12 O'clock at midnight, next to the abandoned fishing ground.
[The camera shakes like a sieve, the cold light shines on the "corpse" covered with rags, and the cold wind blows the wheat]
Crazy barrage:
Let me choke you! That hand! Really moving! My fingertips are curled up!
Brother Fan, stop pretending! The back of your neck feels cold! Run!
Help! My melon seeds were so scared that they flew away! This wave doesn't look like an act!
The eldest brother on the list (who broke his voice and panicked to the point of doing splits): Brother Fan! Brother Fan! Run! There's something behind you! !
Ordinary live broadcast (pretending to be calm, legs secretly shaking): Fatty, don't come here! I'm tired of playing the script, I can't scare you, Brother Fan!
The No. 1 Brother on the list (he directly broke the defense and smashed it, and the carnival was wildly refreshing): Brother! Dear brother! I won't bet anymore, I will admit defeat! Loaded with gifts! Please look back and run away quickly! Stop holding on! !
[The hand under the white cloth twitched slightly again, and the back of Fanfan's neck felt cold, and his voice broke through his defense instantly:... WTF... WTF? !
