Horror Movie Set: This extra is too good at playing the tricks.

Chapter 75 Crossdressing Lu Dan

Da Lu walked like a giant baby who had just learned to walk, his neck strangely tucked into his shoulders, his hands reaching out in the air as if trying to pull something off his back.

"Don't grab me, don't turn around!" Lu Dan's voice came from behind. "It's only using you as a ride right now. If you get your hands on me, it'll eat you."

Da Lu's fat body shuddered, his neck stiffened, and he mechanically took steps.

Finally, a faint light appeared ahead, a crack in the path left after the statue collapsed halfway up the mountain.

"Climb out!" Lu Dan gave him a push from behind.

Da Lu used both his hands and feet, crawling and rolling to squeeze out of the gap.

Lu Dan deliberately lagged behind by half a step.

When Da Lu poked half his body out of the cave entrance, the moonlight shone on his back.

He finally saw the passenger clearly—a headless little man no bigger than a palm, dressed in a miniature version of a pale white theatrical robe, with two legs as thin as chopsticks tightly clamped around Da Lu's thick neck.

Black resentment emanated from its neck, and its two small hands were trying to tuck Da Lu's earlobes into its sleeves.

Is this also a god?

Lu Dan chuckled and instantly drew his slingshot to its full draw. If he didn't have any bullets, he would make some on the spot.

A tearing pain shot through his back, as if someone were using a scorching hot iron hook to rip a chunk of flesh away.

The blood instantly stained the cotton-padded jacket, turning into a dark red blood and flesh pellet that coalesced on the rubber band.

"Get down here!"

"Boom!"

The bullet, coated with exorcism runes, slammed into the little thing's back.

"grumble--!"

A sharp scream rang out, and the miniature headless god was instantly flung off Da Lu's neck, exploding into a distorted cloud of black smoke in mid-air.

Da Lu felt a lightness on his neck and slumped down on the pile of rubble.

Before I could even utter a word of thanks to the Lord, the surrounding air became thick and sticky.

"Shhhhh—"

Countless tiny friction sounds came from all directions.

As soon as Lu Dan emerged from the cave, his pupils contracted slightly.

The ruins of the temple were covered with countless miniature headless gods.

Like a swarm of ants that have discovered a piece of candy, they wriggled and surrounded the two of them.

The sight of countless headless necks facing them is enough to trigger trypophobia.

"So many?"

Da Lu was so frightened that his voice cracked.

He saw the large patch of blood seeping from Lu Dan's back and reached out to grab him, saying, "Ah Dan, you're bleeding!"

Lu Dan shook off his hand and pulled back the slingshot: "Stop talking nonsense."

Da Lu suddenly realized what was happening and hurriedly reached for the tool bag at his waist.

Upon being touched, his face instantly turned from white to green, then from green to black, as if he had swallowed a dead fly.

"It's gone!"

Da Lu turned the bag inside out; it was cleaner than his face, not a single crumb was left.

"My jars! My jars!" the fat man cried out in despair. "Who squandered all my savings?"

Looking at this scene, Lu Dan helplessly held his head and said, "Who else could it be? Think about what happened during the day."

Perhaps this is the good design of the script.

You don't know what your other self faced or what methods it used.

Even if you knew, you would only think he was too generous, a spendthrift, and a spendthrift.

The encirclement was shrinking, and countless miniature headless gods began to accelerate, surging in like a white wave.

Lu Dan looked at his already exhausted body. If he continued to exchange flesh and blood for bullets, he would probably die before he could finish off these monsters.

"Roommate, wake up! This is your favorite buffet part."

He frantically screamed in his mind for his left ankle.

A sense of anxiety washed over him, accompanied by fragmented thoughts: "I can't get out... I'm being suppressed... I can only borrow someone else's body."

Lu Dan was stunned for a moment. He couldn't get out? Was it because this place was too close to the "eye"? Or was some kind of rule restricting the fully-formed ghost from appearing? Could it only possess someone?

Seeing the headless little devils that had already jumped onto his feet, Lu Dan gritted his teeth: "Come on!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a piercing pain shot through his left ankle, followed by an extremely cold yin energy that instantly took over his entire body's neural network.

