Lu Renyi, who has always been unknown and served as the background board in the white night, finally got rid of his identity as a passer-by and became the protagonist of the audience's attention.

The strength of a ghost has a lot to do with the depth of resentment.

Lu Renyi died of murder, and the murderer was his most trusted wife. From the very beginning, she harbored resentment and could not let it go.

Now witnessing Gu Si's perverted behavior with his own eyes, his anger was instantly ignited, and with a roar like thunder, he rushed straight to the dance floor!

To be honest, Gu Si was stunned for several seconds.

For a moment, an extremely absurd thought floated in his heart:

Perhaps, he traveled to a parallel time and space, where he was indeed obsessed with this programmer wearing glasses and a plaid shirt, just like he loved Baishuangxing.

Otherwise, how to explain those photos that have no sense of disobedience?

Fortunately, he was not an idiot, and quickly realized that it was Xue Er and others who were making trouble.

These bastards!

"you listen to me."

Cold sweat broke out from his forehead, Gu Si tried his best to keep calm: "I've never seen you, even your name—"

Before the words fell, Lu Renyi's murderous intent was already coming!

From Lu Renyi's subjective perspective, Gu Si was the culprit who threatened his wife and caused his death.

Facing the real culprit, Li Gui's resentment soared several times, and Gu Si was knocked to the ground with just one blow.

Severe pain struck, Gu Si took a deep breath and twitched.

Lu Renyi was very murderous, but he was not a cheap lamp.

In recent years, after killing an unknown number of people and eating human flesh and heart, Gu Si's strength is increasing day by day, far beyond the reach of ordinary ghosts.

With a beast-like growl from his throat, the young man staggered up from the ground, raising his red eyes.

But in the blink of an eye, the ballroom was filled with a dark wind and resentment.

This was an endless battle between the red-clothed ghosts, and the sensible guests retreated one after another, fearing that it would affect themselves.

The waiter's face was pale and panicked: "Don't hit it, don't hit it! This is a place for dancing, if you break it, the owner of the castle will be angry!"

Of course the two ghosts ignored him.

The death fight was about to start, and the bullet screen was also extremely lively.

"Hehehe let's fight! Let's fight! Tear harder! Le Zigui depends on this to make a living."

"Two big brothers! Can you calm down a little bit and use your brain to think about it! What's the matter, ouch!"

"I've seen so many episodes of the show, Gu Si is the worst ghost. Not only social death, but also facing the danger of dying, a big tragedy.

By the way, is this live broadcast coming to an end soon?"

"What will be the next show? Does anyone dare to call the program team?"

"Once you make a call, drag them into your own world...won't they become the second generation of Gu Si! I don't want it!"

"Wait, look at the entrance of the ballroom! Is someone coming in? It's so oppressive."

Seeing the last real-time comment, Bai Shuangxing's eyes flickered.

She did feel a cold, biting wind.

The ballroom was overcrowded, and most of the guests gathered together to form a circle, carefully watching the death fight in the middle of the dance floor.

At the entrance of the main entrance, a dark shadow appeared vaguely.

On the other side, Gu Si gritted his teeth fiercely, and behind him rose a black mist like a tide, which was about to attack Lu Renyi——

Suddenly, another strange but powerful force came suddenly, like the wind blowing from the ground, knocking him back in an instant!

Gu Si fell heavily to the ground again, jumped in embarrassment, and lost consciousness and closed his eyes.

The waiter was overjoyed as if seeing a savior: "Master!"

Owner?

Bai Shuang raised her eyebrows.

The waiter said that if you fight each other in the castle, the owner of the castle will be angry.

The commotion between Gu Si and Lu Renyi was too loud, which obviously attracted the "master" over.

In the white night, there are rules that must be followed——

Not only for humans, ghosts also need to be kept in mind.

Once violated, no matter who it is, it will be punished accordingly.

Thinking of this, Bai Shuangxing secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, they chose to kill the man-eating cat and the man-snake in a remote and uninhabited corner, and were not discovered by any ghosts.

Obviously, the strength of the owner of the castle is much higher than that of Gu Si.

Lu Renyi faintly sensed the danger, his lips twitched, and before he could make a sound, he was also knocked unconscious.

The discussions stopped at the same time, and the ghosts turned their heads in astonishment.

The black figure standing at the entrance was silent and took a few steps forward.

