Mysterious Resurrection: Seize the Artifact

Chapter 175 The Jiangnan trick (3)

On the stage, the red show is good at dancing, and the four big characters "Guests from all directions" are hideous and strange on the high-hanging plaque. The red lanterns hanging on both sides of the plaque shake slightly with the melodious and ghostly opera sound.

The eyes of the young man in Tang suit moved slightly. On the stage, five ghosts dressed in Huadan Xiaosheng with opera scores on their faces were twisting their bodies stiffly. The five ghosts were turning back and forth on the stage, and the sound of opera came from nowhere.

"There's something wrong, why are all five female roles?"

The young man in Tang suit looked solemnly at the actors on the stage, and muttered to himself:

"It shouldn't be. Didn't Grandpa say that in a normal play, the five roles of Sheng, Dan, Jing, Mo, and Chou should be performed, even if not all of them, they should account for three or two of them. It’s not like it’s all one corner now.”

Staring at the five dan roles 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 didn't matter anymore.

The young man in Tang suit thought to himself, judging from the current situation, it is very likely that someone broke some rules, otherwise such non-compliance would not have happened.

And the person who broke the rules was probably the ruthless person who demolished the ghost 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 the rules, and its rules cannot be broken if you want to. Without a little 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 of the stage forcefully, then it means that some of the rules said by the old man will be wrong. If this is the case, then I may be in trouble next time."

"When the rules are broken, it means that the rules of ghost shows will change, and the rules of action of ghosts will no longer be restricted by the stage, which also means that ghost shows 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 the sound of a heavy object came to mind, the young man in Tang suit looked in the direction where the sound came from, and after seeing clearly what happened, his expression changed slightly, and there was some incredulity in his eyes:

"Is this dead? That's impossible. According to the rules, as long as people sit on the red stool and start listening to the show, they won't be attacked by ghosts."

Not far from the youth, a woman with disheveled hair, sallow skin, and dull eyes fell to the ground without any warning. After the woman fell to the ground, her skin quickly began to turn grayish white and purple, but within less than a breath In a short time, the woman turned into a pile of black ashes.

Looking at the situation, it was obvious that he was attacked by a ghost. Seeing the scene of this treacherous man returning, the pupils of the young man in Tang suit shrank:
"The rules have changed. Li Gui is no longer bound by the stage, and has started to kill people according to his own rules of action."

And as the woman was attacked by the ghost, it seemed as if a chain reaction had taken place, and people were continuously uploaded from the stool to the ground for a while, just like the woman before, her skin quickly turned gray, white, and black. In a breath, it turned into a pile of ashes, and then melted into the loess underground.

At this very moment, the originally melodious and whining opera accent suddenly became sharp and piercing. Hearing the opera opera near his ear, the face of the young man in Tang suit changed immediately, and his pupils dilated slightly:
"Ghost summons soul, this is ghost summons soul!"

Looking at the people around him who kept falling to the ground and dying, the young man in Tang suit had an ugly face:
"It's over, the rules have been broken to this point, and even ghost shows have started to kill people indiscriminately."

Listening to the sharp and piercing opera voice in his ears, and watching the people around him who kept falling to the ground and dying, he gradually realized something was wrong. It would mean that even the people around him kept dying and disappearing. None of the screamers.

The young people in Tang suits could clearly see that even though these people's faces were terrified, and some of them even burst into tears, none of these people wanted to cry, and some of them even covered their groin with their hands. Mouth, so that you will not make a sound out of fear.

When seeing this scene, the pupils of the young man in Tang suit trembled, and he vaguely guessed what was going on in his heart. According to their performance, this did not seem to be the first time.

"How did the rules get broken for this to happen." The corner of the Tang suit youth's mouth twitched, a little confused.

The blood moon was in the sky above the sky, and the sound of the opera was ringing around everyone's ears, piercing and piercing. People around died one by one, but no one cried out, even if they were afraid, no one did it because they saw someone It was because I couldn't bear the fear in my heart that I made a sound.

They clearly saw that at the moment that person burst into tears out of fear, his head was torn apart, brains and blood splashed everywhere, and some even splashed onto the faces and bodies of some people .

And these people who were sprayed 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 brains that were sprayed on their faces.

Despair is spreading in the air, and it is not that no one has tried to stand up and escape, but without exception, there is only one end for them, death!
When a scene is not over, if you get up and leave the scene, there is usually only one end, and that is death. This is a ghost show, not a human show, and it's not that you come and go 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 in his hand was slightly lowered.

He is waiting, waiting for the end of the scene, and only after the end of the scene can he leave.

However, in the depths of the troupe's backstage, in a dark hall, a blood-red coffin quietly stopped in the middle of the hall, and a nail entwined with blood was inserted into the coffin.

Strange blood was constantly pouring back and forth on this nail, and the two arm-thick white wax on both sides of the coffin were burning rapidly, and the cold candlelight shrouded the red coffin, strange and ominous.

As time slowly passed, the burning speed of the candles began to increase slowly, and the cold candlelight danced on the coffin, click, click, click, and the harsh sound of friction suddenly sounded in the coffin, in this quiet hall It looks very abrupt.

At the moment when this voice appeared, a strange scene happened. The coffin nail inserted into the coffin surrounded by blood started to disappear into the coffin bit by bit.

The speed was very slow, but with the violent beating of the candlelight, the speed at which the coffin nail sank into the red coffin was slowly accelerating, as if something in the coffin was pulling the coffin nail.

At the same time, the three young men of Yin Yin also came to the stage. The faces of the three were a little tired, but when they saw the scene in front of the stage, the pupils of the three shrank slightly, and they subconsciously stepped back. Some panic.

