Bang--

"Help, help..."

Concentration Camp No. 17, near the skull pool.

As the sound of gunfire sounded, the challenger who entered the skull pool fled in panic.

"... Quit, I'm going to quit the show, come and save me, save me!"

Covering his thigh that was hit by a bullet, a challenger dragged his injured leg and limped forward, turning his head to look at the shadows getting closer and closer behind him, and his face couldn't help but look at the face of despair. He opened his mouth and shouted for help in the direction of the monitor.

“…”

However, face the challenger's call for help.

The radio in the base did not respond at all. On the other hand, the crew of "Challenge of Ghosts" was silently staring at the scene in the monitor screen, motionless.

Plop—

As the shadow behind him got closer and closer, the challenger staggered and fell to the ground.

"No, no, please let me go, I don't know anything... Really, I'm just here to participate in the show... Otherwise, I don't want five million, I'll give it to you, give it to you, as long as you let me go..."

He fell to the ground and looked at the shadows approaching behind him. The expression on the challenger's face became more and more frightened. He struggled to climb forward on the ground, crying and crying.

Crack, Crack.

However, no matter how the challenger cried, the steps of the shadow chasing behind him were not shaken at all.

With the sound of monotonous footsteps, he approached little by little, passing through the shadow of the corridor, and a bullet hole that was clearly seen on his forehead was revealed in the monitor's screen.

He walked to the challenger and stopped. He slowly lowered his head and looked at the painful figure on the ground. He opened his mouth and revealed his dark mouth. The next second, the crisp sound of gunfire sounded again.

"ah!"

As the gunshot fell, a wound appeared suddenly on the challenger's arm.

The wound on his arm made the challenger's expression even more distorted. He struggled to get up and kneel in front of his figure, constantly kowtowing and begging the other party to let him go.

However, in the face of the challenger's plea, there was no change in his dull face. On the contrary, he slowly bent down his body, opened his mouth to aim at the challenger's head, and made a crisp sound of loading in his mouth.

"Then Motasa comes, Pakawado, Alahado, Sanma, Sabutayuansa..."

As soon as the challenger was about to die under the gun.

Azan's figure of silently reciting scriptures with his hands clasped, then appeared behind him.

Hearing the chanting of scriptures, the dull figure twisted his neck and looked at Ahn behind him one hundred and eighty degrees.

“…”

His eyes met the dull eyes, and Azan silently stretched out his palm and pressed it on the bullet hole on the other party's forehead.

Then he saw the dull face disappearing in Azan's hand motionlessly. He withdrew his palm and looked at the blood stains that were stained at some point. Azan was silent for a moment before saying to the challenger who was kneeling on the ground and dared not look up.

"Donor, get up."

...

Here, although Azan was reminded by Lin Jiuying, she began to deliberately rescue the challengers in the concentration camp.

However, there are really many challengers scattered in the base, especially when the production team deliberately separated them, Azan alone obviously could not take everything into consideration.

Although, he had tried hard to save everyone.

However, many challengers died at the hands of the wronged souls in the concentration camp. These ghosts kept possessing themselves, taking the challengers through past deaths, shooting, hanging, fractures, and burning...

With each death, the more awakened ghosts die in the concentration camp.

Even in the end, these ghosts appeared more and more clearly in the live broadcast footage from the original surveillance video.

Looking at the ghosts in the live broadcast room, the audience's expressions became more and more frightened, and it also attracted more curious viewers to enter the live broadcast room of the program.

And the will of these living people is like water droplets, making the sleeping souls in the concentration camp more active.

"What's going on?"

Lin Jiuying, who was pulling the red rope, felt the changes in the concentration camp, and the expression on her face immediately became a little solemn.

"Ahao, don't make any trouble."

...

"Crane, where are you?"

Holding a compass in one hand, he carefully followed the direction of the paper crane flying by.

After a short while, Ah Hao came to a somewhat dilapidated interrogation room.

Looking at the empty appearance around him, Ah Hao couldn't help swallowing, and turned the compass left and right to look at the pointer that always pointed to the interrogation room.

Looking up at the gloomy interrogation room in front of him, Ahao's face showed a look of fear. He spoke carefully and shouted, while looking around for a moment, praying that the shadow of the paper crane could be seen elsewhere.

However, what disappointed him was.

As the call fell, in the interrogation room, the paper crane made of talisman paper circled nimbly and clearly told Ah Hao that he had not made any mistakes, and the other party was in the interrogation room.

"Okay, I get it."

The last glimmer of hope in his heart was also extinguished. Ahao looked at the paper crane flying into the interrogation room, took a deep breath, and cheered himself up in his heart, and then he mustered up the courage to step into the interrogation room.

"Ahem, ahem..."

It was obvious that no one had been here in this interrogation room for a long time, and the room was covered with dust and spider webs.

While reaching out and waving the dust in front of him, Ah Hao looked at the layout in the interrogation room.

The room in the interrogation room is not big, but it gives people an inexplicable gloomy feeling. Standing in the interrogation room, all the torture instruments are all about torture instruments. These torture instruments have many dark and solidified objects on the surface, which seem to indicate the unknown history they have experienced in the past.

There is no doubt that many of the torture instruments left in the interrogation room have been used to torture prisoners in the past.

I just looked around in the room and saw that there was no figure of the surrender. Not to mention the surrender, there was not even a shadow of a living person here.

"You won't point the wrong direction, Crane?"

Ahao was relieved whether he was disappointed or grateful for this scene, and then looked up at the paper crane hovering in the room, and couldn't help but say something.

"oops!"

Faced with the doubts raised by Ah Hao, Xianhe seemed to peck his head unhappily.

Immediately afterwards, under Ah Hao's gaze, he flew around the interrogation room and finally stopped in a corner that seemed inconspicuous.

"It's obviously wrong, but I won't let anyone tell me."

Covering his head that was pecked by a crane, Ah Hao couldn't help but mutter in his mouth, looked down at the direction the compass pointed, and then looked at the paper crane that was parked in the corner, then walked over.

"This is?"
Chapter completed!