Thrilling, Gossiping With a Ghost (Continued)

"What the hell is this place?!" This was completely beyond Su Shangting's tolerance, and he couldn't help but complain.

Wen Feiran didn't dare to show it too obviously in front of the camera, so she could only nod in agreement.

Fearing it would happen again, they stood even closer together, but the bell still rang behind them, relentlessly pursuing them. In their most panicked moment, the wall moved again.

They were walking along just fine, with Wen Feiran close behind Gu Suian, but Song Lindi inexplicably pushed forward, forcing Wen Feiran to make way for him.

There was no time to lose. If she tried to squeeze through, she might encounter danger. Wen Feiran could only watch helplessly as the wall closed. Gu Suian on the other side to indicate that she was fine.

Gu Suian stared at him without moving, his eyes deep and filled with a panic he couldn't understand, as if once he let go, he would never see him again.

Wen Feiran was caught up in his emotions and stood there stunned.

They were divided into three groups, thankfully no one was left behind. Su Shangting looked at him, his voice hoarse, "Let's keep going."

He looked around. "Damn it, I'm completely disoriented. I have no idea where I am."

Wen Feiran's smile was bitter; at this critical juncture, she could only force a smile. "It's alright, things will work themselves out. I'll get through this."

Su Shangting nodded. "We two mustn't get separated."

Wen Feiran shared the same thought.

Gu Suian was the most reliable person in the team. With him covering the rear, Wen Feiran always felt very at ease. Now, with no one around him, he felt very uncomfortable.

But he couldn't show it, worried that it would affect Su Shangting.

Wen Feiran suddenly realized something, and a thought struck him. "Su Shangting, we..."

He only managed to utter a few words before he froze, staring blankly at the empty space behind him.

Where is Su Shangting?!

He took a few steps back, calling Su Shangting's name repeatedly, but only the mournful sound of the wind and the faint sound of bells in the distance answered him.

They eventually drifted apart.

Wen Feiran stood there blankly for a while, her thin shoulders radiating an aura of helplessness.

The best way to deal with getting separated is to stay where you are and wait, but walls can move, so no matter how long you wait, it will be in vain.

Wen Feiran gritted her teeth, forcing herself to turn around and continue walking forward.

He hadn't checked the almanac before leaving home, and to make matters worse, the sound of the bells that had been following him from afar grew closer and closer, each strike hitting his temple.

Wen Feiran no longer cared about looking for anyone else; he ran forward desperately, but the bell seemed to have its sights set on him, following him closely and impossible to shake off.

His body had not fully recovered. Wen Feiran was panting heavily from running, his brain was not getting enough oxygen, he was dizzy, and he almost lost the ability to think.

In his panic, he chased after any light he saw, but the wall was moving, and Wen Feiran used both hands and feet to crawl through it, almost rolling and scrambling, losing one of his shoes in the process.

With the wall behind him closed, the bell shouldn't be able to catch up. Wen Feiran then scrambled to his feet, looking disheveled, and gasped for breath, supporting himself on his knees.

He hadn't felt tired or in pain because of the rapid surge of adrenaline, but now he realized he was too exhausted to walk, so he leaned against the wall and rested for a while.

When he tried to continue walking, he belatedly realized he had lost one shoe; the height-increasing insole was also gone, leaving one foot almost dangling in the air when he stood up straight.

"..." Wen Feiran awkwardly covered her face with her hand and walked forward with uneven steps.

[Haha, I'm dying of laughter! He grew ten centimeters taller on the spot.]

[Are height-increasing insoles really that effective? Could you share the link? doge emoji]

[I didn't expect you to be so concerned about your image! Indeed, a man can be inadequate, but he can't be short!]

[OK, pass it on. Wen Feiran isn't good enough, her score isn't high enough.]

[Haha, stop bullying honest people! My wife finally managed to act a little more natural, but seeing this, she's going to blush and hide from the camera again.]

[Has Feiran finally come out of this? This place feels much more normal now.]

Wen Feiran shared the same thought. He let out a long sigh of relief, his steps becoming lighter. He knew that once he turned this corner, he would be able to embrace the light.

As if in response, Wen Feiran heard voices that sounded very familiar. Although he couldn't immediately identify who they were, he was certain they were one of them.

Wen Feiran's smile was about to turn into a greeting when she heard another voice.

"Don't call me brother. There's no audience now, isn't this brotherly affection just disgusting? Let me tell you, I am the only child of the Meng Family, and you can't take my identity away!"

Wen Feiran seemed to have been paused; her body froze, and her bright smile turned bitter.

"..."

That familiar feeling, that familiar taste, it's here again!

Why is that?!

He always seems to encounter these kinds of situations!!

Having experienced this so many times, Wen Feiran thought it would be hard to be embarrassed again, but this time the record was broken once more.

The evil spirit was played by a staff member. While chasing after the demon, it lost its bell and looked down at the ground, momentarily disoriented, unsure of where it had gone.

He seemed to sense something too, looked up, and met Wen Feiran's gaze.

Wen Feiran: "..."

The demon. "..."

Logically, the two of them should be in a hunter-prey relationship. There is a wall behind Wen Feiran, and if he wants to escape, he can only turn the corner and move forward. The staff member playing the evil spirit can catch Wen Feiran by simply crossing the middle corridor and going to the other side.

But the narrow corridor in the middle seemed like an insurmountable chasm, with the two people at opposite ends, looking at each other with different expressions.