After the five-year-old milk bag came down the mountain, everyone was vying to dote on her

I really don't know whether to call him strange or unlucky.

Shen Weixun had something to do and had been quite busy during this period, so this time he went to Zhuanluo Wuyou, and it was his senior brother who accompanied Ruanruan.

Taoist Priest Qingyun is working overtime to sew a new robe for Ruanruan. After all, the last piece of clothing has been penetrated by the magic pestle, and there is really no way to continue to mend it.

He can only do it again.

During this time, Ruanruan could only wear the princess dress prepared by his old father.

Put a pink color on your body and it will be as cute as you want.

The place they agreed on was a shopping mall.

Xiaotuanzi wore a pink princess gauze dress and a small crown on her head and gained a lot of heads.

Of course, this return rate is naturally attributed to Mu Yanchen.

This guy looks like a direct immortal. When he stands there, he looks like a handsome young man walking out of an ancient painting.

In addition, he has long hair, and he looks more like someone who has traveled through time in ancient times.

Many sisters turned their heads because of him. When they saw Xiaotuanzi, they were so cute that they howled like marmots in their hearts.

When Luo Wuyou first saw Mu Yanchen, he was really surprised.

But he was in a catastrophe and had no time to think about other things.

After only hesitating for 0.01 second, he stepped forward and held the soft little hand, crying.

"Master Ruanruan, you must save me."

"Don't worry, tell me what happened."

Ruanruan just took a cursory glance at Luo Wuyou's face and saw that his hall was darkened, so she had an idea in her mind.

He really hit a ghost.

It's just that he took the initiative to provoke this ghost.

"Don't mention it. I just wanted to follow the trend and have fun. I didn't expect to encounter such a dirty thing."

Luo Wuyou sat on the sofa dejectedly, asked the waiter to serve two cups of coffee, and ordered a glass of juice for Ruanruan before getting down to business.

"Is script-killing popular during this time? It's role-playing.

Then perform the plot according to the script and deduce the final truth through known clues.

A friend of mine saw the business opportunity and bought an island to build scenes and prepare for large-scale script killing. It is not open to the public yet. He invited some of our brothers to go to the island to try it out first, and then..."

Luo Wuyou's friend is not a fair-weather friend you usually meet in bars and the like.

They grew up together since childhood.

So when the other party invited him to play, he agreed without saying a word.

The script they played was relatively long and required three days and two nights on the island.

When he first arrived on the island and was exposed to such a new type of game, Luo Wuyou thought it was quite novel and quite fun.

But on the second day, the script they played began to get out of control.

First, during meal time, the restaurant was inexplicably locked, and then the earthquake started.

All the staff disappeared en masse inexplicably, and there was no signal on their mobile phones. They complained that the sky and the earth were not working, and that the ground was not working.

I was trapped and it took me a whole morning to get out of the restaurant.

After they came out, they were going back to the room to pack their things and left immediately, only to find that the room was in a mess by someone.

Nothing was lost, it was just turned over.

All communication equipment failed, and they gathered together and spent the night in fear.

In the middle of the night, some of them saw ghost shadows in a daze.

Luo Wuyou also saw it.

But until now, he couldn't be sure whether that thing was a ghost.

After all, people's conventional perception is that ghost shadows are white, and that ghost shadow is red. It flashed past the door, and when they chased after it, they found that there was nothing behind the door.

On the third day, the boat scheduled to pick them up docked, and they fled the island without even thinking about it.

I thought it would be fine as long as I stayed away from that place.

But during the week since he came back, Luo Wuyou had the same dream every night.

In the dream, he saw the friend who developed the project.

Scene one is the island.

The friend's body was covered in blood and he cried for help.

After a while, the human skin on his body slowly fell off on its own.

The scene in the dream was extremely scary, and he was scared to wake up every night.

But the people in the dream are still alive in real life, and we can still meet them occasionally.

So Luo Wuyou felt that the dirty things on the island must have followed him back.

In the dream, he became his friend.

"Isn't it troublesome that little master is pestering me? Do you have a way to solve it? I dare not sleep every night now. Every time I close my eyes, I will be in that scene, and I will be scared to death."

"Recently, my life has been really unlucky, and all kinds of messy things can happen to me. After what happened last time, I didn't dare to fall in love, so I just wanted to find some entertainment activities. I didn't expect to encounter this." Kind of something."

Luo Wuyou felt tired and decadent.

With the previous lessons, he has completely changed his past and is no longer like the person he used to be, changing his girlfriend every day.

He doesn't even dare to talk about his girlfriend anymore.

People say that the prodigal son never changes his fortune.

He had changed his mind and started a new life, so how could he still encounter such strange things?

"Brother Luo, do you know your friend's birthday and horoscope?"

Ruanruan did not answer any of his questions directly, and the reason for this was far from simple as Luo Wuyou thought.

"I only remember his birthday, but not the exact birth date."

"Then can you inquire?"

"Then wait a moment and I'll make a call."

Luo Wuyou picked up his cell phone and was about to call his friend, but Ruanruan stopped him at this moment.

"Don't call him personally, ask someone else."

Ruanruan's request was strange, but out of trust, Luo Wuyou secretly doubted it and turned around to call his assistant.

It is difficult for others to get information about people like them. After all, they grew up in the same circle. It is very easy for friends to get this information.

Almost ten minutes later, the assistant sent him a text message.

The birth date is very accurate, even down to minutes and seconds.

Ruanruan took a look and calculated silently in her heart. The result was not surprising, but it was difficult for people to express it verbally.

Mu Yanchen, who had been watching from the side, had nothing to do and made a divination for this person's birth date.

As a boy who is more straightforward than soft.

Mu Yanchen blurted out without thinking.

"The person with the birth date is dead. The one you have is not haunted by ghosts. It's your friend who is giving you a dream."

drip...

drip...

Before Luo Wuyou could finish digesting what Mu Yanchen said, his cell phone rang.