Chapter 1182 Mutation
The moment Jiang Cheng’s palm touched the girl’s body, the girl’s body froze. After all, she was touched by a ghost. The girl probably never thought about it. The next second, her mouth opened, revealing a He looked like he was about to cry, "Heng Ke, I...although I was born in a troupe , I know I am humble, but I don’t sell myself as an artist, so please forgive me for not obeying my orders.”
This is nothing, Jiang Cheng frowned slightly, surrounded by a circle of burnt ghosts, Jiang Cheng didn’t do anything else. Without thinking, he pushed the girl a little harder and motioned for her to leave quickly.
I don’t know if the girl understood it or not. In short, she continued walking, repeating those words in her mouth, but her voice became softer, like a mosquito humming.
Jiang Cheng glanced at the play on the stage and focused on the shadows of the people on the stage. Fortunately, the shadows were all there and there were no changes.
Maybe it’s because I can’t let it go. The fight scene on stage looked like a joke, but it was full of an indescribable weird feeling, as if several people were puppets, and their movements revealed a strange stiffness. .
"Thank you, Domeng, thank you, Domeng...ah!"
The girl suddenly called out briefly, and Jiang Cheng immediately turned his head, just in time to see a blackened arm. It was pulled from the girl's body and the last sachet was burned in the gong.
But after walking a full circle, there is still half the distance left.
According to Jiangcheng’s experience, the second half of the journey is the most dangerous.
It is almost impossible for a girl to leave safely, relying only on herself.
But the chain reaction of this short cry was far more than that. An actor on the stage with a gun in his hand and several black flags behind him was obviously distracted when he heard the cry. , actually looked blankly in the direction of the girl.
Immediately afterwards, the actor's movements stagnated, and his eyes began to tremble uncontrollably. Finally, they suddenly turned upward, leaving only the whites of his eyes.
This sudden movement interrupted the rhythm on the stage. The other person he was fighting seemed not to have noticed the abnormality in his teammate, and was still spinning around towards this person.
While approaching, he opened his mouth wide and babbling, singing weird lyrics.
But the next second, he could no longer make a sound, because a spear penetrated his mouth and stabbed out from his back, with such force that he was nailed to the stage.
In the last few seconds of his life, he opened his mouth and spat out a large number of blood bubbles. Along the barrel of the gun, blood spurted out like it was free.
There was not much fear in his eyes, but more confusion and disbelief, because he did not react at all.
Then, the actor who stabbed his teammate to death stiffly took off the long sword from his teammate's hand, folded his wrist, and placed the sword across his neck at an incomprehensible angle. Then he suddenly exerted force and knocked himself The head was cut off.
The head fell to the ground with a thud and rolled gurglingly until it hit the corner of the stage and then stopped, with its face facing the direction of Jiang Cheng.
In an instant, the stage was covered with blood and became a Shura field.
The last surviving actor seemed to be stunned, his mouth was wide open, his whole body was shaking, and he couldn't say a word.
The ghost show...has stalled.
Jiang Cheng’s heart tightened. He remembered that the newspaper told some contents about the rules of the ghost show. The actors on the stage should not look at the audience, and the tip of the sword should not be pointed at the audience. The most important thing is , no matter what, the ghost show is not allowed to stop!
This is a taboo!
At the same time, Jiang Cheng also noticed that the Scorched Ghosts, who had been quiet at this moment, began to become restless, their bodies shaking like crazy, as if they were going to pounce on them and tear the people on the stage into pieces in the next second.
There were still a few restless eyes staring at him.
Now it is clear that his fate tonight is tied to this troupe. If this ghost show fails, not only the troupe will die, but he will die too!
The way to survive...Where is the way to survive? !
The more he wanders between life and death, the more critical he encounters, the more calm he is. After all, panic will not help solve the problem, it will only make you die faster.
The real danger was these charred ghosts, and the killings on the stage must be related to them. Jiang Cheng shifted his attention and looked at these charred ghosts, and sure enough, he found a clue.
There is an empty seat at the far right rear position.
But Jiang Cheng clearly remembered that all these seats were occupied, and there were absolutely no empty seats!
Reminiscent of the weird posture of the man on the stage when he committed suicide, Jiang Cheng had a guess in his mind. The posture of the man holding the sword when he committed suicide was very strange. A normal person would not be able to use the sword like this, let alone He said he would cut off his own head with a sword.
Besides, this is just a prop sword, not a sharp sword!
The horrific scene on the stage was still unfolding. The headless corpse did not fall down. Instead, it held a sword and walked step by step towards the last survivor on the stage.
Blood continued to overflow from the broken neck, and every step he took would leave a bloody footprint. The sense of oppression it brought was even more terrifying than the incident itself.
Jiang Cheng couldn't help but hold his breath.
He knew that if all the actors on the stage were killed, then the ghost show tonight would end here. Next, they would face the pursuit of all the ghosts, and they No one will be spared.
At this moment, Jiang Cheng has figured out what the weird movements of this corpse mean. The corpse is controlled. To be precise, it seems like it is being carried by an invisible person.
It was the same when he committed suicide, as if there was an invisible person standing behind him, grabbing his hand with his hand, then putting the sword on his neck, and then pulling hard.
Thinking of this, Jiang Cheng looked at the sachet in his hand. Although the sachet was precious, he couldn't care about anything else at the moment. When the headless corpse stood in front of the last survivor, he raised his sword and planned to chop. When he went down, Jiang Cheng threw out the sachet with force.
His target was not the headless corpse, but the position slightly behind the headless corpse.
The next second, accompanied by a strange sound, the sachet hit something out of thin air, bounced away, and then burned and turned into black ashes.
What was even more shocking was that behind the empty corpse, a tall charred corpse actually appeared out of thin air. The corpse was even two heads taller than the headless corpse.
The charred corpse stood in place, motionless, as if everything before it had nothing to do with it, and the blood-soaked stage was not made by it.
Although the charred corpses stopped, the crisis has not been resolved. The only survivor on the stage was frightened by this scene. He collapsed on the ground, covering his eyes, shivering, and could not continue acting at all.
The charred corpses around them could no longer bear it any longer and stood up one after another. (End of this chapter)