"Ah..." Wang Aoshuang was almost crazy with fear, her whole body was trembling.
She subconsciously wanted to step back, but as soon as she turned around, a pale zombie suddenly appeared in front of her.
The face was as white as snow, so white that the facial features were almost unrecognizable. Even the eyes were white, and a white mist floated from the whole body.
"Ha, ha, ha..." The zombie slowly opened his mouth and smiled evilly at her. The laughter seemed to come from the abyss that had been silent for thousands of years, making people feel cold from head to foot.
"Ah... don't come here..." Wang Aoshuang was so frightened that she was waving her hands and feet randomly.
She accidentally photographed a furry object next to her, and turned around to look...
There was a human head floating in the air, with disheveled hair, distorted face, and wide eyes, as if he had died miserably.
Wang Aoshuang was so frightened that she went completely crazy. She covered her head and screamed at the top of her lungs, "Ah...ah...ah..."
She felt like she was about to collapse. She was stuck between suffocation and consciousness. She could hardly breathe, and she was covered in cold sweat.
In extreme fear, a warm hand grabbed her shoulder, and she fell into a warm embrace.
Ling Ang wrapped his arms around her and hugged her deeply, the warmth from his arms spreading into her body bit by bit.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here." His voice was very soft, as gentle as the silent starlight falling on the petals of a flower. It was also very steady, giving people a sense of stability and comfort.
No wonder women like to watch thrillers with men. It turns out that the feeling of being protected is so wonderful.
Leaning in his arms, feeling his body temperature and the familiar smell on his body, Wang Aoshuang suddenly felt that her mood was much calmer.
She leaned her head in his arms and said with a trembling voice: "It's so scary... I feel like I'm going to die."
"Fool, this is not true. They are all pretended by real people." He comforted her softly.
Wang Aoshuang sniffed, but still didn't dare to raise her head, "But... this is too realistic."
"Who said you should challenge your courage?" He was a little dumbfounded.
She shut up. If she knew how terrible it was, she would rather walk out of New Zealand than come in again.
Ling Ang patted her shoulder, "Since you are so scared, let's get out of here quickly."
They are now halfway through the passage and are in a dilemma.
Wang Aoshuang stood close to him, holding his arm tightly with her palms, praying: "Can you always let me hold your hand?"
Ling Ang smiled gently, "Of course."
The two of them walked side by side towards the exit. Wang Aoshuang was frightened and kept her eyes closed, not looking at the action-packed kiddos next to her.
When they reached a corner, Wang Aoshuang suddenly felt her feet hit something.
She opened her eyes subconsciously, and saw a bloody body crawling out from the side, and a hand that was half flesh and half bones suddenly grabbed her feet.
"Ah...ah..." She stomped her feet in fear, with cold sweat on her forehead, "Go away...go away..."
But the hand still tried its best to grab her feet. She turned blue with fright and jumped on Ling Ang's back.
In panic, her lips accidentally touched the side of his face, and a touch of firmness faintly spread to her lips.