Nightmare Attack

What will happen to the deceiver? The old troupe leader has no idea and has never heard of it. After all, a troupe that can do such a thing will probably never have a chance to talk again.

The rest of the troupe, knowing that they had violated a taboo, had no choice but to kneel down and bow to the surroundings of the stage together with the old troupe leader. While doing so, they said something about breaking the contract unintentionally and not to blame them.

When the man saw this scene, there was no expression of surprise on his face.

Immediately, after everything was arranged, the old troupe leader gathered everyone in the troupe together and held a meeting for everyone with a very serious attitude.

Although the old leader has never sung a ghost show, his master once did. After getting drunk, the master once mentioned this experience inadvertently.

The old leader emphasized that no one singing on stage can wear red, and the red parts of costumes and props must be wrapped with white linen.

Moreover, whether it is singing or fighting scenes, the spear points of the props, as well as the blades and blades of the swords, are not allowed to face the audience, let alone look at the audience.

If...if you really see an extremely terrifying scene, you must remember that you must not panic or scream. Most importantly, no matter what happens, you must not stop.

It is a taboo to stop a ghost play in the middle of the performance. Legend has it that the ghosts' resentment will be appeased when they listen to the play. If you stop midway, the ghost's resentment will burst out, and you will suffer a big disaster!

There is also the ring player team who is performing the music next to the stage. Their rules are the same, but there is one more rule. They need to cover their eyes with a white cloth before the ghost show starts, and no matter what happens during the show, they must not take it off. .

"Old leader, what will... happen to you?" someone in the ringer team asked in a low voice.

"I don't know." The old leader slowly shook his head, "But according to what I heard, maybe during the beating, you will encounter something blowing cool air into your back collar, or there will be something mixed among you, and you will hear the sound. There is no sound of musical instruments in the team.”

After hearing this, everyone's expressions became very ugly.

"As long as...as long as we don't violate these taboos, nothing will happen, right?" Someone asked, and now the entire troupe was filled with a sense of desolation that they were about to die.

Before the old leader could speak, the man on the side was the first to answer, "Yes, that's it. As long as you cooperate seriously, after the play is over, all the nearby spectators will disperse, and I will never interact with you again in this life."

But now, no matter how reluctant they are, everyone can only believe the man's words and try their best to sing the ghost show tonight.

"When does the play start?" someone asked the man in a very bad tone.

The man didn't care, nodded, and replied calmly: "At 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, the yin and yang alternate, and with the sound of the gong as the signal, the play can begin. The ghost play begins, the dead let go of their grudges, and the living seek life.

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The content in the newspaper was full of content, and everyone read it for a long time, but the story ended here hastily. Du Moyu grabbed the newspaper and rummaged through it, but there was no follow-up to the story.

"Stop looking for it." Jiang Cheng patted him, "It's gone down there."

"That's gone? Isn't this a scam?" Du Moyu couldn't hold back his emotions. The current situation was so similar to the introduction in the newspaper. In front of them was a stage, and the layout on it was all correct. .

It is certain that this stage was built by those people at the beginning, and the fate of this mission is also related to this ghost show.

If they can know the subsequent development of the story, they will have more direction to find clues next.

Unfortunately, there is no if.

"Huh? Look, on the newspaper... why are all the words on the newspaper missing?" Du Moyu, who was holding the newspaper, exclaimed.

In fact, what he said was inaccurate. It was not that the words on it were missing, but that they had become very blurry, as if they had been wet by water. In short, they could no longer be recognized.

"There is something weird about this newspaper, and it seems to be a clue to guide us." Xia Meng analyzed: "If you think about it, how much content we just saw in the newspaper, can a newspaper really record such rich content? "

Xia Qiang echoed, "That's right, and have you noticed that the narrative angle of the stories in the newspapers is also a bit strange, from a wide range of sources, even... some even seem to be told from the perspective of the victim. Everyone is dead, how can you still tell the story? possible……"

Xia Qiang didn't say the rest of the words, but anyone who can stand here is not an idiot, and it's clear.

He turned his head and looked at the stage. At this moment, there was a story to pave the way. At this moment, the stage in Jiang Cheng's eyes became more and more weird. "At 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, yin and yang alternate, with the sound of gongs as the signal... The ghost show begins, the dead resolve their grievances, and the living Seek to live.”

He savored these sentences, especially the last two.

It is not difficult to understand that the dead will settle their grievances. They have confirmed with personal experience that there are many innocent souls who were burned to death. There are even ghosts posing as teammates and lurking around them.

It is important for the living to survive. This is clearly meant for the living among them, that is to say, when the ghost show starts, that is when the path of life is revealed.

But what Jiang Cheng couldn't figure out was that at 12 o'clock at night, ghosts would appear around the stage and rush to watch the show. If living people like them also rushed over, wouldn't they have collided with ghosts? Is there any way to survive?

His thoughts were a little confused for a while, and the scene around him made him feel uneasy.

Suddenly, a bell rang, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Following the sound, they saw a large pendulum clock as tall as a person in a place similar to the hotel front desk.

The pointer of the pendulum clock just pointed to the position of 9.

"9 o'clock." Someone couldn't help but speak.

Out of habit, Jiang Cheng immediately took out his mobile phone and checked the time.

It seems that this is the time in this world, and it is probably 9 o'clock at night. After all, they have been in this world for some time, and when they looked out through the window, the time on the street seemed to be afternoon, close to evening.

"Come and see here!" Zhou Tong stood up from behind the long table at the hotel front desk. Judging from her expression, she should have made a new discovery.

When Jiang Cheng walked over, he saw a wooden board embedded in the wall behind the long table. There were some nails evenly distributed on the wooden board, and on the nails, there were some keys hanging scattered.

The key was copper-colored, giving people the feeling that it had just been hung here not long ago.

If you look closely, you can also see the numbers written in black pen on the wooden board. Each key has a corresponding number, which is probably the room number corresponding to the key.

Jiang Cheng looked normal, but his suspicion of Zhou Tong grew. The key was hidden in a hidden place, and it was impossible to detect it without careful observation.

Zhou Tong was a ghost, and she must have had her own purpose for doing this.

This was a trap.

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