"hiss!"

Lu Dan raised his head and let out a sharp and eerie long howl.

Under Da Lu's horrified gaze, Lu Dan's appearance underwent an extremely bizarre transformation.

Under the shroud of yin energy, Da Lu clearly saw that Lu Dan's rustic dark blue cotton-padded jacket had transformed into a blood-red long dress.

Lu Dan's originally neat short hair grew wildly under the influence of Yin energy, swirling like a black waterfall and covering half of his face.

The most outrageous thing is that he was clearly wearing black cloth shoes, but at this moment he was standing on tiptoe, as if he were wearing a pair of invisible sky-high heels.

"Da da".

The female version of Lu Dan lightly stomped her foot, making a crisp sound of high heels clattering.

He slowly turned his head, revealing a pair of scarlet eyes, and a cruel yet alluring smile curved his lips.

"A bunch of trash!"

Red dress fluttering, black hair dancing wildly.

The next second, Lu Dan transformed into a red whirlwind and plunged straight into the white monster tide.

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On the other side, deep inside the tunnel.

Ye Jianguo and Chen Hua stumbled and groped their way toward the village chief's house.

The passageway was eerily quiet, with only the heavy breathing of the two people.

"Team Leader Ye."

Chen Hua followed behind, gripping the baton tightly in his hand, his eyes fixed on Ye Jianguo's broad back.

Her mind was now filled with the story Zhang Min had told her—that every Ye Jianguo would eventually turn into a monster, a new BOSS.

Will you change?

This nonsensical statement echoed in the confined space.

Ye Jianguo paused slightly, but did not answer immediately.

He knew what Chen Hua was asking, and he also knew that this feeling of being out of control of his body and having his strength surged would indeed intensify after each battle.

"arrive."

Ye Jianguo changed the subject, pointing to a sliver of light shining from above, "That's the hole we made when we smashed through the coffin lid. Step on my shoulders and get up there first."

Ye Jianguo squatted down against the earthen wall and patted his shoulder.

Chen Hua pursed his lips, put away his baton, and used Ye Jianguo's knee as a stepping stone to flip over onto his shoulder.

Ye Jianguo let out a low roar, exerted force with both legs, and steadily sent Chen Hua to the edge of the cave entrance.

After Chen Hua climbed up, she turned around and reached out her hand to Ye Jianguo below: "Come up."

Ye Jianguo grabbed the hand, used the leverage to leap, and returned to the mourning hall of the village chief's house.

He dusted himself off, straightened his collar, and only then did he mutter, "No."

He turned his head, looked directly at Chen Hua, and said with a stubborn determination in his eyes: "Even if it really happens, I will make sure that your 'census' work is carried out properly before I completely become an extremely bad element."

Chen Hua was stunned for a moment, looking at the mud-covered, old-fashioned man in front of him, who looked somewhat ridiculous.

In a world filled with betrayal and lies, such a promise feels too heavy to bear.

She turned her head, concealing a slight unease in her eyes, and walked to the Zhongshan suit, searching the pockets carefully once again.

"There's nothing there, just an ordinary set of clothes." Chen Hua stood up, his tone returning to its capable and indifferent tone.

She raised her head, as if speaking to Ye Jianguo, or perhaps brainwashing herself, "You won't, I've always been very good at judging people."

"Gulp... gulp..." An unpleasant swallowing sound came from outside the window, breaking the warmth inside the room.

The sounds were dense and noisy, like hundreds of starving ghosts sharing something.

Ye Jianguo's expression changed, and he quickly pressed himself against the window, peering out through the crack.

The courtyard was surrounded by a dense crowd, and a familiar figure stood at the main entrance.

It was the village chief who had been beaten to death and eaten by them not long ago.

However, at this moment, the village chief looked exactly like a tattered rag doll.

His skin was haphazardly sewn together, his long tongue dangled out, and he wore a nauseating smile.

He raised his withered hand and gently knocked on the door.

"Guests...come out...God says He is hungry!"