At this moment, the butler playing Parker seemed to be about to speak, and a rustling sound suddenly came from their right side.

"Ah!" Ge Yadili screamed softly, and immediately covered her mouth with her hands. Under the dim light, she nodded sheepishly, signaling to continue.

The ladies didn't know the script, but the two gentlemen did. It was the hard-working Joseph who tied a handful of branches and leaves to his buttocks and crawled on all fours at the edge of the hall.

Not to mention, even if the person involved knows what is going on, it still sounds quite scary.

Mark's mind couldn't help but have the ghostly appearance of "The Lost Heart Demon".

He suddenly laughed at himself: There is a whole team of night watchmen in this house, what a ghost!

The butler seemed to be muttering in his mind, and he kept saying, "What is that sound?"

Mark looked around: "Wait, where is my classmate Ruth Fang?"

He picked up the lantern on the table and turned it around with his arm, as if he was really looking for his mysteriously missing companion.

At this time, the four ladies had already entered the state and were a little frightened.

Some of them covered their mouths with fans, and some held the hands of their companions, looking trembling.

As if to reassure the ladies, when Mark put the lantern back, the butler placed a plate in the middle of the table and then placed a white object in front of everyone's sight.

Under the dim light, you can see the misty white smoke blowing away.

It was silent, like the indescribable and terrifying fog in the dark night.

In fact, it is a piece of dry ice, which is solid carbon dioxide. It can be made with simple substances such as baking soda, vinegar, etc. It can also be used as a fire extinguisher.

In this atmosphere, even with kerosene lamps, a sense of spreading darkness immediately captured the hearts of every audience member.

This time, even the boldest Dorothy, together with the other three women, secretly moved her chair closer to where Mark was.

"Wait! Who? What's that sound?" This was supposed to be a line in the script, but Mark couldn't help but vibrate when he read it.

On the other side of the table, the butler suddenly jumped on all fours on the table.

A loud "click" sound erupted from the butler's neck, as crisp as fried beans. In front of a man and four women, the butler's head and the pale mask on his face slowly turned 180 degrees...
Chapter completed!