On the stage, Hongxiu is good at dancing. The four big characters "Visitors from All Directions" on the plaque hung high are ferocious and strange. The red lanterns hanging on both sides of the plaque are swaying slightly with the gentle and ghostly sounds of the play.
The eyes of the young man in Tang suit moved slightly. On the stage, five ghosts dressed as female actors and with faces painted in opera scripts were twisting stiffly. The five ghosts were turning back and forth on the stage. The sound of opera came from nowhere.
"There's something wrong with this. Why are all five of them female actors?"
The young man in Tang suit looked at the actors on the stage with a solemn expression and murmured to himself:
"It shouldn't be. Didn't grandpa say that in a play, there are usually five roles: Sheng, Dan, Jing, Mo, and Chou? Even if they don't all play, they should account for three or two of them. And
It’s not like now where everything is the same corner.”
Staring at the five female actors on the stage, the young man in Tang suit had an ominous premonition in his heart. Although he didn't know why this happened, it was no longer important.
The young man in Tang suit secretly thought that judging from the current situation, it was extremely likely that someone had broken some rules, otherwise such a violation of the rules would not have occurred.
And this person who broke the rules was probably the ruthless person who demolished the haunted wooden house. Apart from him, the young man in Tang suit really couldn't think of anyone who could do such a thing.
You must know that this ghost show operates according to rules. Its rules cannot be broken if you want to. Without any strength, let alone breaking the rules of the stage, even surviving is a problem.
"This situation is not good. If someone really breaks some of the rules on the stage forcefully, then it means that there will be errors in some of the rules that the old man said. Once this happens, then I may be in a lot of trouble."
"If the rules are broken, it means that the rules of the ghost show will change, and the behavior of the ghosts will no longer be restricted by the stage. This also means that the ghost show will be more dangerous."
"I hope there won't be too many changes in the rules..." The young man in Tang suit said to himself solemnly.
"thump"
Suddenly, he remembered the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground. The young man in Tang suit looked in the direction of the sound. After seeing clearly what happened, his expression changed slightly, and there was some disbelief in his eyes:
"Is this dead? This is impossible. According to the rules, as long as people sit on the red bench and start listening to the play, they will not be attacked by evil spirits."
Not far from the young man, a woman with disheveled hair, sallow skin, and dull eyes fell to the ground without warning. After the woman fell to the ground, her skin quickly began to turn gray, white, and purple, and it took less than a breath.
In the blink of an eye, the woman turned into a pile of black ashes.
Looking at this situation, it was obvious that he was attacked by a ghost. Seeing the scene of this strange man returning, the young man in Tang suit shrank back:
"The rules have changed. The evil ghost is no longer bound by the stage and starts killing people according to his own rules of action."
And as this woman was attacked by the evil ghost, it seemed like a chain reaction was happening. People were constantly being carried from the stool to the ground. Just like the previous woman, her skin quickly turned gray and black, and it was only less than one person.
Within a breath, it turned into a pile of ashes, and then merged into the loess underground.
At this moment, the originally melodious whining tone suddenly became sharp and harsh. When he heard the drama in his ears, the face of the young man in Tang suit suddenly changed, and his eyes widened slightly:
"Ghosts conjuring spirits, this is ghosts conjuring spirits!"
Looking at the people falling to the ground and dying around him, the young man in Tang suit looked ugly:
"What a fool, the rules have been broken to such an extent that even ghost shows have started to kill people indiscriminately."
Listening to the sharp and harsh drama in his ears, and looking at the people constantly falling to the ground and dying around him, he slowly discovered something was wrong. That was that even though the people around him were constantly dying and disappearing, those ordinary people were stunned by a loud noise.
No one screamed.
The young man in Tang suit could clearly see that even though their faces were very frightened, and some even had tears streaming down their faces, none of them wanted to cry, and some even covered their faces with their hands.
Mouth, so that you will not make sounds out of fear.
When seeing this scene, Tong Kong, the young man in Tang suit, trembled and vaguely guessed what was going on. Based on their performance, it seemed that this was not the first time.
"How must the rules be broken to cause this situation to occur?" The young man in Tang suit twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling a little confused.
