"All just props?!"
Upon hearing this, Qianhe Kagura couldn't hold back anymore.
Her fingers involuntarily stretched out, stammering, "Beichuan, Beichuan, you're saying they're all just props? How could such props exist?!"
A plush toy that hands over tissues.
A woman floating in the air with a broken neck.
And the roaring chainsaw.
Those were all just props?!
You must be joking! There's no way I could ever believe such nonsense!
Facing Qianhe Kagura's incredulity, Beichuan Si didn't hesitate to pull out objects from her bag right in front of her.
The plush toy.
And a pale golden bell that shimmered lightly.
Beichuan Si thought for a moment and then also picked up the chainsaw from the ground, one of the props that had frightened Qianhe Kagura the most.
Displaying these items that had cast shadows over Qianhe Kagura in the haunted house, now being held by Beichuan Si, caused Qianhe Kagura to dare not cast her gaze upon them.
