Entertainment: Survival on a desert island, you call this a little fresh meat

The rain on the island is always strange, sometimes it stops for a few hours, sometimes it can rain for days on end.

"It's been raining for a day and hasn't stopped, won't the tide flood us?" Yang Mi leaned against the wall of the wooden house, holding her chin with her hand and looking outside, it was already dark, and the calculated time was about ten o'clock in the evening, but the rain had no intention of stopping at all.

Chen Mo is not sleepy, after all, he has slept several times during the day today, and he is in good spirits now.

"According to this situation, it will be at least tomorrow for a day, but there is nothing to worry about, the program team should have taken into account the heavy rain when choosing a place to build a cabin, so the terrain where the wooden houses were built is relatively high. Chen Mo played with the guitar, humming a small tune that no one could hear, looking very pleasant.

Obviously, he enjoyed the moment.

After all, there is no shortage of food now, there is no shortage of fresh water, there is no need to do anything, listening quietly to the sound of rain in the wooden house, and Yang Mi is accompanied by a beautiful woman, it is simply a fairy-like day, so he doesn't really care much about how long this rain lasts.

Yang Mi held her chin boringly, listening to Chen Mo's tune, although she couldn't hear what song it was, it was quite good, and now she couldn't do anything else except listen to Chen Mo sing.

Fortunately, there is enough smoked meat, so you don't have to worry about being hungry at all.

"That's right, Sister Mi. As if he suddenly thought of something interesting, Chen Mo put down his guitar and showed an interested expression on his face: "How about I tell you a ghost story?"

Yang Mi's ears moved, and then her face suddenly became a little pale, her beautiful big eyes were full of resistance, and her head shook like a rattle: "Don't listen, don't listen, don't listen."

She even moved her body back in resistance, until she was too close to the wall and couldn't lean any further, but she still had a face full of resistance, and raised her hand to cover her ears.

Most girls are afraid of ghosts.

Although Yang Mi is now successful in her career, in the final analysis, she is three or four years older than Chen Mo, so it is strange that she is not afraid.

Originally, the wind outside was weird and scary, you still have to tell ghost stories, is there still heavenly reason? Is there still a law?

Chen Mo touched his chin: "Don't worry, I promise, it's not scary at all."

Yang Mi picked up the pillow and smashed it at Chen Mo: "Chen Mo! If you dare to tell ghost stories, I will really be angry." "

Netizens in the live broadcast room originally felt that it was not interesting to see the rain for a day, but now when they heard that Chen Mo was going to tell Yang Mi a ghost story, they all lit up and coaxed.

"Tell me quickly, if you don't have one or two ghost stories on this big night, life is meaningless.

"Lonely men and widows, living in the same room, when it comes to the emotional place, Da Mi Mi was frightened and drilled into Brother Mo's arms..."

"Photographer: Am I human, am I human!" The

highlight of survival in the wilderness is that the guests go to the wild every day to survive, but now it is raining for a day, and there are few highlights, and the number of online people in the live broadcast room is about to drop to 150 million, a sharp decline.

Now I hear that Chen Mo is going to tell a ghost story, and the number of people in the live broadcast room is rising steadily.

Even those who were going to sleep were going to sleep after listening to the ghost story.

Chief director Zhao Hai also wiped the cold sweat on his head, he has been worried for a day today, watching the live broadcast data drop little by little, he is anxious and is about to circle in place, fortunately, fortunately, fortunately, there is also Chen Mo, a lucky star.

Yang Mi is very resistant, but telling ghost stories is like that, the more you resist, the more excited I am.

"I'm starting to talk about it. With

a slight cough, Chen Mo woke Yang Mi up.

Yang Mi was still very resistant, covering her ears with her hands, and staring at Chen Mo with wide eyes.

Chen Mo suppressed his voice and deliberately lowered his voice a lot, in this case, whether intentionally or unintentionally, the audience would listen carefully because they wanted to hear clearly what the person in front of them was saying.

Sure enough, Yang Mi subconsciously wanted to hear Chen Mo speak clearly, and the hands covering her ears let go a little without even noticing herself.

"This happened in our school, when I was still in high school, it was a boarding school, and I was playing ball with a few classmates in my class at night, and I suddenly wanted to go to the toilet while playing, so I went alone.

Chen Mo adjusted his sitting posture, sitting closer to Yang Mi, his voice was full of emotion, and the rhythm of his speech was just right, which made people can't help but have an immersive feeling when they listen to it.

Even the two photographers listened carefully with their ears open.

"It was very quiet that night, surprisingly quiet, I pushed open the door and walked into the bathroom, and found that there was no one inside, which was strange at the time, but I didn't pay much attention to it, and planned to pee quickly and go back to playing.

"But when I was done and wanted to leave, I suddenly heard something coming from the innermost door, and I didn't hear it clearly at first, so I walked over, and there seemed to be someone talking inside, and the voice was very low, and I kept repeating "I can't open it, I can't open it." It

was still raining outside, and the sound of dripping was constantly reaching her ears, and the wind seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, blowing the door of the wooden house creaking and shaking, making Yang Mi's body curl up together, and her arms hugged her tightly.

Chen Mo continued: "At that time, I thought that someone had been squatting inside before I came, but now the doorknob was stuck so I couldn't get out, so I walked over and wanted to help."

"Who's inside, who is inside, do you want me to open the door for you?"

But the people inside did not answer me, but kept repeating the two sentences, "I can't open it, I can't open it." "

I thought he didn't hear clearly, and he didn't think so much, so he just reached out and pulled the door open from the outside, and the door creaked, and I opened it easily, and I was quite puzzled at the time, thinking that this was not stuck, how could it not be opened?"

"But when I looked inside, I found that there was no one inside.

Speaking of this, Chen Mo stared at Yang Mi with his eyes, and his voice was lengthened when he said the last sentence, and it just so happened that at this time, a strong wind blew outside the door, and the shaking wooden door made a creaking sound again.

"Ahh