There was a blood moon in the sky, and the sound of drama was ringing in everyone's ears. It was harsh and sharp. People around them died one by one, but no one cried in pain. No one did so even if they were scared, because they saw someone
It's the result of speaking out because you can't bear the fear in your heart.
They clearly saw that at the moment when the man cried out in fear, his head split open, and brains and blood splattered everywhere, some even splattered on some people's faces and bodies.
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And these people who were splashed tightly covered their mouths with their hands to prevent themselves from making a sound. Their eyes were full of despair and panic, and they didn't even bother to wipe the splattered brains on their faces.
Despair spread in the air, and no one tried to stand up and escape, but without exception, they all ended up with only one fate, death!
If you stand up and leave before the end of a play, there is usually only one outcome, and that is death. This is a ghost play, not a human play, and you cannot come or leave when you want.
The young man in Tang suit looked at this scene with deep eyes, staring at the five ghosts still circling on the stage. His face was very solemn, and the black oil-paper umbrella held in his hand was slightly lowered.
He was waiting, waiting for the scene to end. Only when the scene was over could he leave.
But deep in the backstage of the theater, in a dark hall, a blood-red coffin was quietly parked in the middle of the hall, with a nail wrapped in blood inserted into the coffin.
Weird blood was constantly surging back and forth on the nail. The two arm-thick pieces of white wax on both sides of the coffin were burning rapidly. The cold candlelight shrouded the red coffin, making it strange and ominous.
As time slowly passed, the candle began to burn faster and faster. The cold candlelight danced on the coffin, stuck, stuck, stuck. The harsh friction sound suddenly sounded in the coffin, in this quiet hall.
It seems extremely abrupt.
The moment this sound appeared, a strange scene happened. The coffin nails inserted into the coffin and surrounded by blood actually began to sink into the coffin little by little.
The speed is very slow, but as the candlelight beats fiercely, the speed of the coffin nail sinking into the red coffin is slowly increasing, as if something in the coffin is pulling on the coffin nail.
At the same time, the three Yin Ying young people also came to the stage. The three of them all looked a little tired. But when they saw the scene in front of the stage, the three of them shrank slightly and subconsciously stepped back.
There was some fear in his eyes.
The gloomy young man looked at the ordinary people who kept falling to the ground and turned into a pile of ashes with an ugly expression. He thought that he would be lying if he said he was not afraid.
The drama that keeps ringing around your ears is sharp and harsh, as if someone is constantly cutting the glass with a knife in front of you. It is creepy and makes your scalp numb.
And at this moment, three dark red stools suddenly appeared in front of Yin Ying young man and others. Looking at these three red stools that suddenly appeared, Yin Ying young man's face became gloomy.
"Here, are you asking us to sit up and listen to the show?"
The woman looked at the ordinary red stool and said with a trembling voice.
Hearing the woman's trembling voice, the Yinyi young man and Cheng Yu fell silent and did not speak. Anyone with a discerning eye could see this. If they were not allowed to sit down and listen to the play, what was the meaning of these red stools?
Is it because it’s too hard to see them traveling and they need to rest? Don’t be kidding, this is impossible.
"It's impossible to sit down. You can see from the fate of those people that something will happen to us once we sit down."
Cheng Yu said with a hint of fear in his eyes as he looked at the ordinary people who kept dying.
The gloomy young man nodded, noncommittal to Cheng Yu's words, and observed those people who looked frightened and covered their mouths, otherwise they would sound ordinary. He knew that he could sit down and listen to the show no matter what he said today.
Thinking of this, the Yin Ying young man looked at the other two people, paying attention to their expressions. The weird and harsh drama was still echoing in his ears. He looked at the five ghosts on the stage wearing costumes and facial makeup.
The gloomy young man gritted his teeth:
"We can't waste time here this time. I don't know much about the horror here. I just know some taboos backstage. I'm not sure what will happen here, so we can't sit down and listen to the show like those people.
Waiting to die.”
As he said that, he took out a small box from his pocket and opened the box with a pained expression. Inside the box were five clay dolls with dark bodies and ferocious expressions.