Baishuangxing was able to get a glimpse of its whole picture.

It was an irregular black shadow, like a wriggling black mire, unlike any inhuman creature she had ever seen.

She couldn't even understand its language.

The black shadow was turbid, and it kept its posture motionless, and from some part of its body, it uttered an indistinct whisper like a mantra.

The waiter bowed again and again, and dutifully translated: "The master said that these two guests broke the rules, so they can only be knocked out and thrown... ah no, they are sent out of the castle."

The waiter wiped the cold sweat from his brow.

"The host also said that he hoped everyone would have a good time and have a satisfying night."

Having said that, he twitched the corners of his mouth and squeezed out a formulaic smile: "It's just that please don't damage the venue anymore, the maintenance fee is very expensive."

Bai Shuang pursed her lips, her eyelids twitched.

Even such a powerful ghost cannot escape the sanction of money, very good, very real.

"This... of course!"

A ghost smiled flatteringly: "How can we have the heart to ruin such a beautiful night? Thank you for the hospitality, thank you, thank you!"

With him in the lead, more guests quickly apologized:

"Yeah! They are ignorant, should we still make trouble? I'm sorry for disturbing you."

The waiter trembled and translated their words to the castle owner.

Hei Ying nodded slightly when he heard the words, moved his body, and left.

When it left, the gloomy chill that shrouded the entire ballroom dissipated, Bai Shuangxing shook his palm, and felt a cold sweat.

A truly terrifying ghost, just by its own aura, is enough to make other creatures tremble.

As the expelled guests, Gu Si and Lu Renyi were carried out of the castle by the waiters and left on the side of the road.

When Gu Siche completely disappeared in this space, the threat of the four boyfriends dissipated one by one, and most of the mission of Bai Shuangxing was completed.

Ji Fenglin painted the blood of human and snake on the inside of the suit, the human aura was largely concealed, so as long as it is carefully concealed, it will definitely not be exposed.

Not to mention Shen Chan, the dead ghost husband has since left the stage, and there is no longer any threat around her. She can comfortably wait for midnight to arrive.

"call."

After being worried for several hours, Shen Chan sat in front of a round table and rubbed the center of her brows heavily: "It's finally over."

Xueer on the side probed tentatively: "Then I—"

Bai Shuangxing glanced at him, and waved his hands indifferently: "It's okay, you can go."

After a pause, she raised the corners of her mouth and smiled gently: "Senior, in this way, we will be grasshoppers on the same rope."

Xue Er was slightly stunned, then nodded vigorously: "Understood!"

Gu Si suffered a great humiliation tonight, and when he wakes up from the main road outside the castle, he will definitely hate Bai Shuangxing and Xueer to the bone.

Xue Er is just a living dead, and his strength is far inferior to the red-clothed ghost. If he wants to survive, he can only seek the protection of Bai Shuangxing——

Ever since seeing the karmic fire in her palm, Xue Er firmly believed that Bai Shuangxing was a more ferocious and terrifying evil spirit than Gu Si.

Therefore, it is absolutely impossible for Xue Er to betray her.

Xue Er fled quickly in a panic, and suddenly there were several exclamations at the entrance of the ballroom.

what happened again?

Bai Shuangxing turned around curiously, saw the picture by the door clearly, and frowned secretly.

Outside the open door stood a man covered in blood.

There was no wound on his body, the blood did not come from him, but from the woman he dragged along.

Shen Chan also saw this scene, her eyes moved slightly, and she subconsciously held her breath.

The man looked gentle, with a casual smile on the corner of his mouth, his right hand was soaked in blood, and he pulled the woman's blood-stained long hair tightly.

As for the woman, a hideous bloody hole had been pierced in her chest, and she was already half dead.

"Where's the waiter?"

The man let go and left the woman aside: "I'm sorry, my wife got in somehow and found out that I'm a living dead... Sigh, let's send her to the kitchen. I won't do it myself.kill her."

Bai Shuangxing's heart shuddered.

Husband and wife, the living dead—

The identities just matched, and this was the caller who called them.

As early as the beginning of this mission, Bai Shuangxing discussed with his teammates whether to protect the caller.

The conclusion is that they don't even recognize who the other person really is.

There were a total of nearly a hundred guests at the ball, and they all wore various masks.

They only heard the voice of the help-seeker on the phone in a hurry, and they knew nothing about her, no matter her name, identity or appearance.

