The pitch-black tunnel was devoid of light, and the gloomy, eerie background music kept the nerves of An Yue and Miaomiao tightly strung.
Ansheng wore a calm expression, letting out a sigh.
For some reason, he had never felt any real sense of terror in haunted houses. The tricks were always the same; at most, a jump scare might startle him for a second, but everything else felt rather bland—far less immersive than watching a horror movie.
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