Soon, under the darkness of night, the bonfire in the center suddenly lit up, illuminating the surrounding area red.
At the same time, all the lights on the tents, except for the walkway to the toilet, were all turned off at this time.
A large circle outside the bonfire has also been laid out with blankets. Large pieces of blankets are arranged in a circle. You can sit casually, and the atmosphere suddenly rises.
After that, there were more people, one by one.
The organizers of this bonfire party did not do anything fancy, such as dancing wildly around the bonfire. After all, they were still students, and most of them were thin-skinned.
Therefore, after much discussion and voting, the activity of telling ghost stories was finally chosen.
Everyone has a number plate, and the host randomly draws from the box above. The person who is drawn tells a ghost story in front of the audience. They can give impromptu speeches or use their mobile phones to check information.
But one thing cannot be repeated.
And if you are really good at speaking this, you can also perform a talent show and pass the test.
For students, whether the story is scary or not, the key is the lively atmosphere, wilderness, bonfires, and companions. These elements alone are already very interesting.
Even before it officially started, many people's faces were already red, not sure whether it was from the fire or excitement.
"Zhao Cheng, are you afraid?"
Next to Zhao Cheng, Zhao Xiaoxiang tugged on Zhao Cheng's sleeve and sounded a little excited.
"I feel like there are so many of us, so the ghosts should be afraid of us."
Zhao Cheng couldn't help but complain.
In those ghost movies, the plot of telling ghost stories and encountering ghosts usually only involves three or five people going to the wilderness to commit suicide in the middle of the night.
But in front of us, there were more than a hundred people and a bright bonfire. This was no longer a case of ghosts scaring people, but people scaring ghosts.
If there were any ghosts in this place, they would frighten the natives.
"Zhao Cheng, let me tell you, I have prepared a super scary ghost story. Don't be scared to the point of wetting the bed when you go to bed later."
Zhao Xiaoxiang snorted lightly and then said.
When Zhao Cheng heard this, he thought about Zhao Xiaoxiang's active role in family ghost stories in the early years. He was scared by the ghost stories told by his mother and did not dare to go to the toilet alone. Horror" is somewhat doubtful.
However, thinking of some past things, Zhao Cheng had to admire his mother's ability to tell stories, and she could always tell lies as if they were true.
In retrospect, he was also frightened when he was still young. When sleeping, he did not dare to put his feet out of the bed.
Thinking of this, Zhao Cheng couldn't help but smile.
"why are you laughing?!"
Zhao Xiaoxiang saw Zhao Cheng's smile and pushed Zhao Cheng.
"Thinking of something interesting."
"I still remember someone who was too scared to go to the toilet."
Zhao Cheng said.
"snort!"
Zhao Xiaoxiang hummed and patted Zhao Cheng.
"That's because I'm young and ignorant. Do you know what thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi are? Don't bully young girls into poverty. It's already 2022 and you still look at me with old eyes. Zhao Cheng, let me tell you. , your road is narrow."
"Don't bully young girls into being poor, don't bully middle-aged people into being poor, don't bully old people into being poor, the dead one is the biggest?!"
Zhao Cheng made a joke.
While they were talking, a furry paw patted Zhao Xiaoxiang, and then patted him again and again.
"Who!"
"ah!"
Zhao Xiaoxiang looked back, and before he finished speaking, there was a scream.
It turned out that when she turned her head, she saw a ferocious monkey face facing her face.
Her whole body was so excited that she almost jumped up.
Then, she heard a familiar laughter coming from the monkey's face.
"Hahaha, Xiaoxiang, you are so timid."
Yang Shiyun took off her hood and smiled happily.
Yang Shiyun, a girl, looks like a lady in front of strangers, but in front of acquaintances, she is very interesting.
"It sounds like you are very brave. If our roles were reversed just now, your reaction would definitely be greater than mine."
Zhao Xiaoxiang snorted coldly.
"So, how did your ghost story go?"
Zhao Xiaoxiang asked.
"I'm not very good at telling stories, especially ghost stories, so if it's my turn, I'll go up and play a song for everyone."
"I'm pretty good at the piano."
Yang Shiyun squatted down next to Zhao Xiaoxiang, put his hands in the air, and flicked them in the air, with light and steady fingering.
"Brother, what about you, are you prepared?"
Yang Shiyun asked, not ignoring Zhao Cheng.
"It should be fine."
Zhao Cheng said that while speaking, the contents of many miscellaneous books he had read in the past, which contained supernatural elements, were quickly reviewed in his mind.
If you read a lot of books, you will naturally become proficient in making things up.
Soon, everyone sat down, some of them were prepared, and even prepared headgear and even doll costumes early. Suddenly, this small place felt like a crowd of demons dancing wildly.
At the same time, the outermost ring of large speakers was also turned on, and strange background music came from it.
As for the host Li Qingmeng, at this time, she also changed into the classic white-clothed female ghost dress in the film and television drama, and also had strange makeup on her face. However, even so, the female ghost dressed as Li Qingmeng, at a glance, was... It turns out that the person's beauty is not terrifying, but a kind of beauty.
Facts have proved that real beautiful girls never put on any airs and are very down-to-earth.
As for those who are showing off, they are obviously not beautiful girls, but just monsters.
Afterwards, Li Qingmeng cleared his throat and directly announced the start of the show, and then the lottery started.
The first one to come on stage was a boy. This boy was wearing a white sheet with two holes cut out. He thought he was a ghost and started his performance directly.
At the same time, the place fell silent, leaving only the changing light and shadow of the bonfire, the strange tones coming from the speakers, and the boy's voice telling stories in a low tone.
This is a story called White Shadow. It is not a specialty of Yanhuang, but a very famous story abroad.
As the boy told his story, the atmosphere became more subtle, and the boy only thought that he had told it well, until he suddenly found that many people were staring behind him in horror.
His body suddenly stiffened, his voice suddenly paused, and a chill came from his heart.
"Are you talking about me?!"
There was a sound, like a knife cutting glass, from behind him, and a faint chill came from behind him.
"ah!"
With a scream, he stopped telling the story and jumped directly into the crowd.
Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of laughter. Those frightened faces before were not even a little frightened at this moment.
The boy turned around and saw a friend of his, holding a rechargeable silent hair dryer that could blow cold air in one hand, and a mobile phone that was playing a recording in the other hand.
Seeing the boy turn his head, he suppressed his smile, held something and spread his hands.
It turned out that when he was fascinated by the story, his friend touched his back and used body language to get everyone to cooperate, and this was how the show started.