Under such circumstances, it is impossible for a few people to talk to all the ghosts one by one, so as to distinguish the familiar voices.

What's more, the person who asked for help had already died, and what was in this live broadcast was just a surviving soul of the dead.

They can't protect themselves, there is no need to die for it.

Bai Shuangxing didn't make a sound, quietly looking at the figure by the door.

They didn't get involved with the story of the help-seekers, and what is displayed in front of them at this moment should be the memories that actually happened back then.

A bloody mouth pierced through the chest cavity, and the woman was dying of pain, with tears constantly oozing from the corners of her eyes.

She moved her lips, exhausted all her strength, and issued a low and hoarse cry for help: "Help me...please, don't kill me...please..."

However, no one paid attention.

The waiters approached her step by step, as if setting up a piece of fat and delicious food, and walked into the kitchen contentedly.

The woman's cry for help turned into crying and struggling, until finally, there was a heart-piercing scream——

A waiter disliked her for being too noisy, so he condensed his resentment into a solid body, and once again penetrated her bloody chest.

The hallway is bloody, desperate and dark, separated by a door, the music in the dance hall keeps on, and the men and women are smiling.

The ladies danced lightly and their skirts fluttered like light and elegant butterflies; the men in suits and leather shoes talked and laughed happily, talking about the delicious food tonight.

Bai Shuangxing listened without saying a word, his eyes darkened slightly.

This reminded her of the first location mission they experienced. In that isolated mountain villa, three young people also died tragically, with no bones left.

They were all ordinary human beings who were desperately trying to survive.

In the barrage in the live broadcast room, there is still a grand carnival going on.

"Yeah! I finally saw someone die! Can you give her a little more camera? I really want to see her being chopped into pieces and made into a meat paste hahaha!"

"Isn't this better than dog blood and love entanglement? I advise the program team to take care of themselves and get rid of the three hosts as soon as possible in the next mission."

"I think Bai Shuangxing and the others are very interesting hahahaha, how many tasks are there tonight? Let us have fun by broadcasting it soon."

"When Bai Shuangxing dies, can I have her body? I really want to treasure it...I will keep it well."

It is obviously a common boldface, but when put together, it makes people feel disgusting for no reason.

Several storms passed without any risk, and before knew it, the time finally came to midnight.

Bai Shuang walked close to his ears, and a system notification sounded.

"Ding dong!"

"In the castle in the middle of the night, it turns out that evil spirits and ghosts really gathered in one room, feeding on human beings, kicking off their bloody feast."

"It's too dangerous! Audiences, please be careful, don't enter the brightly lit strange castle!"

"Congratulations to the hosts for successfully cracking the fourth phone call, and the location shooting is over!"

The radiance and feast in front of me disappeared without a trace.

The familiar studio came back into view, and Bai Shuangxing saw the alive and kicking octopus monster in the blink of an eye.

"Another wonderful live broadcast!"

The popularity of the show soared, and many viewers placed bets, guessing who among them would be the first to die.

The ratings are getting higher and higher, and Teacher Little Ke is very satisfied: "Hosts, you have worked hard!"

Having said that, it also understands that these three human beings must not be allowed to run amok and make the show go crazy.

According to the rules of the white night, in the "Death Survival Hotline" every night, a total of five calls will be answered.

Bai Shuangxing skipped the first challenge by approaching science, and was lucky to survive the next three games. At this moment, there is only one last chance left.

...In any case, they must die here.

In the white night of surveillance system No. 444, there has never been a precedent for human beings to survive by chance.

There was a murderous intent flashing in his eyes, and the smile on the corner of Mr. Little Ke's mouth was still bright.

"Okay! Next, let's connect with the next audience!"

The octopus monster used a pretentiously cute tone, and puffed its cheeks: "I don't know, who will be the lucky one this time—?"

It knew very well that the audience who called the hotline were all evil spirits with deep grievances.

For example, the first call was made by the ghost who died at the crossroads, the second call was made by the hostess in the villa, the third call was made by the wraith of a villager who died, and the fourth call was made by one of the guests at the ball.

Once the calls are selected by Mr. Little Ke, their memories will become reality, and a former victim will be selected to make his (her) dying soul reappear and ask the hosts for help.

Immediately afterwards, the host will be forced to enter the scene of the story to experience the thrilling and almost fatal killing.

