"Don't move." Xu Mao shouted, pointing to the security guard who came by. The gun pointed at the security guard's forehead. The security guard's face was white and frightening.

"do you want to die?"

as soon as the guests saw the police drawing their guns, they had to leave immediately. Ye Tian laughs, his palm shakes, and the gate closes automatically.

"there are ghosts." There has been a shout.

"don't move. It's quiet." Xu Mao is holding a gun to the shouting guests.

Ye Tian laughs. Unexpectedly, he has such a good look tonight. He steps forward to the front of the stage, picks up the microphone and says, "which...