Although he started from the beginning, the same content was described differently. With his oratory skills, that was an easy thing to do.
Ring ring ring!
In the night, the sudden clear ring sounded like the rings of a Daoist bell. Following that was the shuffling sounds of someone stepping on dried leaves.
"Ah!"
A scream of terror could be heard from the gazebo. The three men, Huang Lei, He Jia, and We Daxun looked pale. Meanwhile, Zhao Liangying and Hu Yue'er's faces turned ashen as well. Their eyes were tightly shut and shuffled close to Ye Lingchen, wrapping their arms tightly around him.
"Hey, what are you doing? Is this necessary?" Ye Lingchen looked at them, asking helplessly.
Not only them, but even the director and other crew members had their faces drained of color, obviously all in shock.
"God Ye, what was that sound earlier? It's so scary!" Wei Daxun carefully looked around and asked with his trembling voice.