After watching the live broadcast, countless ghosts wanted to kill the three of Bai Shuangxing with their own hands. They believed that it would be a great pleasure.

Therefore, in the first few times when the hotline was opened, there was an endless stream of callers.

It is the job of Teacher Little Ke to select dozens or hundreds of messages——

After receiving a call, it will make a preliminary call back, and then pick out the most dangerous and frightening one and hand it over to the three hosts.

Before...it was really lively.

The octopus monster stood in front of the stage with a stiff expression, not very good-looking.

Why this time, after two full minutes, there is still no call?

"Audience friends, please call the hotline!"

The octopus monster waved its hands, its tentacles squirmed slowly, and grinned happily.

"As long as you provide the real stories you have experienced, the hosts will go to the scene in person! Our number is 4444, don't forget!"

Time passed little by little, five seconds, ten seconds, half a minute, one minute.

Maintaining this posture, it stood stiffly for an unknown period of time, and the phone beside it was always quiet, and no one dialed.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

Teacher Little Ke raised the corner of his mouth reluctantly: "Hmm... Is there something wrong with the phone of our program group? Let Teacher Little Ke come and check."

It twisted its body and looked left and right with the desktop phone. At the same time, the barrage in the live broadcast room was surging.

"After watching these live broadcasts, is there any warrior who dares to call?"

"I'm not going to fight anyway.

But all the ghosts that appear in this show will either be disillusioned or socially dead... I don't want to lose face in front of so many people, and I don't even want to die."

"Although I really want to be stepped on by my sister, I still have to cry while I'm alive."

"Cowards! You cowards! Call quickly, why dare you! Kill them hard, I want to see the blood flow like a river!"

"The man who keeps saying that the blood is flowing like a river, you are so excited, call yourself."

Blood flowed into a river and stopped talking.

The phone didn't ring for a long time, Teacher Little Ke was in a circle in embarrassment, and kept wiping his forehead with his tentacles.

In the void, the pixel clown also gritted his teeth.

No. 444 of the surveillance system does not understand.

It really doesn't understand.

Since White Night came, the survival challenge led by it has become the nightmare of countless people.

The live broadcasts brought thrilling deaths and tortures time after time, and the evil spirits imprisoned in the white night enjoyed watching them with great enthusiasm.

In the past, every call to the hotline would be exploded——

Who doesn't want to be a part of it and watch those poor, miserable human beings die miserably.

Killing brings unprecedented pleasure, let them enjoy it.

But this time, and only this time, something unexpected happened.

How would its show go on if none of the ghosts made the call?

Could it be possible to announce the termination of the live broadcast now and send Bai Shuangxing and the others home?

444 can't do it.

After finally waiting for such an interesting prey, it wanted to see her being tortured a little bit, and finally couldn't hold on, crying and begging for mercy with tears.

Thinking about it this way, the pixel clown hated iron for being weak, and hammered hard at the live broadcast panel in front of him.

To be frightened by three humans, what's going on with these ghosts!

waste!

In the studio, the air froze a little.

Just when the octopus monster was scratching its head for the one hundred and second time, the phone rang suddenly without warning.

finally come!What a savior this is!

A bright flame rose in his heart, Teacher Little Ke jumped up quickly, and without hesitation to screen and distinguish, he connected it without hesitation.

"Welcome to call the "Death Survival Hotline" program team!"

The tentacles swayed happily, and the big eyes of the octopus monster blinked: "Excuse me, is there anything I can do to help you?"

On the other side of the receiver, there was silence for a few seconds.

Immediately afterwards, a low laugh sounded.

It's the voice of a young girl, tactful and ethereal, very pleasant to hear.

It's just... why is this voice so familiar?

Very rarely, Teacher Little Ke froze in place without moving.

A horrifying thought popped up in his heart, causing him to turn his head blankly and look at the hosting platform on the other side.

It was Bai Shuangxing's voice that came over the phone.

But at this moment, Bai Shuangxing held the mobile phone and smiled at it with crooked eyebrows.

Although she hasn't said more words yet, Teacher Little Ke feels that it may have encountered a big problem.

——When they were sent to the studio of the program group, the clothes of the three of them did not change, and they maintained the outfits they had just entered the white night.

Of course, they have their own mobile phones.

The moment it reported the phone number of the program group, a plan was successfully formed in Bai Shuangxing's mind.

