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The cold wind blew across the snowfield, and the black and red bonfires were burning with a beeping sound. Except for the sound of burning flames, there was silence. No one spoke, and everyone was digesting the new rules of this night duel.

‘Are you talking about the real experience of the journey? And then the scene is repeated, scaring people to the point of mental breakdown?’

Shao Yuan and Miao Fangfei used spiritual heart Gu to communicate. They were cautious and did not dare to speak, fearing that the person who spoke would be regarded as a "storyteller" by the hotel.

‘‘Seven people fled frantically from the bonfire’…Seven people will still die tonight’

Miao Fangfei said solemnly, "She just tried it secretly, and no offensive or defensive titles can be used: 'This time the competition is about mental strength and psychological endurance.'

The previous duel was about strength and team combat ability. This time there was no interference from other external factors. It was purely a test of people's spirit. Since it can scare people to the point of mental collapse, it is most likely the scenes and stories described by the storyteller.

It will let people's emotions take over. Whoever can't help but get up from the ground and run away first will lose.

'I suspect the closer you are to the flame the more severe the effects will be'

Over there, Miranda and Betty were also whispering in their hearts: 'Director C is sitting on the flames'

Director B's duel last night was the target of public criticism. Today Director B is standing above the bonfire. The hotel must have its purpose. Judging from the rules revealed by the hotel, if you have a mental breakdown and escape from the flames, being engulfed by darkness means death. It seems that the closer you are to the flames, the safer you are.

But given the bad condition of the hotel, it is very likely that the closer you are to the ominous black and red flames, the more serious your mental pollution will be!

But someone has to start telling the 'real story' about what is going on. No one wants to be the first to say anything. But the hotel can't let the situation remain stagnant.

"Black, there is something in the darkness!"

Suddenly someone said in horror, everyone looked at each other in an instant, and saw that the person speaking was an East District traveler. Miao Fangfei could tell at a glance that he was one of the weak travelers in the Little Witch Team. The corresponding weak traveler in the Little Witch Team

It’s tour guide Bingsan. It can be said that this person is the weakest group of tourists participating in the warm-up competition.

At this moment, he stood up in fear and stared at the thick darkness, and said in a squeaky voice: "You, have you seen it! There are things in the depths of the darkness, there are many, many, many weasels, they are crawling, yellow skins, corpses

, came out again, hanged ghosts, paper money... don't come over, don't come over!! They are getting closer, everyone kill them quickly!"

The man roared, anxiously trying to pull his teammates around him, but he saw his teammates looking at him with solemn and nervous expressions, but sitting on the ground and refusing to get up. He turned around in panic and tried to find support, but saw shadows surrounding the bonfire.

The faces were staring at him, like statues, extremely quiet, no one spoke, and the man became even more panicked:

"Why don't you speak? You, you - Hey Linzi, Brother Qing, please say something, why -"

The passengers whose names were called by him all bowed their heads deeply, wishing to stay away from Dong Yang. Especially Brother Qing, he clenched his teeth and his facial muscles twitched. Goosebumps appeared all over his body, and his eye sockets began to hurt nervously. He also

Saw it,

Brother Qing also heard the weasel's chirping and strange human murmurings, but he didn't dare to raise his head, let alone stand up to avoid it. He only dared to stare at Yu Xiangyang not far away. He believed that Yu Da

It's definitely no problem if you're here.

As soon as Dong Yang said, he remembered the matter of the year. At that time, he and Dong Yang were during the same journey. The journey survived at the end. Only the tour guides and the two of them, a team of fifteen people,

Thirteen people died all of their lives!

"Why don't you speak? Didn't you hear it? Did I hear it again!"

Dong Yang, who did not get a response, was almost hysterical: "Fortle, hurry up, run quickly-"

"Let's welcome the first teller of the real story tomorrow, Mr. Dong Yang."

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At this time, the pleasant male voice came from the bonfire and interrupted Dong Yang's words. He looked at it suddenly, and saw the white -haired guide with a dark blue cape sitting on the throne of the flames.

Overlapped the jaw, and looked at him with interest.

"Hurry up, hurry up, what time is there to tell stories ... tell stories? Stories, to be a real story tonight ..."

Dong Yang murmured, and suddenly hit a spirit, as if a person who was caught in the illusion of terror suddenly woke up. He panting violently, what story should I tell? How much long?

Looking at B, seeing him just smiling, Dong Yang gritted his teeth and calmed down completely.

When it comes to speaking, it is necessary to talk about his most impressive and most scary experience. Even if he always has a nightmare of nightmares, but Dong Yang wants to live, he wants to continue to live, alive and stronger! He does not try to try his own experience to be able to live!

I was so scared that I returned to zero, but as long as he could scare a person's spiritual collapse, he could get a reward even if he defeated a person in the story meeting!

"I want to tell, tell a story that happened on the Changbai Mountain."

Bing Yi nodded with interest: "Mr. Dong Yang, please tell your story."

Is it true that he does not need to judge if he does not need to be judged. Bing Yi can hear the snoring voice from behind him. What kind of plush things are stinging his back.

But it has no animals that should be warm and soft, but cold and rigid, as if the body.

"hiss……"

At this moment, the travelers who participated in the evening story meeting also felt more or less abnormal, and the strong travelers sat still and looked at them.

With the title of defense, there are many titles of the auxiliary categories. There is a weak traveler in Western District who feels behind him. It is like a long fluffy and cold hard beast claws.

"You have ten minutes."

What? It is only ten minutes?! This time is too short! But Dong Yang dare not ask for asking C, and the countdown of the hostel ticks up in his mind, and the timing has begun!

