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Wang Xiaolong was a little hesitant.

Still going in?

Wang Xiaolong gritted his teeth and thought, "Never mind. I've already taken ninety-nine steps, so this one won't make any difference." With a determined heart, he walked into the east room.

The photographer followed closely.

What caught my eye was a brick bed, and on the dusty, worn mat on the bed, there lay a woman, lying on her side. She seemed to be covered with a quilt, but the quilt was moldy and black.

Pieces of torn cotton wool were exposed.

It's so shabby that it can't even be described as dirty and messy...

The dim light coming through the window allowed them to barely see that the woman was sleeping soundly with her head facing the wall.

"Uncle, please keep your voice down and don't disturb my mother. She is sleeping." The little boy stood facing the woman on the bed, but was talking to them.

Wang Xiaolong wanted to know if this woman was a celestial master. So he whispered, "Little friend, I'll just take a look and leave."

After saying that, he walked towards the little boy...

Suddenly, the little boy turned his head and looked at them angrily. The coldness in his eyes forced Wang Xiaolong to stop.

"I told you not to wake up my mother. Can't you hear me?" The little boy's voice was tinged with frost, and it sounded a little creepy to Wang Xiaolong.

For a moment, Wang Xiaolong and the other grown men really stopped where they were and stared at the little boy.

But I can't bear not to watch it.

Wang Xiaolong thought quickly and said, "Little boy, are you sure that's your mother?"

The little boy turned back and said normally, "My mother is sleeping."

Suddenly, Wang Xiaolong fiercely lifted the quilt...

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The scene on the bed made Wang Xiaolong and the photographer's eyes widen and their mouths open... They trembled all over, and a sense of fear rose from the soles of their feet...

Every hair on their body stood up, their entire bodies felt frozen, unable to move. In an instant, the blood drained from their faces, as if their blood had frozen in that moment.

It felt like his throat was being strangled, and he could only breathe in short gasps. His legs were shaking violently like sieves.

After they realized what was happening, they let out a yell and turned around to rush out... The door was too narrow and they squeezed together a bit.

When climbing over the wall, the photographer almost dropped the camera, but fortunately Wang Xiaolong helped him.

The two of them stumbled to the main road, and then ran for their lives...!

It was not until they ran back to the village government compound that Wang Xiaolong and the photographer sat down on the ground, gasping for breath.

A staff member came over and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Wang Xiaolong pointed at the photographer and said, "Quick, quick, tell the director."

The photographer put down his camera, and with difficulty, he walked into the first floor, holding his two legs that were shaking and uncontrollable. Seeing the director was like finding his backbone...

"Director, did you see that? It's a murder! In that old, dilapidated house, there's a dismembered woman lying on the bed. She's just been killed, and her severed head's eyes are still rolling around, even smiling at us! Oh my god! I'm so scared! There's a little boy of five or six in the room!"

After saying this, he covered his pounding heart, his face as pale as paper.

The director, assistant director and others looked at him like he was an idiot...

The photographer was stunned when he saw the expressions of the crowd.

"Director, why are you looking at me like that? I'm watching this with Wang Xiaolong, and I've been recording it the whole time!"

At this time, Wang Xiaolong also ran in panting.

"Director, director, call the police! The woman was dismembered! There's a five or six-year-old child at home, and she said her mother was sick and sleeping! Where's my phone, assistant! Give me my phone, I want to call the police!"

Wang Xiaolong's voice was very loud, immediately attracting everyone's attention. Especially those who heard him shouting became even more curious.

Director Zhang realized something was wrong this time and stopped them loudly: "What are you two talking about? Come, let's watch the replay of your live broadcast!"

Director Zhang's shout brought the two people back to their senses, and they realized that something seemed to be wrong.

After calming down, they were also dragged to sit in front of the machine.

In the video, Wang Xiaolong and the photographer were lying on the wall for about five or six minutes without moving. They never went inside. Until they turned around and ran away...

There was absolutely no middle part. They were both stunned!!!

"No, we did go in!" Wang Xiaolong's face turned even paler, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.

He is now seriously doubting his life...

"Something's wrong, Wang Xiaolong, we, we must have been possessed by evil spirits!" The photographer, who had reacted, trembled as he finished speaking, his back drenched in sweat...

Wang Xiaolong was reminded, and his IQ slowly returned to normal... A locked, broken wooden door, weeds all over the yard, a pale little boy, signs that no one had lived there for a long time...

What they would never forget was the sight of a woman with long hair covering her face, whose head had been chopped off, still able to move her eyes and smile at them, revealing a mouthful of black stumps of teeth...

Is there any normal place???

"Heaven, Heavenly Master, looking for Heavenly Master, where is Heavenly Master? Director. Tell me quickly, I want to find Heavenly Master. A tragedy must have happened in that house! We, we really seem to have encountered a ghost. Director, you have to believe us!"

When Wang Xiaolong said this, he was so excited that he was a little incoherent. The photographer also confirmed it.

"Director, Wang Xiaolong is right. We really saw a ghost. That little boy and his mother. His mother's body was dismembered. It must be a murder. We can only ask the Heavenly Master for help on this matter!"

Director Zhang looked at them with a serious expression, and it didn't seem like he was faking it.

Deputy Director Hou said: "I believe you must have seen something. Director. Look, Wang Xiaolong lay on the wall for five or six minutes without moving. It's very abnormal.

And Igawa was holding the camera, not moving at all. At the time, I thought they were watching something. They were so engrossed.

Director Zhang turned around and watched the playback on the machine. He watched it over and over again. It was indeed true.

"Well, if you're scared, don't go out and look for it. But you have to wait until the Heavenly Master is found. After the mission is completed."

Director Zhang gave the order, and the two had no choice but to obey.

Unexpectedly, they developed a high fever. Were they frightened sick?

Is it really that exaggerated? Director Zhang was completely overwhelmed with worry. The two of them took fever-reducing medicine, but it didn't work. Within two hours, they both collapsed on the bed, unconscious...

Director Zhang hurriedly ordered someone to send them to Murakami's small clinic and put them on an IV drip, hoping that they would get better quickly and not delay tomorrow's filming.

However, what Director Zhang never expected was that they did not wake up after the drip was finished.

Assistant Wang Xiaolong was so anxious that he almost cried.

Deputy Director Hou thought of something and reminded him, "Director, we can only ask the Heavenly Master to take a look at this matter. Let her come back soon. The situation is special and we can't delay any longer."

Director Zhang frowned. Deputy Director Hou was right. There was something off about these two. It was probably the aftereffects of being possessed by an evil spirit; it looked quite serious.

So, the director ordered someone to find Zhang Tianfeng and told the other guests that the event was suspended.

Everyone else was confused. What happened?!