The clay dolls were not big, only about the size of a palm. The Yinyi young man took out three clay dolls from the box with distress, keeping one for himself, and handed the others to Cheng Yu and the others one by one.
"This is a ghost puppet. Its function is to fight off evil spirits on behalf of its master. It is also commonly known as a substitute. All you have to do is smear a drop of your own blood on the face of the clay puppet."
"But there is a flaw in this thing, that is, these ghost puppets can only be used once, which is equivalent to disposable items. After these ghost puppets die on our behalf, these ghost puppets will directly revive."
The Yin Ying young man closed the box again and put it back into his pocket. He held the cold ghost puppet in his hand and continued with a solemn expression:
"Just use this damn thing to listen to the show instead of us."
Cheng Yu and the woman looked at the ghost puppet in their hands, their expressions changing. They looked up at the shadowy young man, their eyes full of surprise. They didn't expect that he had such a good thing.
If it weren't for the fact that they couldn't listen to the show here, waste time, and gamble their lives, they knew that he wouldn't be willing to give out such a good thing.
This kind of good thing that can replace death is not that good. Although this thing cannot be used repeatedly, it is enough to replace death once.
The two of them did not speak. They were just silent as the blood was smeared on the ghost puppet's hideous face. The sinister young man looked at their actions and did not say anything. He just put the ghost puppet smeared with his own blood on it with some toothache.
on the red bench.
Cheng Yu and the two men also made the same move. The moment their puppets were placed on the red stool, the puppets suddenly began to struggle violently, but the red stool only trembled slightly, and the puppets stopped struggling and fell directly into
Deadly silence.
At this moment, the three red stools with the three ghost puppets on them disappeared directly in front of the three people without any warning.
The gloomy young man looked at the three red stools that had disappeared and breathed a sigh of relief:
"it works."
The blood moon hung in the sky, and the three shadowy young men walked directly towards the backstage of the stage, all the way to the west:
"We have to hurry up. This troupe is getting worse and worse. The longer it takes, the more dangerous we are." The gloomy young man said with a solemn expression.
Cheng Yu and the other two did not answer. They just followed behind them silently and walked around the audience seat. As they passed the stage, the three of them passed by.
I saw a little girl in a black windbreaker climbing up to the stage. Looking at the girl's struggle, it was obvious that climbing up the stage was not an easy task for her.
The three of them ignored the pretty little girl. They just lowered their heads and passed by the little girl, walking quickly towards the backstage entrance.
And the little girl also noticed these three weird people, turned to look at them, blinked her big moist eyes, there was something strange in her eyes, but it was just strange, and watched them hurriedly walked into the backstage.
, the little girl also withdrew her gaze.
She looked up at the stage, which was very high for her, curled her lips, and felt a little aggrieved, and continued to climb, as if there was something important to her on the stage.
But it was said that in a room that could not be seen, there were several Taishi chairs placed in the room. The room was very quiet. An old man with gray hair and wrinkles on his face was sitting with his eyes closed, leaning on a crutch made of poplar tree.
On the chair, motionless.
The old man was thin, his skin was covered with age spots, and he was wearing a black shroud. The bright red words "福" on the shroud were slightly twisted. A coldness permeated the old man's body, and the strangeness was quietly spreading.
Suddenly the old man opened his eyes, his gray eyes turning slightly:
"Is it finally here? This time the messenger is really slow."
The old man murmured to himself, with some complaints in his tone:
"Oh, forget it, now that it's here, that's a good thing. It doesn't matter if it's slower."
"Although I don't have much time now, I can still wait until these young people can deliver the letter. It's just a pity for that young person."
The old man sighed and narrowed his cloudy gray eyes slightly:
"But in order to prevent the ghost show from harming the world, it's okay to sacrifice him. Which is more serious, I believe he can understand it."
"Besides, according to the ability of the descendant, he won't die, he just loses his freedom. In fact, it doesn't matter. With this level of strength, it would be a pity not to do something for ordinary people."
The old man murmured to himself very calmly, closed his eyes again, and waited silently for death:
"Now I'm just waiting for them to deliver the letter, so that this supernatural incident will be solved and I can sleep peacefully."
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