"This is a real thing, and I have experienced it in person. It is definitely a real story."

Dong Yang tightened his fist, his voice was a little trembling. He didn't dare to watch the darkness outside the bonfire, and did not dare to watch the black and red bonfire.

'Just happened last year. On December 19th last year, I reported that the group participated in the characteristics and group tours of the "recalling the old time and the re -walking Changbai Mountain". There were a total of fifteen people in the team.

There are Brother Qing, Xiao Sun, A Liang, and later met Axiang and Mei Mei ... "

Speaking of this, Dong Yang suddenly paused. He found that when he wanted to say the real name of the person, all he said was a pronoun! This description sounded more like the beginning of a scary ghost story. He opened his mouth, but did not dare to waste time.

I can keep talking bravely.

"Because the whole trip lasted fifteen days, there was plenty of time, and the scenic spots in the first few days were relatively safe. Until the 25th, which was the seventh day of the trip, the tour guide woke us up in the early morning and took us to Changbai Mountain at night.

Here, I said I was making wooden handles, and it was snowing heavily that day."

"Muba" is an old saying, which means logging. To the southeast of Jilin Province is the majestic Changbai Mountain. The dense forests are a natural and vast forest farm. At the same time, there are many rivers such as the Yalu River and the Songhua River around the Changbai Mountain.

Drainage takes waterways and enters the sea. Waterway transportation is very developed and it is very convenient to transport wood*

In the old days, Jilin had the nickname "Jilin Wula" in Manchu, which means "city along the river". At that time, wood from Heilongjiang and other places had to be transported to Jilin first and then to other areas.

Winter is the best season for logging. Mosquitoes disappear and wild animals hibernate. Tree trunks have less water and are easier to cut down. *Every winter, before heavy snow closes the mountains, Muboutou will take people up the mountain to cut down trees.

"It was extremely dark, and we were not allowed to light any lamps without lights. The tour guide said that we wanted to experience the life of lumberjacks in the Changbai Mountains in the 1970s and 1980s. There were no lights on the road, so we had to rely on experience. But we had no experience at all. We took a side road and Xiao Sun fell down on the way.

I got into a snow ditch and broke my leg..."

Damn it, how can a person who is not good at eloquence and cannot grasp the key points tell a scary story? Dong Yang racked his brains to tell the story about his fear and anxiety during the journey, but he couldn't get the point. He was getting anxious, but he didn't expect it.

The other travelers sitting in the snow around the bonfire all looked solemn.

A bit of coldness fell on the cheeks, turning into ice-cold water drops, and it was snowing. As Dong Yang told the story, heavy snow fell from the sky, accompanied by a knife-like cold wind, which froze the heart, and everyone shuddered.

Shivering, Yu Xiangyang calmly changed his posture and moved his fingers slightly, but not very soulfully, as if he was frozen.

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How long has it been since he became a drought demon that he has felt cold, especially this kind of cold that seems to completely freeze a person's body, as if he is wrapped in a not-so-thick cotton coat in the vast heavy snow, shivering with the night, in the dark

Walking in fear, nervousness and apprehension

Entering the depths of the dark Changbai Mountains, this was the cold that Dong Yang felt at that time, or in other words, the cold in Dong Yang's memories. And this kind of cold could ignore the coats they wore and their personal physiques, making them listeners and tellers of stories

The storyteller completely empathizes!

'Dong Yang, Brother Qing... help me... I hurt so much, my legs can't stand up...'

The bone-deep cold seeped from the snow on the ice field beneath him, and hit him from the biting cold wind. A faint cry for help came from behind. He was anxious and frightened. It was Xiao Sun who had broken his leg and was praying for his companions.

.But the listeners could not look back. Dong Yang in the story did not look back. He could only let the cry for help become more and more desperate and sad.

‘Give me a hand, brother, where are you brothers? Have you left? Haha, don’t be silent, good brothers, don’t be silent, are you still there? Dong Yang, Brother Qing, are you still there??’

'Don't leave me alone, don't leave me alone!!!'

The sharp and piercing screams of despair made everyone's brains buzz, and a strong feeling of despair and fear filled their hearts, as if someone was struggling to hold a broken leg and crawl through the snow with his hands, trying to climb out of the snow ditch. But he failed once

After falling into a snow ditch for the first time, his hands were completely frozen and buried in the falling snow. Finally, he froze to death in the heavy snow of Changbai Mountain out of spite and despair.

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The fear of suffocation caused the passengers' vision to go dark, and their heartbeats to beat fast as if they were jumping out of their throats. They were panting violently, and their eyes were full of panic, as if they had died once like the grandson in the story. All of them.

When people open their eyes again, their expressions have changed. It turns out that the real story will not only allow them to experience the emotions of the storyteller and the environment at that time, but also the desperate mood of the person who died in the story.

No matter you are strong or weak, no matter whether you have a special title or prop, everyone will be treated equally in the real story meeting, allowing everyone to experience the fear and despair of Xiao Sun's death!

This is bad.

An Xuefeng stared at Wei Xun above the bonfire, his eyes falling on the top of his head. The moment the real story began, Wei Xun's san value appeared above his head, and all passengers could see it. At this moment, the phantom cat was entrenched above him.

By my side, Bingyisan is worth my money.

He was not high when he came, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and there was an expression of intoxication on his face. His sanity value, which was only over 20 points, dropped by three points! An Xuefeng understood that the expression on Wei Xun's face was in line with his feelings.

The expressions of pain-like joy are very similar.

Wei Xun can also feel the negative emotions from Dong Yang's story, the despair and fear that he has hardly experienced since he was born!

'Stop talking, don't talk any more...'
To be continued...