The shadowy young man looked at those ordinary people who kept falling to the ground and turned into a pile of ashes with an ugly expression, and said in his heart that he was not afraid, it was a lie.

The opera accent that keeps ringing around your ears is sharp and ear-piercing, as if someone keeps cutting the glass with a knife in front of you, it's creepy and your scalp is numb.

And at this moment, three crimson stools suddenly appeared in front of the young man Yin and the others. Looking at the three red stools that suddenly appeared, the young man had a gloomy expression.

"Here, is this going to let us sit and listen to the play?"

The woman looked at the plain red stool and said with a trembling voice.

Hearing the trembling voice of the woman, the Yinyi youth and Cheng Yu fell silent and didn't speak. Anyone with a discerning eye could see this kind of thing. If they weren't asked to sit down and listen to the show, then what was the significance of the appearance of these red stools?
Is it because it's too hard to watch them travel and let them rest?No kidding, it's just not possible.

"It's impossible to sit down. You can see what happened to those people. Once we sit up, something will happen."

Cheng Yu looked at those ordinary people who kept dying, and said with fear in his eyes.

The shadowy young man nodded, noncommittal to Cheng Yu's words, observing those with terrified expressions, covering his mouth or making a sound like an ordinary person, he knew that today he could sit and listen to the play whatever he said.

Thinking of this, the Yinyi youth looked at the other two, paying attention to their expressions, the strange and piercing voice still echoed in his ears, and looked at the five fierce ghosts on the stage in costumes and facial makeup, The shadowy youth gritted his teeth:

"We can't waste time here this time. I don't know the horror here. I just know some taboos in the backstage. I'm not sure what will happen here, so we can't sit down and listen to the show like those people. Wait to die."

As he spoke, he took out a small box from his pocket, and opened the box with a painful expression on his face. Inside the box were five clay puppets covered in pitch black with hideous expressions.

The clay puppets were not big, only the size of a palm. The young man in Yinyi took out three clay puppets from the box with distress, kept one for himself, and handed the rest to Cheng Yu and the others one by one.

"This is a ghost puppet. Its function is to replace the master to resist the ghost, which is commonly known as a substitute death. You only need to smear a drop of your own blood on the face of the clay puppet."

"But this thing has a flaw, that is, these ghost puppets can only be used once, which is equivalent to a disposable product. After these ghost puppets die instead of us, these ghost puppets will directly recover."

The shadowy youth closed the box again, put it back in his pocket, held the phantom in his hand, and continued with a dignified expression:
"Just use this ghost thing instead of listening to the show for us."

Cheng Yu and the woman looked at the ghost puppet in their hands, their expressions fluctuated, and they looked up at the shadowy young man, their eyes were full of surprise, they didn't expect him to have such a good thing on him.

If it wasn't because they couldn't listen to the show here, wasting time, and gambling their lives, they knew that he wouldn't be willing to take out such a good thing.

This kind of good thing that can replace death is not so good. Although this thing cannot be reused, it is enough to replace death once.

The two didn't speak, just kept silent, blood was smeared on the hideous face of the puppet, the shadowy young man watched their movements, didn't say anything, just put the puppet smeared with his own blood on it with a bit of toothache. on the red stool.

Cheng Yu and the other two did the same thing. The moment their ghost puppets were placed on the red stool, the ghost puppets suddenly began to struggle violently, but the red stool only trembled slightly, and the ghost puppets stopped struggling and fell directly into the dead silence.

At this moment, the three red stools with the three ghost puppets disappeared directly in front of the three of them, without any warning, just like that.

Looking at the three red stools that disappeared, the shadowy youth breathed a sigh of relief:

"it works."

The blood moon was hanging down on the sky, and the three of the shadowy youths walked directly 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 the delay, the more dangerous we will be." The shadowy youth said with a solemn expression.

Cheng Yu and the two of them didn't answer, they just followed behind silently, walked around the auditorium without making a sound, and the three of them passed the stage, as they passed the stage.

Seeing a little girl in a black windbreaker climbing towards the stage, seeing the little girl struggling, it was obvious that climbing up the stage was not an easy task for her.

The three of them didn't care about the pretty little girl, they just lowered their heads and walked past the little girl, walking quickly towards the backstage entrance.

And the little girl also found these three weird people, turned her head to look at them, blinked her big moist eyes, there was something strange in her eyes, but it was just strange, watching them hurried into the backstage , the little girl also looked back.

Looking up at the stage which was very high for her, she curled her mouth, 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, a few grandmaster chairs are placed in the room. The room is very quiet. An old man with gray hair and wrinkled face leans on a walking stick made of poplar, sits with his eyes closed. In the chair, motionless.

The old man was thin and thin, his skin was full of age spots, and he was wearing a black shroud. The blood-red blessing characters on the shroud were slightly distorted. The old man was filled with coldness, and the strangeness spread quietly.

Suddenly the old man opened his eyes, his gray pupils turning slightly:

"Is it finally here? The speed of this courier is really slow."

The old man muttered to himself, with some complaints in his tone:
"Oh, forget it, since it's here, it's a good thing, it's okay to be slower."

"Although I don't have much time now, it's still possible for these juniors to deliver the letter. It's a pity for that junior."

The old man sighed, his cloudy gray eyes narrowed slightly:

"However, in order to prevent the ghost show from harming the world, it's okay to sacrifice him, whichever is more important, I believe he is understandable."

"Besides, according to the ability of the young man, he won't die, he just loses his freedom. In fact, it's nothing. With this level of strength, it's a pity not to do something for ordinary people."

The old man muttered to himself, very calmly, closed his eyes again, and waited silently for death:

"Now I'm waiting for them to deliver the letter, so that this supernatural incident will be resolved, and I can sleep in peace."

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