Sure enough, feeling along the ground, they found strands of hair. Some had snapped, but Ren Chuchu grabbed one that hadn't. Like winding yarn, she kept pulling and pulling, getting more and more into it.
"Wow, there really is!" The young girl cried out in surprise, looking at Tang Jingran with admiration.
Bai Lu was dumbfounded. She knew she had come here to cooperate with the plot and put on a show. She had always maintained a very professional working attitude—sometimes, even if she wasn't scared, she would pretend to be, giving the audience a better viewing experience.
She hadn't expected Tang Jingran to play it like this. In disbelief, she asked, "Have you always been like this?" How had the production crew not blacklisted him...
Before Tang Jingran could reply, a woman's voice came from the corner. It blared like a loudspeaker and nearly cracked. "Stop pulling, stop pulling! You're going to yank me bald! I'll come out already, is this ever going to end?!"
She had been crouching in that corner, planning to use the mechanisms arranged by the production crew to scare them again. They were supposed to follow the hair and find her terrifying figure inside a sealed box. But Ren Chuchu just wouldn't leave. She kept pulling, pulling for dear life.
Who the hell could stand that? It was a wig, but part of it was stuck to her head. Her scalp was practically being torn off.
Ren Chuchu immediately tossed away the clump of hair in her hand. "Sorry, sis. I thought it wasn't attached to your head."
"..." The female ghost rolled her eyes. "Sweetie, you can try walking away."
"But I don't want to. I'm timid. I'm scared." Ren Chuchu patted her chest and let out a breath. When the other woman