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After Tang Run said that, the few people who had been looking around suddenly dared not move.

They stiffly turned their necks back to normal, and a fine layer of sweat involuntarily seeped from their foreheads.

"Teacher Tang, it's not as miraculous as you say... We should believe in science!" Song Wenjing forced a smile, but secretly moved closer to the campfire.

Qin Yan and Su Su also tried to imitate her actions.

The real warmth from the fire can temporarily dispel the meaning in everyone's heart.

Seeing the silence in the room, Song Wenjing immediately turned her gaze to Qin Yan.

"Xiao Yan, after the last episode, I saw a lot of people online discussing how 'yang energy' you have, and even a master gave testimonials saying you'd be perfect for this show. So, tell us a ghost story that isn't scary!"

Qin Yan was both amused and exasperated.

He's barely heard any ghost stories, so he'd have to make them up on the spot. Where would he find ghost stories that aren't scary?

However, since Song Wenjing has already put it this way, if he were to refuse again, he would appear too cowardly and immature.

Qin Yan was torn between two conflicting thoughts.

Although he was also frightened by the terrifying atmosphere just now, when facing so many cameras waiting for him to perform, Qin Yan did not think of the ghosts and gods he had only heard of but never seen, but rather of the repeated instructions his manager had given him before he left home.

The agent said that if he gains a lot of popularity and wins over a certain number of casual viewers on the show, the company will consider keeping their boy group and giving them the opportunity to continue developing.

Otherwise, given the current trend, their group will be disbanded in less than a year.

Qin Yan grew up with her teammates in the same group, spending the most important eight years of her adolescence from age 10 to 18.

He didn't want to see the group they had worked so hard to build disband just because they couldn't make a profit in the market.

Qin Yan is going to fight with all his might!

So he cleared his throat and began to create a "Girls' Toilet Rumor" set on a school campus, combining the versions of ghost stories he had heard.

Perhaps because his story wasn't very relevant to the current scene, the same kind of terrifying effect that Song Wenjing's rural folk rhyme had created didn't occur after Qin Yan finished telling the story.

For some reason, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

But then, in the midst of this intermittent silence, a heavy sigh suddenly rang out.

There was a strong sense of regret and disappointment in his voice.

There was even a hint of disdain in their voice.

The group exchanged bewildered glances, whispering among themselves, "Was that you who sighed?"

Everyone who was asked shook their head.

After going around once, everyone's expressions became even more strange and unusual.

Some daring photographers even fiddled with their equipment, rewinding the footage they had just recorded so that everyone could hear that unusual sigh again.

It was a somewhat aged voice.

So old that you can barely recognize the name.

But amidst the weariness and desolation, there was also a touch of irony...

Listening to it again carefully, it sent chills down my spine and made me shudder!

Everyone instinctively moved closer to their companions.

Even the burly photographers quietly gathered together.

Qin Yan was pressed tightly against Song Wenjing and Su Su, almost like he was being squeezed into a human meat pie.

Normally, these female celebrities would keep as far away from the camera as possible to avoid any appearance of impropriety.

I will absolutely not create useless pairings.

But at this moment, the professional ethics and work concerns of these insiders seem superfluous.

Under the pressure of being attacked from both sides, Qin Yan looked at Jun Yao once again.

She remained as calm as ever, still eating the snow lotus that the production crew had just peeled and brought over.

The only difference from before was that Jun Yao's eyes held a hint of sudden realization and a smile.

Just like Liang Jingu and Wan Lin, Qin Yan walked over to Jun Yao with his teacup in hand and whispered something to her.

Unfortunately, Song Wenjing and Susu secretly grabbed his clothes, preventing him from getting up.

Qin Yan could only observe Jun Yao and the other two through the campfire.

By struggling to read their lip movements, I could roughly make out what they were talking about.

After learning from the experience of the first episode, Liang Jingu and Wan Lin would instinctively turn off the equipment before discussing content that couldn't be broadcast.

Liang Jingu stared at the feng shui compass on his left wrist, which had been modified into the shape of a watch. As the compass needle vibrated wildly, he couldn't help but say, "There's definitely something wrong here."

Jun Yao didn't say anything, but turned to look at Wan Lin, "Really? Mr. Wan, Master Liang's words are making me a little scared."

Wanlin resisted the urge to roll his eyes, looked at the gold foil animal head he had just thrown into the fire, and shrugged.

"There is definitely something there, but it's not something I can help with."

Jun Yao smiled, pursing her lips. "Then it seems to be some kind of spirit or monster, not a ghost."

Liang Jingu patted his pocket, intending to take out specially made gold powder and draw a protective array on the spot.

But after thinking about it, he realized he didn't know who the other party was or how capable they were. If he set up the formation in public, wouldn't that be like stirring up a hornet's nest?

So far, the other party has not launched any aggressive actions against them.

Amidst the enthusiastic atmosphere of their ghost storytelling, a sigh that could be heard by everyone escaped.

This suggests that it might not be as bad as we thought.

According to Liang Jingu's work experience, opponents of the spirit or monster type usually retain a childlike nature.

They are full of curiosity about the human world, but they are also very emotional, with their moods easily fluctuating.

For example, right now, the other party hasn't launched an attack, but if he overreacts in his defense, he might provoke the opponent.

At that point, it might actually cause unnecessary trouble.

Liang Jingu dared not make any rash moves.

He also knew that Wanlin's ability was limited to communicating between Yin and Yang.

He had no way to deal with spirits and monsters.

In the end, it all depends on Junyao.

Junyao showed no intention of making a move. Instead, she nudged Wanlin lightly with her elbow and said with interest, "Don't let the ghost stories stop. Why don't you tell one too?"

She deliberately spoke a little louder than usual.

Other people around heard it too.

For some reason, everyone suddenly snapped out of their previous state of anxiety and fear.

All attention was focused on Wanlin.

"Yes, Teacher Wan, tell us a ghost story too!"

Wanlin paused, scratched his forehead, and smiled sheepishly, "I'm not very good at telling stories..."

"Say whatever you want!"

"Yes, yes! Anything is fine, as long as it's a ghost story!"

"Please!..."

Everyone craned their necks in anticipation, as if the only thing that could save them at this moment was a ghost story.