The blood moon above the sky was moving slowly. Next to the stone tablet inscribed with "Ghost Show in the South of the Yangtze River", the shadowy young man looked at the lanterns that had stopped chasing not far away with gloomy eyes. He didn't know what he was thinking.
After the woman suppressed her ghost and revived, another teammate who was lying on the ground also got up from the ground. He was in very bad condition now. There was a strong corpse smell all over his body, as if he was a dead body.
It looked like a corpse that had been dead for several months.
"I'm about to recover. It won't take more than a day at most."
When the Yin Ying young man heard this, he subconsciously wanted to stay away from this guy. Smelling the unbearable corpse smell, the Yin Ying young man frowned deeper:
"Cheng Yu, is there any way to suppress it? Our mission will definitely take more than one day. I don't want you to wake up suddenly when we are completing the mission."
Hearing the words of the gloomy young man, Cheng Yu was a little silent, his face was numb, his eyes were empty, and he just shook his head calmly:
"I have no way to suppress it. The thing that can suppress the resurrection of the evil spirit was used when I resisted the evil spirit just now."
The gloomy young man looked at Cheng Yu, who had empty eyes and a numb expression, and answered in such a calm tone, Tong Kong immediately shrank:
"Sure enough, Li Gui is about to recover. Even the most basic emotions have disappeared."
"Cheng Yu, is there really nothing we can do? If you revive as a ghost, our chances of succeeding in this mission will be even less." The woman looked up at Cheng Yu and asked anxiously.
"No." Cheng Yu still shook his head and said.
The gloomy young man was a little silent. He turned his head and looked at the brightly lit stage behind him. On the stage, five or six ghosts in costumes were performing. Weird and tactful dramas sounded in his ears. He knew that it would be more dangerous later.
Feeling the coldness on Cheng Yu's body, the young man Yin Ying gritted his teeth and took out a thumb-sized bottle from his pocket. There was some black powder in it. Looking at the bottle in his hand, a flash of pain flashed across the young man's face:
"Use this first. These ghost powder should be able to suppress your ghost's recovery for a period of time, which is enough for us to complete this mission."
Cheng Yu stared at the ghost powder in the hand of the Yin Ying youth. He was silent for a while, then took it, opened the bottle, and poured all the black powder in the bottle onto himself, without any doubt that the Yin Ying youth would trick him.
This is actually not difficult to understand. Looking at the current situation, if he dies, their chance of completing this mission is no more than 30%, but with him, they have a 50% chance, so he is not worried that the shadowy young man will harm him.
This was not worth it for him. The moment the black ghost powder touched his skin, most of the corpse odor on Cheng Yu's body dissipated, and the coldness shrouding his body also dissipated.
Although it has not completely disappeared, it is enough. Cheng Yu can clearly feel that the evil ghost in his body is no longer recovering. Feeling this, a flash of hope flashes in Cheng Yu's eyes, the hope of living...
Seeing that Cheng Yu's condition was obviously much better, the Yin Ying young man and the woman also breathed a sigh of relief:
"Okay, now that the resurgence of the evil ghost has been suppressed, let's complete the task as soon as possible. We don't have much time."
The gloomy young man looked at the stage behind him with deep eyes and said.
"Well, find the red coffin with the coffin nails as soon as possible and finish delivering the letter as soon as possible. Only in this way can we have a chance to get out of here alive!"
The woman's voice was a little deep, and she was also staring at the crowded stage over there.
Cheng Yu didn't speak, but just listened. The Yin Ying young man nodded. They all knew this truth. Only by delivering the letter would they have a chance to leave this horrible ghost place alive.
Without further talking, the three of them walked directly towards the stage, stepped over the stone monument, and rushed to the stage with a solemn mood.
The three of them were all in a solemn mood. This mission was the most dangerous and terrifying mission they had ever undertaken. It was true that they had not sent red letters before, but those were far less dangerous than this one.
If they had no choice, they would not come here. This level of terror should not be something they should be exposed to, even if all of them who come this time are ghost masters.
Group destruction is just an accident or accident here, and such accidents and accidents will continue to happen...
But the young man in Tang suit had already arrived at the auditorium in front of the stage. It was said to be an auditorium, but in fact it was just a dam the size of a playground.
It's just that such a dam can accommodate nearly 10,000 spectators. Normally, this is simply impossible, but this is a ghost show, and in front of powerful ghosts, anything is possible.
The young man in Tang suit held an umbrella, squinted his eyes slightly, and looked at a red stool that suddenly appeared in front of him. He felt that the stool was ordinary, and it looked ordinary. If he didn't know what it was, he might also think that
This is an ordinary stool:
"The ghost stool can also be said to be the ghost theater chair."
"The old man said that once you get to the stage, you must sit down and enjoy the play before you leave, otherwise you will die."
At this moment, this dam is already crowded with people. The rows of red benches are full of people. The young man in Tang suit looked at the ordinary people sitting on the benches with frightened faces and trembling mouths, but did not dare to say a word.
A flash of understanding flashed in his eyes:
"Is this a return to thinking?"
When I glanced over, I found that there were many people with frightened expressions and pale faces, but they did not dare to move. These were the people who had regained their thinking by chance.
Of course, these are only a small part, and most of them are ordinary people with dull eyes and smiles on their faces. A rough estimate of these people is that there are at least three to four thousand people.
The young man in Tang suit shook his head, held an umbrella, and sat down directly on the red stool. The moment he sat on the red bench, his face changed slightly, and a look of solemnity flashed in his eyes.
He turned around and looked around, and realized something was wrong. After sitting on the stool, he saw a completely different scene. At this moment, there were many ordinary people sitting around him, and all of these ordinary people had sallow skin and sunken eye sockets.
Their lips were blue and their hair was dry. If they hadn't seen them breathing, the young man in Tang suit would have even doubted whether these people were dead.
Seeing these people, he immediately understood what was going on:
"Are these the people who have been sitting here listening to the show from the beginning and never left?"
"I heard from my grandpa that after being attracted by ghost dramas, some ordinary people will be trapped in the ghost dramas and unable to extricate themselves. If no one reminds them, they will continue to listen until they starve to death..."
"Of course, it is useless to remind such people. If you remind them rashly, you may harm them. You must know that there are rules for singing opera, and there are rules for listening to opera. If you don't follow the rules rashly, generally speaking
The only result is death!"
"You have to understand that this is a ghost opera, not a human opera. If it is a human opera, the audience can be as casual as they like. No one will care. But ghosts are different. Their rules are rules. If you don't follow them, you will die. So