After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

"How can there be ghosts in a haunted house? These NPCs are really unprofessional."

"I thought it was terrible, but it was just like that."

"Who says it isn't?"

Several people felt relaxed and emboldened a lot, and several people ganged up to bully the NPC.

They laughed out loud at the NPC's aggrieved voice.

"Did you see that the ghost who was scaring people was scared by us?"

"It's such a shame."

"The cooperation between the two of us is really tacit."

"From now on we will be a small group, how about it?"

"I agree! I agree!"

The fundamental reason why the eight people became a small group was because of the queue-jumping incident outside, but they are not willing to mention it now.

In a rare embarrassing tacit understanding, they temporarily formed a camp.

If a camp in the workplace wants to be strong, it must have common topics of complaint and targets for gossip.

Obviously, the eight people still have a lot in common.

They really don't treat NPCs as human beings and gossip about the company openly.

Whoever only has 4,000 yuan a month, but can afford to carry a bag worth tens of thousands, must be being taken care of.

So-and-so and so-and-so left together after get off work. There must be something going on between the two of them.

Whoever stole so-and-so’s plan should take the credit.

"What? It's him! Damn it, I've been busy with the plan for a week!"

One man became furious in the blink of an eye and wanted to rush out and demand an explanation.

The person next to me who broke the news immediately persuaded: "No, no, it's too late to talk about this matter now. We are on the same camp now, and we will take care of each other if anything happens in the future."

"Yes, yes, now we know that he is a villain. It is not worth getting angry with someone like him."

Everyone tried to persuade him, but the man also knew that it was too late. In the midst of everyone's persuasion, the man got off the donkey along the slope.

The next eight people started a series of complaints about this common enemy.

The wind that blended into the wall floated and peeled itself off the wall after the eight people left. "Let's play a game of Jumanji."

Feng Yin walked through another employee express lane with a pace that belonged to the ghost world, and unknowingly floated behind the informant before the eight people knew it.

"call---"

A gust of cold wind blew across the snitch's neck, causing him to shrink subconsciously.

"Let's not make this joke between us."

"what?"

"what happened?"

The people nearby spoke one after another, wondering what the informant meant.

"Stop pretending and blow on my neck. It's too childish."

The seven people had different expressions, and they all said it was not him/her.

The informant moved his neck. Could it be that he was too sensitive?
The eight men continued on.

During the three-minute journey, the informant's neck was blown five times with a very cool breeze.

"Are you guys having fun like this?"

"What are you doing! No matter how angry you are at us, it's not us anymore."

"That's right, this is a haunted house, okay?"

"Yes, everyone, please don't break the peace. I guess it's the equipment of the haunted house."

There are those who act as peacemakers, and there are those who fall out instantly after a temporary alliance becomes unstable.

The snitch man was still suspicious, but over the next five minutes, he started to get scared.

He was obviously looking forward and backward, but why could he still feel the cold air? Not only could he feel the cold air, he could also feel someone knocking on his shoulder.

"You came."

"You came."

Cool and full of expectation, you are here, ringing in the ears of the informant. (End of chapter)