Chapter 175 Play (3)
On the stage, Hong Xiu 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 gracefully and ghostly. The sound of the play swayed slightly.
The eyes of the young man in Tang suit moved slightly. On the stage, five ghosts dressed as Huadan students, with faces painted in opera scripts, were twisting stiffly. The five ghosts were turning back and forth on the stage, and the sound of opera was unknown. Where did it appear from.
“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 they are all the same character now.”
Looking at the five male characters 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 this kind of non-compliance with the rules would not have occurred.
And this person who broke the rules was probably the ruthless man 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."
“The rules are Breaking it means that the rules of the ghost show will change, and the rules of action of the ghosts will no longer be restricted by the stage, which also means that the ghost show will be more dangerous."
"I hope the changed rules will not be too big. "More" the young man in Tang suit said to himself solemnly.
"Plop"
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. When he saw clearly what happened, his face changed slightly. Change, something incredible in my 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 ghosts."
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. In less than a breath, the woman turned into ashes. Made 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 his pupils:
“The rules have changed, the ghost is no longer bound by the stage. ”
And then he started killing people according to his own rules of action. As this woman was attacked by the evil spirit, it was as if a chain reaction had occurred. People were being carried from the stool to the ground one after another. Just like the woman before, her skin quickly turned gray and black, just in less than a breath. In a short time, it turned into a pile of ashes and then blended 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 pupils dilated slightly:
"Ghost" Calling for spirits, this is calling for spirits!”
Looking at the people falling to the ground around him, the young man in Tang suit looked ugly:
"It's over, the rules have been broken to such an extent that even ghost dramas have begun to kill people indiscriminately."
Listening to the sharp and harsh drama in my ears, I looked at the people falling to the ground around me. , slowly he discovered something was wrong, even though people around him were constantly dying and disappearing, there were no ordinary people who screamed loudly.
The young man in Tang suit could clearly see that even though these people's 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, the young man in Tang suit's pupils trembled, and he 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 corners of the young man's mouth in Tang suit twitched, a little confused.
Despair spreads in the air, and no one has tried to stand up and escape, but without exception, they all have the same end, *!
If you stand up and leave before the end of a play, there is usually only one end, and that is *. 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 is waiting for the scene to end. Only after the scene is over can he leave.
But deep in the backstage of the theater, in a dark hall, a blood-red coffin stopped quietly in the middle of the hall, with a nail wrapped in blood inserted into the coffin.
The red 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, which was strange and ominous. .
As time slowly passed, the burning speed of the candle began to slowly increase. The cold candlelight danced on the coffin, click, click, click, and the harsh friction sound suddenly sounded in the coffin. It seemed particularly awkward in this quiet hall.
The moment the 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 with the violent beating of the candlelight, 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 looked a little tired, but when they saw the scene in front of the stage, the pupils of the three of them shrank slightly, subconsciously. He stepped back, with 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 said in his heart that he was not afraid, which would be a lie.
The drama that keeps ringing in your ears is sharp and harsh, as if someone is constantly scratching 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, do you want us to sit on it 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 asked to sit down and listen to the play, then these red stools would appear What is the meaning of ?
Is it because it is too hard to watch them traveling and let them rest? No kidding, that's 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 looked at the ordinary people who kept dying, with a twinkle in his eye. Fear said.
The gloomy young man nodded, noncommittal to Cheng Yu's words, observing those people who looked frightened and covered their mouths to prevent themselves from making sounds. He knew that he could sit down and listen to the show no matter what he said today.
Thinking of this, the gloomy young man looked at the other two people, paying attention to their expressions. The weird and harsh drama was still echoing in his ears, and he looked at the man on the stage wearing costumes with painted faces. The five evil ghosts of Facebook, 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 like those people and live and die. Listening to the show and 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 Yin Ying young man took out three clay dolls from the box distressedly, keeping one for himself and passing 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 with this thing, that is, these ghost puppets can only be used once. They are equivalent to disposable items. After these ghost puppets die on our behalf, these ghost puppets will resurrect directly.” The cold ghost puppet continued with a solemn expression:
"Just use this ghost thing to listen to the play 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 something like There is also such good stuff.
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 would not 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 just kept silent and smeared the blood on the ghost puppet's hideous face. The gloomy young man looked at their actions and said nothing, but smeared the blood on himself with some toothache. The bloody ghost puppet was placed 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 Dead 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, they just disappeared.
The Yinyi young man looked at the three red stools that had disappeared, and he breathed a sigh of relief:
"It works."
The blood moon hung in the west in the sky, and the three Yinyi young men directly Walk towards the backstage of the stage, all the way to the west:
"We have to hurry up. This troupe is getting more and more wrong. 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, bypassing the auditorium, and the three of them passed by the stage.
I saw a little girl wearing a black trench coat climbing towards the stage. Looking at the girl's struggling look, 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.
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, looking at them After hurriedly walking into the backstage, the little girl also looked away.
Looking up at the stage, which was very high for her, she curled her lips, feeling a little aggrieved, and continued to climb, as if there was something important to her on the stage.
But it is said that in a room where you can't see your fingers, there are several Taishi chairs placed in the room. The room is very quiet. An old man with gray hair and wrinkles on his face is leaning on a crutch made of poplar tree. , sitting on the chair with his eyes closed, motionless.
The old man has a skinny figure and is covered with age spots. He is wearing a black shroud. The bright red and blood-like blessing characters on the shroud are slightly twisted. A coldness permeates the old man's body, and there is a quiet strangeness. spread.
Suddenly the old man opened his eyes, his gray pupils turning slightly:
"Is it finally here? The speed of this messenger is really slow."
The old man murmured to himself, with some complaints in his tone:
"Oh, forget it, now that we are here, that's a good thing, it's okay to go slower."
"Although I have time now There is not much left, but we can still wait until these young people can deliver the letter, that is It's a pity that the young man died."
The old man sighed, his cloudy and gray eyes slightly narrowed:
"But in order to prevent the ghost show from harming the world, it doesn't matter if he is sacrificed. What’s more important, I believe he can understand it.”
"Besides, according to the ability of the descendant, he will not die, he will just lose his freedom. In fact, this is nothing. With this level of strength, it is 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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