Rebirth: National Crown Prince

There was still an hour before lunch, and the photographer couldn't help but gloat and thought: Clip, I asked you to use the money to clip the doll, and I'll see where you can get the money for dinner later.

At the beginning, the program team confiscated wallets, cards, etc. to prevent people from bringing their own money.

What's strange is that these two people didn't even have any money with them.

Looking at the baby in his arms and at the young man's confident look, Mo Yu immediately guessed what the other party was going to do.

Set up a street stall to sell dolls!

Yes! You heard it right, setting up a street stall to sell dolls.

Damn it, this is okay, the photographer almost cursed.

Watching Wan Zexi and Mo Yu place the beautiful and exquisite dolls one by one, the photographer thought to himself: There are so many dolls for sale here, you are sure to be able to sell them.

But what the photographer didn't expect was that there are a lot of people in the world who control their appearance.

"Wow, how did you sell this doll?" A girl asked although she was holding the doll in her hand but her eyes were always looking at the boy in front of her.

Wan Zexi said lazily: "Thirty yuan."

"Then I bought it." The little girl took out the money and handed it to Wan Zexi very boldly. Before leaving, she didn't forget to take a sneak look at the boy and the girl next to her. What she was thinking was: these two people are really suitable for each other.

The photographer once again stared at the transaction process with his mouth open. Girl, girl, you just spent thirty yuan to buy it. Don’t you feel it’s a loss?

Obviously the photographer once again underestimated the power of facial control.

Finally, the photographer's face went numb again.

Every one of the boy's dolls was sold. In just ten minutes, the boy easily earned six hundred yuan.

Photographers have never felt that money is so easy to make. The world of looking at faces is too bullying.

"Ze Xi, let's go eat first!"

"Okay, I'll take you to a good restaurant for a good meal." Wan Zexi raised his eyebrows and said.

Wan Zexi and Mo Yu attracted the attention of many people as soon as they stepped into the restaurant.

The woman is cool and beautiful, and the man is handsome and handsome. No matter where he sits, he is the focus of others' eyes.

Wan Zexi and Mo Yu didn't eat much, so they simply finished eating, paid and left.

The photographer was still guessing where they were going next, until he saw the word "haunted house" and his face suddenly froze.

I suddenly wanted to curse. The haunted house here is famous for being scary. In the past, visitors who came here would definitely not enter the haunted house again. These two people didn't really want to go in, right?

There is a saying that goes, it is a blessing, not a curse, it is a curse that cannot be avoided!

Seeing that they actually walked in, the photographer had no choice but to follow him resignedly, because he still had to take pictures, and he had no choice but to work hard for his job.

As soon as we entered, the gloomy atmosphere made people feel chilly. The photographer followed the two people in front closely for fear of losing him.

The haze inside is so smoky that it's easy to get lost if you're not careful.

The photographer is both curious and scared.

At this moment, Wan Zexi felt as if she had stepped on something sticky. She couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. She lowered her eyes and saw that under the gloomy light, it was a bloody hand. The blue-black nails are so long that they ooze out. The skin is not normal skin but green and somewhat dark wrinkled skin. If you look closely at it, you can still see the thin and shapeless white bones.

"Real hands?" The boy stepped hard, making a sticky and "squeaking" sound under his feet.

The photographer behind him turned a little pale, and when he heard "real hands", his hands against the camera couldn't help but tremble slightly.

It's alive, couldn't it be put here by the hands of a dead person?

For a moment, the photographer's imagination was wide open.

"It's just a prop!" Mo Yu glanced at the thing lightly and said.

Seeing them continuing to move forward, the photographer passed by and closed his eyes before quickly chasing after them.

Before they had even gone far, they saw a lot of coffins placed in front of them. The coffins looked particularly shabby, and there were traces of blood on them, as if someone had scratched them with long fingernails.

Watching the two people walking towards the coffin, the photographer's heart suddenly lifted. Just when he thought they would open the coffin, Wan Zexi and Mo Yu just glanced at it and moved away with disgust on their faces. look.

Damn it, it turns out you two are mysophobic. The photographer twitched the corner of his mouth speechlessly.

Just when Wan Zexi and Mo Yu were about to walk away, gusts of dark wind blew from all corners and cracks.

The photographer couldn't help but tremble, and his originally relaxed mood suddenly became tense again.

Suddenly, the photographer seemed to see something, "Oh my God! Ghost... ghost!"

Wan Zexi frowned, and just when he was about to look over, the coffin opened on its own, and the "bang" sound was deafening.

"Come on, my mother!!" The photographer felt that his heart was greatly stimulated. The scene made him want to pass out, but he held on, unless he wanted to lose his job.

"Skeleton?" Wan Zexi looked at the eerie white skeleton in the coffin with interest.

"Xiao Yuyu, these skeleton monsters have a sense of joy, and they have all kinds of postures." I saw that some of the skeletons were still stained with blood.

Mo Yu looked carefully and said, "It seems to be real blood."

What? What? True blood? The photographer was stunned.

The photographer looked at the very scary skull with tears in his eyes. He could feel the skull's empty and sinister eyes staring at him with joy.

"Ah! Ghost! There really is a ghost!" Wan Zexi glanced at the uncle who was frightened and yelled.

Only a white ethereal shadow appeared there, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Uncle, don't be so afraid, you're just pretending to be a ghost." After the young man said this lazily, he turned around and walked forward with Mo Yu.

I don’t want to either! It's really not my problem. People will be scared if they see these, okay? Who knows you two are as relaxed and comfortable as if you were at home.

Groaning in his mind, the photographer quickly followed.

Wan Zexi was surprised to find that the further he walked inside, the thicker the fog inside became. He could still see what was underneath just now, but now he really couldn't.

At this moment, a faint black shadow seemed to flash past.

"..." The photographer felt as if he had froze a little, and the cold touch on his leg almost made him cry.

Wan Zexi seemed to feel something, and quickly kicked back with his long legs. The fog was blown away a little by the wind, and a green face was revealed.

"Ahhh...ahhhh." I saw that face shouting a strange sound with its teeth and claws spread out.

Photographer: "..." I am speechless.

Wan Zexi twitched the corner of his mouth speechlessly, and then kicked the ghost's face with precision and force with his leg.