Sitting on the podium, she once checked the surroundings.

The place they were in looked empty, but it was actually surrounded by an invisible barrier, like a solid high wall, impenetrable.

To prevent the host from trying to escape or resist, the program team made preparations early and locked them in a small space on the host station.

When the barrier is touched, the system's prompt will sound soon.

"Ding dong!"

"The host please sit at the table and listen carefully to the calls from the audience!"

"When shooting on location, it's free time."

In other words, this barrier will be removed only when the assignment is received and location shooting begins.

So……

What if she made this studio itself a location for location shooting?

Teacher Little Ke clearly said that the premise of calling the hotline is to "tell your own personal experience" and "keep in mind the phone number of the program group".

Coincidentally, the Baishuang line just happened to be available.

She took a good rest and quietly bent the corners of her eyes.

When she spoke, Bai Shuangxing's smiling voice rang out from all the telephone receivers at the scene.

"Hello, host."

Bai Shuangxing said: "Now I am at the recording site of a program called "Death Survival Hotline"."

The body of the octopus monster began to tremble.

It wants to hang up the phone, but unfortunately, once the selected content starts to connect, it cannot be stopped.

"This is the white night created by the surveillance system No. 444. My friend and I were forced to serve as the hosts of the show. Every time we answered the phone, we would enter the story told by the audience and experience the story for ourselves."

Bai Shuang took his time and spoke softly: "Up until now, we have completed four challenges."

"???"

"I don't understand, what is this operation?"

"Wait, wait, she did this, didn't she—"

"Wait a minute, my brain is stupid, I didn't react.

'Isn't it' what!You should speak clearly!"

The barrage was filled with question marks and exclamation marks, and the octopus monster took a step back, its eyes twitching.

Not good... very bad.

Where is the best place for it to escape in the event of an accident?

"Let me explain.

The rules of Deadline are that all incoming calls will become reality, allowing the hosts to perform survival challenges.

Once the mission starts, the invisible barrier around them will disappear.

Now, she's making a call for help in her own identity, claiming she's trapped on the show "Death to Survive"—

Then the place where the task is performed is the current studio."

"Grass, I understand.

It's just that at that time, due to the 'location shooting time', they were no longer restricted by the barrier...

You can move around the studio as you please."

"???"

"This is a bug! The barrier disappears, what should I do if Baishuangxing messes around in the studio?!"

"As for the request I want to ask the hosts to complete—"

Bai Shuangxing leaned lightly on the back of the chair, her long eyelashes drooped slightly, and there was a faint smile in her eyes.

She said: "I hate this show, how about... destroy it?"

The air froze for a second.

Followed by her constant soft tone: "By the way, there are also those 'spectators' who hide behind the screen and keep sending barrage. If you guessed right, they are also hiding somewhere in this white night."corner."

In the live broadcast room, the barrage stopped in shock.

"They are a group of disgusting ghosts. If you can, please get rid of them together. How did you say that? Ah, I remembered."

Bai Shuangxing raised the corner of his mouth: "It is...'Blood flows into a river'."

The coldness came from behind, wrapped in a sense of crisis that made his scalp tingle.

The octopus monster couldn't help shrinking back, and suddenly trembled violently.

Ruined.

It has become a task object.

"Ka...Kacha!"

Bai Shuang's voice fell, and the system sound of the mission rang out in the ears of everyone present at the same time.

It was extremely clear, but also extremely loud, with very rare noises.

"Kaka... hiss... ding-dong!"

"Successfully connected to the call from the audience, the main task has been updated!"

"Mission Five: Death Survival Hotline"

"It's a really weird late-night show.

Three young people were drawn into it for no reason and became the host of the show.

The shadow of death, the barrage of carnival, the ubiquitous evil spirits... Surrounded by them, can you survive?"

"Exterior filming is about to start, hosts please get ready!"

"This mission... hiss... Kaka..."

"Destroy... Kacha... Destroy the program recording site... Find out the ghost who sent the barrage, and... Kacha..."

In the silent and empty live broadcast room, there was a moment of dead silence.

It didn't take long before a barrage of barrages rolled in, each of which carried fear and panic visible to the naked eye.

"I rely on me, rely on me, rely on me! Something happened!!!"

"???????"

"Still posting barrage here?! Brothers and sisters, hurry up! Escape!!!"