Soon, under the darkness of night, the bonfire in the center suddenly lit up, illuminating the surrounding area red.
At the same time, all the lights on each tent, except for the walkway to the toilet, were also turned off at this time.
A large circle outside the bonfire has also been laid out with blankets. Large pieces of blankets are arranged in a circle. You can sit casually, and the atmosphere suddenly rises.
After that, there were more people, one by one, issuing number plates.
This bonfire party, the organizers did not do anything fancy, such as dancing wildly around the bonfire. After all, they are still students, and most of them are thin-skinned.
Therefore, after much discussion and voting, the activity of telling ghost stories was finally chosen.
Everyone has a number plate, and the host randomly draws from the box above. The chosen person will tell a ghost story in front of the audience. They can give impromptu speeches or use their mobile phones to check information.
But one thing is that it cannot be repeated.
And if you are really good at speaking this, you can also perform a talent show and pass the test.
For students, whether the story is scary or not, the key is the lively atmosphere, wilderness, campfire, and companions. These elements alone are already very interesting.
Even before it officially started, many people's faces were already red, not sure whether it was from the fire or excitement.
"Zhao Cheng, are you afraid?"
Next to Zhao Cheng, Zhao Xiaoxiang tugged on Zhao Cheng's sleeve and sounded a little excited.
"I feel that with so many of us, the ghosts should be afraid of us."
Zhao Cheng couldn't help but complain.
In those ghost movies, the plot of telling ghost stories and encountering ghosts usually only involves three or five people going to the wilderness in the middle of the night to commit suicide.
But in front of us, there were more than a hundred people and a bright bonfire. This was no longer a case of ghosts scaring people, but people scaring ghosts.
If there really are any ghosts in this place, they are here to scare the indigenous people.
"Zhao Cheng, let me tell you, I have prepared a super scary ghost story. Don't be scared to the point of wetting the bed when you go to bed later."
Zhao Xiaoxiang snorted lightly and then said.
When Zhao Cheng heard this, he thought of Zhao Xiaoxiang's active role in family ghost stories in the early years. He was so scared by the ghost stories told by his mother that he did not dare to go to the toilet alone.
"Terror" is somewhat doubtful.
However, thinking of some past events, Zhao Cheng also had to admire his mother's ability to tell stories, and she could always tell lies as if they were true.
Looking back, he was so scared when he was little at the time that he didn't dare to put his feet out of the bed when he was sleeping.
Thinking of this, Zhao Cheng couldn't help but smile.
"What are you laughing at?!"
Zhao Xiaoxiang saw Zhao Cheng's smile and pushed Zhao Cheng.
"Thinking of something interesting."
"I still remember someone who was too scared to go to the toilet."
Zhao Cheng said.
"snort!"
Zhao Xiaoxiang hummed and patted Zhao Cheng.
"That's because I'm young and ignorant. Do you know what thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi are? Don't bully young girls into poverty. It's already 2022 and you still look at me with old eyes. Zhao Cheng, let me tell you.
, your road is narrow."
"Don't bully young girls into being poor, don't bully middle-aged people into being poor, don't bully old people into being poor, for the dead are the most important?!"
Zhao Cheng made a joke.
While they were talking, a furry paw patted Zhao Xiaoxiang, and then patted him again and again.
"Who!"
"ah!"
Zhao Xiaoxiang looked back, and before he finished speaking, there was a scream.
It turned out that when she turned her head, she saw a ferocious monkey face facing her face.
Her whole body was so excited that she almost jumped up.
Then, she heard a familiar laughter coming from the monkey's face.
"Hahaha, Xiaoxiang, you are so timid."
Yang Shiyun took off her hood and smiled happily.
The girl Yang Shiyun looks like a lady in front of strangers, but she is very interesting in front of acquaintances.
"It sounds like you are very brave. If our roles were reversed just now, your reaction would definitely be greater than mine."
Zhao Xiaoxiang snorted coldly.
"So, how did your ghost story go?"
Zhao Xiaoxiang asked.
"I'm not very good at telling stories, especially ghost stories, so if it's my turn, I'll go up and play a song for everyone."
"I'm pretty good at the piano."
Yang Shiyun squatted down next to Zhao Xiaoxiang, put his hands in the air, and flicked his fingers lightly and steadily.
"Brother, what about you, are you prepared?"
Yang Shiyun asked, not ignoring Zhao Cheng.
"There should be no problem."
Zhao Cheng said that while speaking, the contents of many miscellaneous books he had read in the past, which contained supernatural elements, were quickly reviewed in his mind.
If you read a lot of books, you will naturally become proficient in making things up.
Soon, everyone sat down, and some of them were prepared. They even prepared headgear and even doll costumes early. Suddenly, this small place felt like a crowd of demons dancing wildly.
At the same time, the outermost ring of large speakers was also turned on, and strange background music came from it.
As for the host Li Qingmeng, at this time, she also changed into the classic white-clothed female ghost dress in the TV drama, and also had weird makeup on her face. However, even so, the female ghost dressed as Li Qingmeng, at a glance, was...
What is human is not terrifying, but a kind of elegance.
Facts have proved that real beautiful girls never put on any airs and are very down-to-earth.
As for those who are showing off, they are obviously not beautiful girls, but just monsters.
Afterwards, Li Qingmeng cleared his throat and directly announced the start of the show, and then the lottery started.
The first one to come on stage was a boy. This boy, wearing a white sheet with two holes cut out, pretended to be a ghost and started his performance directly.
At the same time, the place fell silent, leaving only the changing light and shadow of the bonfire, the strange tones coming from the speakers, and the boy's voice telling stories in a low tone.
This is a story called White Shadow. It is not a specialty of Yanhuang, but a very famous story abroad.
As the boy told his story, the atmosphere became more subtle, and the boy only thought that he had told it well, until he suddenly found that many people were staring behind him in horror.
His body suddenly stiffened, his voice suddenly stopped, and a chill came from his heart.
"Are you talking about me?!"
A sound, like a knife cutting glass, sounded from behind him, and a faint chill came from behind him.
"ah!"
With a scream, he stopped telling the story and jumped directly into the crowd.
Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of laughter, and those frightened faces before were not at all frightened at this moment.
The boy turned around and saw a friend of his, holding a rechargeable silent hair dryer that could blow cold air in one hand, and a mobile phone that was playing a recording in the other hand.
Seeing the boy turn his head, he suppressed his smile, held something and spread his hands.
It turned out that when he was fascinated by the story, his friend touched his back and used body language to get everyone to cooperate, and this was how the show started.