Lena successfully triggered a farce of an angry woman tearing apart a scumbag online.
The host, Benson, had almost forgotten that he was hosting a psychic show. He thought that he had returned to the days when he hosted emotional shows with bear ears. "Calm down, Madam. Calm down!
Anger won't solve the problem! "
The woman seemed to calm down. The scumbag heaved a sigh of relief. "Listen to the host!
Baby!
Anger won't solve the problem!
I still love you! "
"How do you explain my hair clip!?" The woman gritted her teeth.
"That hair clip …" The scumbag clenched his teeth and revealed a pitiful expression. "That woman seduced me!
She lied to me!
She made me unable to leave her! "
"Dear, the pitiful me can no longer escape!
If you love me, then you should accept her. We can live happily together! "
"The one I love is you!" The man looked sincere, but his words were despicable.
The crowd frowned in unison. The bearded man clicked his tongue.
"What?"
The lady in the trunk walked over. She was at a loss. "Didn't you say that you have never been in a relationship and that you fell in love with me at first sight?"
The man broke out in a cold sweat. This wasn't the first time he had screwed up. It wasn't just these two couples he had maintained an ambiguous relationship with. However, the situation this time was enough to cause a mature Sea King to die in society.
He could only put on an aggrieved expression.
The man had used this pitiful expression countless times. When he stood someone up, when he borrowed money, when he made empty promises …
The curly-haired woman clenched her fists.
The reason he came to the show was probably to date that lady. Otherwise, why would a man who only liked to watch football suddenly have an interest in psychic shows?!
It was all thanks to the owl. Otherwise, she would forever be trapped in the scumbag's trap. She would love him humbly and give him all her salary. She would even fantasize about marrying him … She would even name her child.
With this in mind, the woman bent down and picked up the wooden stool on the ground.
This man … Hmm … Benson frowned slightly. He deliberately slowed down his actions to stop the curly-haired woman.
The scumbag soon realized that the curly-haired woman had broken through Benson's obstruction and was charging towards him.
The angry woman with a fierce aura scared the man so much that he turned and ran.
In a dramatic fashion, he slipped on the blood left by the psychic tablet boy and rolled down the wooden stairs while screaming. Before the curly-haired woman could do anything, the scumbag had already received his punishment.
The ambulance arrived in time and sent the man to the hospital.
Benson wiped his sweat and explained everything to the camera. "There was a farce just now. The spiritualist, Madam Lawrence's owl, discovered the true owner of the hair clip and exposed the terrifying actions of an irresponsible man."
"Although Ms. Lawrence did not find the audience member hiding in the trunk of the car, everyone thought that she should continue to participate in the later challenges."
Benson explained as he walked, and he nearly slipped on the bloodstains on the ground. He awkwardly held onto the hood of the car beside him. "After many rounds of selection, six contestants will be participating in our next challenge. They are the magical writer, Miss Lawrence, the mysterious Miss Satasha, and Miss Midi, who uses tarot cards for divination!"
"Mr. Strong, muscular diviner!
Mr. Bode, the user of the psychic tablet!
And … "Benson frowned as he took out the next card." And the Savior of the Era of Darkness, the Fearless Warrior Vanguard, the Merciless Observer, and the World's Joke Wizard … All these introductions are about the same person — "
"Is it Merlin?" Ron muttered softly. "The program team invited Merlin?"
"Mr. Reed Cules!"
Who is that?
The audience shared the same question. It seemed that such a powerful figure had never appeared on the program.
The hooded man who was sitting beside Lena raised his head proudly. "One day, the world will remember my name!"
Oh, so he's that great 'wizard.'
Benson coughed. "These six contestants will face an even harsher challenge. Can they persevere? Who will be the best? And who will be eliminated at next week's discussion —"
"Please continue to look forward to our program. We'll send you the best."
The program team moved to another filming location. They were going to finish filming all the content of the challenge at Gaomen Cemetery today.
The bar next to Gaomen Cemetery was especially lively at the moment. The owner and staff were all moving out to make the final preparations.
The old building was hidden at the edge of the forest. It was built with wood and brick. The wooden fence was on the verge of collapse, and there were traces of people who had drunk too much vomiting at the corner of the wall.
The smell in the air was indescribable. The smell of soil and grass, the damp smell, and the madness of alcohol mixed together. It was as if the flowers and trees had come alive and were jumping around.
A bear statue that was half the height of a person stood at the door. There was a crow perched on the hat. They were smiling strangely, and their strange appearance made them look like they were persuading alcoholics to quit drinking.
A small signboard hung on the roof of the hut. 'Black Crow Bar' was the name of the bar.
There was a slogan written below, 'Black Crow Bar, Brings You Home.'
The owner of the bar, a blonde woman with red lipstick, was sweeping the cobwebs in the corner with a feather duster. "Get ready!
This is a great opportunity to advertise our bar! "
"Mary, I think we should keep our previous sloppy appearance." The old man holding the broom coughed as he choked on the dust in the air. "To be honest, if it's too clean, it doesn't look like it's haunted."
The female owner's hand paused in the middle of sweeping. "Old Hall, you should have reminded me earlier." She threw the feather duster away. "Quick!
Throw the garbage back! "
A young man wiped his sweat and straightened up. "Madam Mary!"
He shouted helplessly. "It took me a lot of effort to get rid of all the chewing gum that John stuck under the wooden table!"
"Glue it back." Mary waved her hand. "That's his work of art. Otherwise, he'll make a fuss the next time he comes to drink!"
"Ring —"
The bell at the door rang. Old Hall threw the broom in his hand away, patted the dust off his clothes, and smiled. "Welcome to Black Crow Bar!
This place has the best liquor, the prettiest ladies, and countless supernatural incidents! "
It sounded like a good promotional slogan.
The camera was in position.
The host, Benson, began his lines. "London's Highgate Cemetery has always been a place where supernatural events happen. The most famous one is the vampire in the woods. I believe everyone has heard of it …"
"But today, we're here at this bar in the woods of Highgate Cemetery. We're not here to investigate the mysterious vampire incident, but to talk about something that happened recently."
Benson paused for a moment and looked straight into the camera. "In September of this year, a supernatural event happened at Black Crow Bar. It was in the middle of the night, and dark clouds covered the sky. Not a sliver of moonlight could be seen.
"The waiters were serving cold beer to the guests. The bar owner, Madam Mary, was sitting at the bar counter chatting with a regular. Everything was normal.
"All of a sudden, a ghostly voice rang out — —"
"Where the hell is my head!?"