on stage."

"It seems that the performance that day was the one he was looking forward to the most, because many famous families came."

Feeling a little embarrassed, Sister Zhao sighed, "That's really regrettable."

Su Bei's heart skipped a beat, maybe that's the actor's obsession?

I don't know if Jiang Yan had a clear discussion with the male ghost, so I'll ask at night.

Sister Zhao poked Su Bei, "What are you thinking?"

Su Bei half-truthfully said: "Maybe he really wants to complete this regrettable."

Sister Zhao curled her lips and said in a drawn out voice, "If it were me, I would think so too."

In fact, in many rooms in the house, apart from those carvings, there is nothing special.

At most, it can promote history and culture.

Zheng Wanwan's expression was a little unnatural, because her character was designed as a dead one.

For example, now she should propose to buy candles or something, and play pen fairy at night.

But what happened last night frightened her a little psychologically, and she was a little afraid to say it.

Fortunately, Sister Zhao is more experienced. Zheng Wanwan didn't say anything. She said instead of Zheng Wanwan.

Su Bei smiled, "That's not good, I think it's good to continue fighting landlords."

Sister Zhao deliberately said: "Why, are you scared?"

Su Bei shook his head, "That's not true, I just feel that everything should be in awe."

Sister Zhao patted Su Bei on the shoulder, "You are young, why do you speak in an older tone than me, if you don't play tonight, I will beat you up."

Su Bei had no choice but to agree.

It's hard to say too much about some things.

At most, he would think of some way to make the game unsuccessful at night.

It doesn't matter if you play without ghosts, but if you play with ghosts, there are too many variables.

Sister Zhao excitedly dragged Su Bei to buy paper pens and candles, saying that she would wait until night.

Then, because there was a snack street not far from this old house, it was inevitable that Sister Zhao took Su Bei to eat a street.

Su Bei couldn't help asking: "Sister Zhao, isn't she going to keep fit?"

Sister Zhao's expression froze, and she wanted to cry without tears: "You are too much!"