The ghost knocked on the door, luckily I was able to read the save file!

Hearing Wu Shan's request to go back again, Zhang Yuan couldn't help but nodded. He looked up at the sky which had completely darkened, and his expression became a little nervous: "Why don't we go back first?"

When he said this, Zhang Yuan's eyes stayed on Lin Luo, obviously asking for his opinion.

However, at this moment, Lin Luo was like a possessed man, staring at the stage in front of him with his eyes tightly, without any intention of leaving.

Seeing Lin Luo's focused expression, Zhang Yuan couldn't help but feel a little doubtful in his heart. He couldn't help but reach out and gently pull the corner of Lin Luo's clothes, and whispered: "Zhang Yang, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

Zhang Yuan's tone was a little alert, because he was worried that Lin Luo in front of him had been confused by some strange power.

At this moment, Lin Luo suddenly said: "Listen carefully, the opera they sing is a little bit wrong, the lyrics are a bit strange"

Lin Luo's head never turned around, still staring at the stage, but his tone revealed an indescribable solemnity.

At this time, the two figures on the stage were constantly rotating, accompanied by melodious and graceful singing.

"My..."

Lin Luo frowned slightly and couldn't help but remind him: "Did you hear clearly what lyrics she sang later?"

At this time, Lin Luo was full of doubts, because he only heard the first two words of the song sung by the woman. As for the subsequent lyrics, he felt that he had just understood them, but the next second he forgot them completely as if he had lost his memory.

Zhang Yuan also frowned, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and he tried to recall and said: "I clearly heard it just now, but... but why can't I remember it suddenly?"

Wu Shan, who was standing next to him, also frowned, and kept muttering to himself: "We, we..., I clearly heard the latter just now!"

Looking at the appearance of Zhang Yuan and Wu Shan, Lin Luo understood in his heart that they must be the same as himself. Although they clearly heard the lyrics sung by the woman later, it seemed that their memory was wiped out in an instant, and they couldn't remember it no matter what.

"Dear guests, the village chief said that if you are tired, you can go back and rest first, but this scene may last until midnight, I hope you don't mind." Just when the three were lost in thought, the fair-skinned young man appeared from nowhere and said to them with a smile.

Hearing this, several people looked at each other and nodded, indicating that it was okay.

Suddenly, just as the fair-skinned young man was about to turn around and leave, Lin Luo asked, "I would like to ask, what song are they singing now?"

The fair-skinned young man stopped, turned his head to look at Lin Luo and the others who were full of doubts, and then cast his eyes on the stage, with a bitter smile on his face: "To be honest, I am not interested in these operas, so I don't know much."

"Oh...there is one more thing. This distinguished guest is a little tired. I hope you can help us take him to rest."

Lin Luo pointed at the yellow-haired man beside him, and a touch of concern appeared on his face.

Zhang Yuan and Wu Shan couldn't help feeling a little puzzled when they heard this, but they couldn't help but look at Lin Luo, with a hint of admiration in their eyes.

The fair-skinned young man looked in the direction Lin Luo pointed and looked at the yellow-haired man: "Dear guest, do you want to rest?"

Under the gaze of the four people, the yellow-haired man slowly stood up and nodded expressionlessly.

After a while, everyone looked at the back of the yellow-haired man leaving, and Lin Luo whispered to Zhang Yuan and the others.

"Let's go to the back of the stage and take a look."

Zhang Yuan asked curiously: "What's wrong? Why do we have to go there?"

Lin Luo's face became solemn, and he replied: "The play they just sang was about Taoyuan Village!"

After hearing this, Wu Shan was shocked and couldn't help saying: "What, it's about this village?"

Zhang Yuan was also stunned for a moment, obviously surprised by the news.

In fact, just now, the two of them had been focusing on the villagers and the yellow-haired man, and didn't pay much attention to the performance.

Seeing Wu Shan's shocked expression, Lin Luo couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and said: "Didn't you remind me?"

When Wu Shan heard this, he was stunned for a moment. When did he remind him? But soon, he reacted, smiled bitterly, and explained: "I'm not talking about the stage, but the villagers. I think they are like robots, lifeless, and they keep repeating the same actions."

After listening to Wu Shan's words, Zhang Yuan and Lin Luo immediately turned their attention to the villagers and began to observe them carefully. Their eyes were full of curiosity and vigilance, trying to find something from these villagers.some anomalies.

After watching for a while, the two indeed found some clues.

As Wu Shan said, although these villagers always had happy smiles on their faces, their movements seemed a bit mechanical and repetitive.

It seemed that everyone was set up with a fixed program and kept performing the same movements.

Especially the old man that Lin Luo was staring at, his behavior attracted her attention.

This old man would raise his hand almost every ten seconds and point his finger at the stage. His movements were so regular that he seemed to be controlled by an invisible force, which made people feel very strange.

As time went on, this strange phenomenon became more and more obvious.

The whole scene became more and more weird, which made people shudder.

Looking at the situation in front of him, Lin Luo lowered his voice; "Let's go, let's go to the back of the stage to take a look."

"Okay."

The three stood up carefully, trying not to make any noise.

Fortunately, the three seats were on the far right, and there were not many people on their side.

Basically all the villagers gathered in the middle, which was right in front of the stage.

Lin Luo, Wu Shan and Zhang Yuan went straight to the back of the stage.

Everything here looked normal. A dozen people were busy walking around, some actors had already put on makeup and were ready to go on stage, and some staff were busy preparing various props...

Lin Luo and the other two immediately locked their eyes on a middle-aged man standing in the middle directing. Judging from his dress and the attitude of the people around him, the other party should be the owner of this troupe.

"You two get ready, don't be nervous when you go on stage later. You carry this over there, and remember to put it away in time after use..."

The three looked at each other, and Lin Luo walked over.

"Hello, are you the owner of this troupe?"

Hearing Lin Luo's voice, the troupe owner who was directing stopped his action, turned his head and looked at them, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes: "Excuse me, who are you?"

Wu Shan smiled and replied: "We are tourists who come to this village to play."

"Oh, so that's the case. What do you want to talk to me about?" The troupe owner asked politely.

At this time, Zhang Yuan on the side said: "It's nothing serious, I just want to ask what the song is called, it sounds pretty good."

Lin Luo looked at the troupe owner, who looked familiar.