The Strongest Sweet Wife: Subduing the Superstar Husband

Chapter 937 Bus No. 44
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Ye Anhui raised her eyelids lazily, "Tang Anjing."

"why?"

"intuition."

Ye Hui'an's intuition has always been terrifyingly accurate, and as expected, Tang An'an really won the overtime match.

According to the rules, the thin group chooses the props first.

"Xiao An, after they finish the selection, all the ones left behind will be bad, we are going to the mass grave this time!" Yue Xiaoqiu said timidly while hugging Ye Hui'an.

"Didn't you see that everything was blocked? No one knows what's in it. Maybe we can get good things too."

Tang Anjing was the only girl in the thin group, so it was unanimously decided to let Tang Anjing choose props.

Tang An Jing thought for a while, and chose a slash, a total of three items, namely a flashlight, a safety blessing, and a baton.

"As long as you have a flashlight, you can say anything."

"Haha, we have chosen the flashlight, Xiao An'an, you are going to smear ghosts."

Xiao Ze was gloating, Ye Anhui couldn't help but roll his eyes.

This guy has been entangled by ghosts before, so he has the nerve to laugh at her?
On the contrary, Qin Qi seemed a little nervous, and whispered in Ye Hui'an's ear, "Hui'an, there must be ghosts in places like mass graves!"

Ye Anhui nodded slightly, "It's okay, there will be no danger."

The program team didn't dare to act recklessly, so they would naturally ask the master to calculate the time. Tonight happened to be the time when the yin energy in the mass graves was at its thinnest.

"Okay, Fatty, go and get the props!"

Shoushou held the flashlight and shook it embarrassingly, "There's no more flashlight!"

"We have a mobile phone." Fatty retorted, gritted his teeth and lifted the lid of the rest of the box.

The first one contained nunchakus, and the second one was even more outrageous. It turned out to be a fan for square dancing, which made the other group laugh out loud.

"Cough cough, my hand smells bad, Anhui, come and open the third box!"

Ye Hui'an nodded, walked over and lifted the cover without hesitation, and an oil lamp came into view.

"It's good to have a light, it's better than a black light."

After distributing the props, the next step is to officially start heading towards the Mass Burial Mound.

At this time, night had fallen, many people around had dispersed, and a bus slowly drove over from the night.

"Route 44, this license plate number is not very auspicious!" Wei Qinlang muttered, and got into the car first. There was only one driver wearing a baseball cap in the car.

Perhaps for the sake of effect, the program team specially chose the oldest 44 road.

"Everyone get in the car, our staff will only leave four follow-up photographers from each of your groups, and the rest will not follow in the car."

"One more person and more courage, anyway, the big brothers in photography are all men." Yue Xiaoqiu murmured in a low voice, stepped forward to say hello to the photographers in this group with a smile, "Brother, don't abandon me later!"

The photographer and Fatty belong to the same type, and Fatty's smile is particularly simple and honest.

"Don't worry, I'll protect you!"

Yue Xiaoqiu hurriedly covered his face, "Director, remember to add a close-up shot to our part in the later stage!"

Jia Zhenhua gave an 'ok' gesture.

At the beginning, I was worried that Yue Xiaoqiu and Wei Qinlang would be restrained, but I didn't expect that the two of them played more happily than many other artists, they were born for variety shows.

A group of people boarded the car one after another. Ye Anhui and Yue Xiaoqiu and Qin Qi sat side by side at the rearmost position, and the rest of them almost took their seats.

(End of this chapter)