Chapter 154 Cheng Ling's House
The host Dazhi quickly stopped the dancing Gong Yuwei: "Teacher Gong Yuwei, it just rained and the ground is so slippery. Be careful not to fall."
The house closest to their performing talent compound is Gong Yuwei's.
After the talent show, the staff cleaned up the place and handed out umbrellas to everyone one by one. They wanted to take advantage of the rain to visit the houses of the guests, but the rain suddenly stopped.
"Just now the villagers told us that the clouds in the sky have not dispersed, which means that the rain has not stopped yet." Guan Yiwei said, "Let's not take too much time visiting."
After saying that, he looked at Gong Yuwei's house with some envy.
The owner of this house is very good at life.
There is a small garden outside the house with rabbits and chickens. The pig pen is in the corner of the house. The surroundings are neatly kept. Several little suckling pigs are nestling in the sow's arms and sleeping soundly.
Although the furnishings in the house are still in a rural style, they are clean and tidy. The earthen kang next to the window is covered with a thick mattress. One look at it and you can tell that Gong Yuwei will have a good sleep tonight.
Everyone felt a little heavier.
The "Slow Life" program team is very special - they especially like to torment these celebrity guests in the name of various program needs.
Generally speaking, one of the guest houses is particularly bad and the other is particularly good.
Now that Gong Yuwei's house is so great, the probability of others choosing a bad house is much higher.
After the host made Gong Yuwei a wave of hatred, he called everyone: "Let's go to Lu Jue's house. It's a bit far, so everyone walks slowly."
The group of people left in a grand manner.
The road was paved with gravel and dirt, and it was difficult to walk on it after it rained.
Everyone holds a flashlight in their hand, shines it on the ground, avoids puddles and mud, and slowly follows the host forward.
Behind them were Gong Yuwei and Guan Yiwei, and then Xin Man, who was holding on to Liu Zhiting tightly and wouldn't let go.
Lu Jue followed.
Next came Cheng Ling - everyone subconsciously kept a distance from Cheng Ling.
Lu Jue gritted his teeth and approached Cheng Ling: "Sister Ling, please promise me first."
Cheng Ling:?
"Can you make sure you don't scare me?"
Cheng Ling: "Why did I scare you? Are you free?"
"Look around you. Does anyone dare to approach you? Everyone is afraid of you... I'm convinced too. You said you can't tell a good story? You have to imitate..."
Cheng Ling looked back when he heard this.
With just one glance, the program staff behind him all took a step back.
——Xin Man, it’s okay to be afraid. Why are you so timid?
Cheng Ling was amused: "It's a talent show, so of course we have to do our best to make everyone immersive."
However, Lu Jue felt a little like Cheng Ling.
Someone who is so thief that he gives up his idol baggage and pretends to be a female ghost just to tell a good ghost story must not be so evil in his mind.
Lu Jue felt a lot closer to Cheng Ling and took the initiative to chat: "When I was a child, I went out for a walk with my friends at night. For some reason, I suddenly started talking about ghost stories, and these grandsons started pretending to be ghosts and scaring people... It was almost the same as you just now, learn from Scary noises, making faces and stuff.”
"Are you similar to me?" Cheng Ling said seriously, "That's not possible."
Lu Jue: "Huh?"
Cheng Ling smiled ferociously and raised his voice: "Can they - imitate - so closely - hehe -"
Lu Jue screamed and grabbed the staff next to him.
[Ah ah ah ah, Sister Ling! Be a human being! 】
[Lu Jue probably wants to die right now! A word of disagreement can be scary! 】
Xin Man, who was holding Liu Zhiting tightly, was like a frightened bird. He was frightened by Lu Jue's screams and got goosebumps all over his body.
She had been peeking and eavesdropping on Cheng Ling.
The street lamp illuminated Cheng Ling's shadow - there was a shadow, but it shouldn't be a ghost.
Cheng Ling can talk and laugh - it is said that the ghost's jaw is stiff and unable to speak.
She knew that she was thinking wildly and being suspicious at the moment, but she couldn't control it.
The group of people went to Lu Jue's house, Guan Yiwei's house, Liu Zhiting's house, and then outside Cheng Ling's house.
The flashlights of the program staff and guests were all pointed at the house in front of them.
Everyone was silent.
The crew of this special program is so inhumane!
This house was used to shoot a ghost movie, and there was no need for a props team or an atmosphere team to re-process the house!
The flashlight passed over the dilapidated walls, weeds growing freely inside and outside the house, dead trees and dead vines.
Everyone invariably thought of the haunted houses in Liaozhai.
Barrage.
[Quack - the crow flies by. 】
【Hello? Program team? Can people live in this kind of house? Isn’t this making things difficult for guests? 】
[Didn’t we just discuss that there will be showers soon? This shabby house must be leaking! 】
[Cheng Ling just told a ghost story and immediately lived in a haunted house—it was his own fault. It would be strange if it didn't scare her to death. 】
[Please, Sister Ling can sleep in the wild, isn’t it because the house is a bit dilapidated? It's hard for her. 】
[Maybe I’ll get up early tomorrow morning, oh! Tall buildings rise from the ground. My sister Ling built it overnight. The next CBD center is here. 】
[There should be a soundtrack here - the program team quickly searched for the exclusive song list of "Haunted House"! 】
The host Dazhi knew what each guest's house looked like in advance, so it was not surprising.
"Everyone, come in and take a look." He broke the silence.
Outside the house, everyone was speechless.
Walking into the courtyard, I was even more damn speechless.
The dirt yard hasn’t been cleaned for an unknown amount of time, and the weeds inside have grown to waist height!
The two wooden doors of the house deep in the yard were broken, and then look at the windows——
Okay!
The window had four panes of glass, one was half-broken, one was missing, and one was broken into a spider web, stubbornly remaining in the window frame. The last one was complete.
But this complete one was worse than nothing.
The inside of the glass was mottled with black oil mud, and the dust outside was washed into streaks by the recent shower. When the flashlight swept over it, it looked like someone was lying inside looking out.
The owner of the haunted house saw it and wanted to take the window down and take it back.
Everyone looked at the director with condemning eyes.
The director cried: What kind of horror is this!
Sinman’s house is the real horror, okay!