Xia Letian counted it again.

The nineteenth shadow reflected on the wall, the missing empty space just happened to be consistent with the group members who were telling ghost stories.

Reminds of what is told in this ghost story.

Xia Letian's heart thrilled.

Could it be that... this storyteller is the ghost in the story. Although the ghost replaced the victim's identity, its shadow will not be reflected on the wall.

Because, it is the shadow.

It is impossible for a shadow to reflect another shadow again in the candlelight.

The ghost in the masquerade party - it is likely that it is a "shadow ghost" disguised by che:n-g humans.

Xia Letian remained calm, but his vigilance had been mentioned to the highest level and was ready to deal with emergencies at any time.

After the story of "Shadow Ghost", the host immediately applauded again and praised: "This story is so real and wonderful, especially the suspense at the end, which makes people thrilling and scared."

The 'Shadow Ghost' waved his hand modestly and showed his white teeth: "Thank you, thank you, as long as everyone thinks the story is wonderful."

Han Meimei unconsciously straightened her body, and she glanced at the shadow on the wall.

Kiwi was still scared by the horror story just now and didn't come back to his senses. He grabbed Han Meimei's sleeve and trembled slightly.

It would be unlucky to tell ghost stories at night.

What's more, in this supernatural world, telling ghost stories may really attract ghosts.

Jerry was sweating uncontrollably and his whole body shook.

Because next time, he is about to come.

The most terrifying thing is that he still hasn't figured out what type of story to make him lose his mind.

What should I do?

what to do.

Seeing this, Xia Letian pondered for a moment, and leaned over to remind Jerry. Unexpectedly, the host of the Masked Dance suddenly stared at Xia Letian and said, "You can't communicate with each other during the storytelling, otherwise you will have to accept punishment."

Xia Letian had to give up and secretly hoped that Jerry would realize what the rules for telling the story this time were.

Very simple.

Just tell a horror story with a very terrifying ghost as the protagonist.

However, Jerry, who was in a panic state at this moment, could not calm down at all and trembled: "I, I haven't thought about it yet, can I make a little more brewing."

Upon hearing this, the host pressed the remote control and all the lights in the castle lit up again-

Xia Letian and several other players subconsciously squinted their eyes, and were a little uncomfortable with the sudden lights.

The same goes for other group members.

The host looked at Jerry and thought, "Is that right? That's right, after all, the first story is already very exciting, I can let you brew it for a while, but it depends on whether others are willing to tell the second story."

The host looked around and asked, "Is there anyone who would like to tell a story?"

Other members of the group chose to refuse.

Jerry's body had begun to sway and he looked at everyone with his begging eyes.

Although Xia Letian wanted to help, he had not yet conceived a more complete and terrifying supernatural story in his mind.

If the story told is not as exciting as the members of the group behind...

Xia Letian sighed slightly in his heart.

He has reminded Jerry to stay calm more than once, but Jerry's psychological tolerance is really not up to the level of qualified.

If Jerry could stay calm at the beginning, the dance host wouldn't notice Jerry...

At this moment, a voice suddenly rang.

"Then I'll do it."

Everyone immediately looked over, showing a curious and expectant expression.

"Oh? It seems that this group member is quite confident, so..." The host looked at Jerry, "You have to hurry up and think about it. You can't delay any further, otherwise you will be punished."

Jerry nodded in disbelief and fear.

At the same time, I looked at the Anye with great gratitude, and tears were almost falling.

The night was still smiling and touching her chin, saying, "Don't be too grateful to me, after all, I can't wait to tell my story. Oh, no, it's the story I heard from my friend."

Hearing this, the other members of the group immediately laughed happily, as if they had gotten the funny sentence.

Especially the first group member who told the story, his body trembled with laughter, "Your joke is so humorous, and your personality is so interesting, I like it..."

Xia Letian's expression condensed.

‘Your personality—’

The driver who drove the funeral car seemed to have said this more than once.

Is it a coincidence or is it implying something?

The dark night smiled widened and said, "So, can I start talking?"

