Fu Yingying bit down hard on her lower lip and instinctively reached for Fu Yunxi's arm-
An icy chill spread upward from her palm.
This was not the temperature of a living person.
She stiffly turned her neck to look beside her.
Fu Yunxi was gone.
Sitting in his place was, unmistakably, one of the wax figures from the audience seats.
"Heh, hehehe..."
Raspy, sinister laughter rang out all around her in full surround sound.
Fu Yingying panted rapidly, her chest heaving violently, her eyes widening further and further.
Then her eyes rolled back, and with a strangled squawk, she toppled backward, stiff as a board.
"Huh? Passed out already?"
Xie Lin walked over, crouched down, and poked her a few times with a chair leg.
"Tsk. Can't take a scare, can you?"
[Wait, that ghostly blur running all over the place around Fu Yingying just now was Tao Miaomiao?]
[Oh my god, can a human even run that fast? I replayed it at double speed and still couldn't make out the legs.]
[Hahahahaha, I can't, I'm laughing so hard my sides hurt. This was supposed to be such a scary segment, and this menace somehow made it hilarious.]
[Seriously, the part where the wax figure replaced Film Emperor Fu really scared me. Then Tao Miaomiao pulled that ridiculous stunt and I nearly died laughing.]
[As long as Tao Miaomiao is in this house, you'll never have to be scared.]
[Even a real ghost passing through would get slapped twice. What's a wax figure going to do?]
The others exchanged looks.
Yu Zhiwei spread her hands.
"What do we do now? We're two people short. We can't even keep the script going."
"What's the big deal?"
Xie Lin lazily stood up and nudged Fu Yingying, who lay there like a