Lu Chen took a step forward and protected Sister Zhou behind him.
"Don't be afraid! I have a buff on me, so ghosts don't dare to come over!"
The photographer also nodded and said sharply to the unkempt man not far away:
"Hey! I have to smoke a cigarette before I leave. Where did you come from, you brat? How dare you scare people here!"
The two of them looked extremely calm, with no trace of fear at all.
Instead, he adjusted his position and assumed a ghost-hunting posture.
Lu Chen clasped his hands together and stood upright, with the bright moonlight shining on his face. His resolute and handsome face was moving.
The photographer turned slightly sideways and made a gesture of drawing his sword, as if he would draw his sword to kill the ghost if he acted rashly.
Sister Zhou looked at the two people posing with handsome poses, with a trace of doubt on her pretty face.
Lu Chen let it go. The photographer was obviously so afraid of ghosts just now, but now that the ghost has really come out, why does it look like a different person?
The unkempt man walked out of the white mist and was startled when he heard everyone talking.
He looked around in panic.
"Ghost? Where is the ghost?"
Seeing the man's panic, Sister Zhou immediately understood what was going on.
There are no ghosts who are afraid of ghosts. Only people are afraid of ghosts. The "ghost" I saw before was actually this person.
It was just that the night was hazy and I couldn't see clearly for a while, and the water friends in the live broadcast room kept saying that this place is haunted.
The fear in my heart was amplified countless times. When I saw this so-called ghost, I didn't dare to step forward to confirm the authenticity and ran away directly.
and
With a cold look on his face, he asked Lu Chen and the photographer who were acting handsome in front of him:
"Did you know from the beginning that it wasn't a ghost?"
Looking at Sister Zhou with a gloomy face in front of them, they both shook their heads.
His eyes were wandering and his eyes were uncertain.
"No way! Aren't we going to worship Bodhisattva in the afternoon, so we are not afraid of ghosts?"
"That's right! When Black and White Wuchang comes, he gives us a cigarette. Why are we afraid of ghosts!"
As soon as the two of them finished speaking, they looked at the ragged middle-aged man not far away.
The middle-aged man walked slowly towards Lu Chen and others. It was not until he approached that Lu Chen and the photographer saw someone following him.
He looked to be about the same age as the photographer, and he also had a camera on his shoulder.
When the photographers on both sides saw that the other party was carrying the same camera they were carrying, they couldn't help but be stunned.
"Eh?"
The ragged middle-aged man also looked at Lu Chen with a shocked expression.
"You are not a contestant in various aspects of life, are you?"
Lu Chen nodded, stretched out his hand and showed a kind smile.
"Number 23, Lu Chen!"
Looking at the palm in front of him, the middle-aged man was a little surprised, but he reacted immediately, wiped it on his clothes a few times, and held it.
"Contestant No. 8, Cao Chengren!"
Hearing the name of contestant No. 8, Lu Chen nodded seriously.
"What a good name. It seems that your parents like Chengren very much..."
Before Lu Chen finished speaking, the photographer covered his mouth.
"Brother! It's live broadcast. If you say this, the live broadcast room will be gone!"
Sister Zhou's pretty face was filled with anger, and she kept looking up and down at the middle-aged man in front of her.
She doesn't have such a good temper towards this middle-aged man who almost killed her soul.
He put his hands on his small waist and started to complain:
"What are you doing in the cemetery at night! I thought you were a ghost when I saw you before, and I was almost scared to death!"
The middle-aged man scratched his head in embarrassment. Faced with Sister Zhou's question, he didn't know what to say for a moment.
However, the photographer behind him stepped forward to help him:
"We have no place to live, and we are always kicked out if we sleep on the street. We have no choice but to come to this abandoned cemetery."
Lu Chen looked at the two people in ragged clothes with a strange look on their faces, and couldn't help but curiously said:
"Why are you so poor? Are you all reduced to sleeping in the cemetery?"
The environment here can only be described as harsh.
First of all, the visibility was horribly low at night, and there was a strong wind from time to time.
Not to mention sleeping here at night, he was shivering from the cold just standing here.
What's more, this is a cemetery.
Although it has been abandoned for a long time, this is what Kyushu people are most taboo about.
And the two people in front of them actually wanted to spend the night here.
Hearing Lu Chen's somewhat surprised tone, Cao Chengren felt even more ashamed.
He scratched his head and said somewhat unwillingly:
"Actually, we have a tent and bought some fruits."
"It's just that tents are not allowed on the streets in the city, so we came here..."
As he spoke, Cao Chengren looked towards Lu Chen and spotted the red plastic bag in Lu Chen's hand.
The look on his face couldn't help but become a little surprised, and he turned to look at the photographer behind him.
"Isn't this the apple we bought?"
The photographer behind Cao Chengren also saw the plastic bag in Lu Chen's hand, and his expression suddenly became extremely wary.
He clearly remembered that he put the apples in the tent before going out, and the bag now appearing in Lu Chen's hand meant that the person in front of him had gone to dig through his tent.
The photographer's attitude suddenly became bad. He looked at Lu Chen in front of him with contempt and said:
"Are you going to dig through other people's tents?"
Sister Zhou and the photographer turned to look at Lu Chen at the same time. After thinking for a while, Lu Chen confirmed that he had not seen the so-called tent. He shook his head and defended:
"I picked it up on the ground, and I didn't see what you called a tent at all!"
Photographer No. 8 pointed to the side, looking a little angry and said:
"Impossible! Our tent is over there. If you didn't enter the tent, how could you get our apples!"
He wanted to continue to say something, but Cao Chengren covered his mouth.
Cao Chengren had a simple and honest smile on his face, and said a little embarrassedly to the people in front of him:
"Um, I'm sorry! Little brother, maybe we remembered it wrong!"
Hearing this, the photographer quickly broke away from his hand and said anxiously:
"Brother! He obviously took our apple, how could he have picked it up!"
"We spent a full twenty yuan on this!"
As a program group, it is at the bottom in terms of popularity and funding.
Twenty yuan is already a large amount of money for them.
Faced with the apple he spent a lot of money to buy being eaten by Lu Chen, Photographer No. 8 was naturally unwilling to accept it.
But Lu Chen's next move made him widen his eyes and all the anger in his heart calmed down.
Lu Chen took out a bright red banknote from his pocket and handed it to Cao Chengren in front of him.
"This is one hundred yuan! No need to look for it!"
The moment Lu Chen took out the banknotes.
The live broadcast room was also abuzz, and one of the barrages was very eye-catching.
[Brother Lu, the grave bag behind you seems to have moved! 】
(End of chapter)