The host immediately applauded and said, "Of course, come, please start--"

He said, and immediately turned off the lights of the castle again, only the candlelight standing in the distance illuminated the hall.

The dark lights can only vaguely see the shaking shadows.

And the darkness that cannot be illuminated by candlelight seems to be hidden in a terrible evil spirit, staring at the players with a smile—

The voice of the dark night also sounded at this moment, "The story I want to tell..." He deliberately dragged his voice and continued: "It is a story that has something to do with the headless ghost."

Kiwi is nervous again.

Han Meimei stared at the dark night with unprecedented defense in her expression.

"I have a friend who has become very strange recently. He always says that his neck hurts a lot. The most terrifying thing is that there is a thread on his neck that looks a bit like a rope, although it is not very obvious." When An Ye said this, his smile widened.

"He suspected that his wife had tied himself with a rope in the middle of the night, and the purpose was probably to kill him. He became more and more suspicious, and his neck was getting hurt day by day."

"He started quarrel with his wife, but his wife always swears that he didn't use a rope to tie him, otherwise he wouldn't have lived well until now."

"My wife's tears started to shake him. He began to think, was it really he misunderstood? The most important thing is that his wife's words are not unreasonable. If his wife really wants to kill him, why is he still alive?"

"It's just that the marks on his neck are getting deeper and deeper. He decided to set an alarm clock in the middle of the night to expose his wife's bad behavior on the spot."

"The alarm sounded in the middle of the night, and he suddenly opened his eyes and found a headless body strangling himself with a rope."

"And his neck was also thin and long by the rope. He screamed in horror. Under the moonlight, his terrified expression seemed particularly twisted and had a special beauty."

When An Ye spoke this, his tone paused, showing a look of memory, with a crazy and happy expression in his expression, and he whispered: "That feeling is wonderful."

Kiwi looked at Anye in horror, and felt trembling inexplicably.

Because she actually felt-

The stories told by Dark Night seem to be like personal experiences, but the real ones don’t look like stories at all.

But, but how is that possible?

Xia Letian and Han Meimei looked at each other in a vague way, and both came to solemnity from each other's eyes.

The other members were listening quietly. Due to the dim candlelight, Xia Letian could not clearly see the subtle expressions of everyone hiding in the darkness.

But this is simply impossible.

Xia Letian is quite confident in his five senses. Even on dark nights, he can still see clearly.

The night was still telling the story, his voice was hoarse: "He wanted to scream loudly, but he couldn't shout it out. He could only turn his head and ask for help from his wife who was lying beside the bed, but he was frightened to find-"

Kiwi almost screamed in fear, but because of the lesson she taught last time, she immediately covered her mouth, widened her eyes and held her breath, her whole body was extremely cold.

"I found that his wife had only one head left, but her body disappeared. It was at this moment that he suddenly realized that he was pinching his headless body and wearing his wife's clothes-"

"He tried his best to break free, but he felt that his eyes were getting darker, and finally his consciousness fell into darkness. When he woke up again, he found that his wife was dead, with only one head left, just like what he saw last night."

"And his wife's body evaporated out of thin air, disappearing, and he still had nothing, and the mark on his neck also disappeared, as if everything was just his illusion."

"When he said these words to me, he was still in fear and said that he still had no idea why his wife's body disappeared, and even more so why his wife wanted to kill him."

"My story is over."

Dark Night's smile grew bigger and bigger, with a bit of creepy meaning.

The members of the group immediately couldn't help but applaud, and the host praised: "No wonder you are so confident. This story is so wonderful!"

The lights of the Death Castle lit up again.

All members of the group showed admiration and looked at the dark night with admiration.

The host said, "I'm a little worried about the people who will tell the story later. I have to say that this story is really wonderful." As he said, he looked at Jerry, "But now you're telling the story, are you ready?"

Before Jerry answered, the host said again: "If you make excuses to delay, then I will punish you."

Jerry shuddered, suppressed his fear and said with a reluctant smile: "I, I'm ready."
To be continued...