Chapter 889: Dance on the Grave

Having guessed what the production team was planning, Ye Wanxi and her companion were speechless.

I really don't know which genius came up with this idea, to recreate the events that happened before someone died at the scene of their death. The level of idiocy in this is no different from going to a rave on someone's grave. It's no wonder something bad happened!

Feng Tianyu received a confused look from his junior sister, his lips twitched slightly, and he decisively distanced himself from her.

"I didn't know about this! If I had known beforehand, I would never have let them do such a mess."

"That is..." Ye Wanxi frowned, feeling that this matter probably had little to do with the master's family. Such a mess, they were probably worried that their ancestors in the underworld would be angered and come back to life.

As if sensing Ye Wanxi's thoughts, Feng Tianyu coughed lightly and tried to defend his uncle's family: "My uncle and his family are probably not that reliable. It's most likely that the program team made their own decisions."

The descendants of the Yang family hope that the program can help them mention the events of that year, so as to remind young people today not to forget that era of war and turmoil, and to cherish everything they have today.

The production team, instead of taking the easy way out, simply recreated the scene, which resulted in a huge mess.

At this point, it's pointless to investigate who came up with the bad idea; the most urgent task is to get there and rescue people.

The director, completely unaware of the terrible trouble he had caused, waited for a long time for the guests who were tied up, but the people who had left did not bring Ye Wanxi and her companion back.

Not only was I getting more and more anxious, but I was also getting colder and colder.

"What's with the wind tonight? It's coming in gusts, and it's especially cold."

"You bet! This wind is chilling me to the bone. I've been to places in the north where it's minus twenty degrees Celsius and snows heavily before, but it wasn't this cold. I checked the weather forecast this morning, and the temperature here was quite high, with no warning of a sudden drop in temperature. How come it's suddenly so... so cold? Achoo!"

The cold seemed to be contagious; as soon as one staff member sneezed, the others couldn't help but start sneezing too.

In an instant, sneezes filled the courtyard.

The guests were surrounded by a group of people, which actually blocked a lot of the wind, so not many of them were noticeably cold.

However, hearing the whistling sound of the cold wind blowing past their ears, everyone couldn't help but feel a chill.

"Brother Jun, don't you feel like something's off about this courtyard? It's really... really creepy?"

Zhao Yun'er secretly snuggled up to Li Guangjun, standing shoulder to shoulder with him, as if only in this way could she gain a sense of security.

Li Guangjun looked grave, clearly sensing that something was amiss. If he weren't still bound by ropes, he would have already pulled Zhao Yun'er into his arms.

Gu Shaoling subconsciously shrank closer to Nie Yuyang, but she always felt that her boyfriend seemed to be colder than her.

Lin Yuxiu had just had a fight with Lian Lifan not long ago. Unlike Gu Shaoling and Zhao Yun'er, she didn't hide around Lian Lifan this time. Instead, she huddled alone to the side, her face slightly pale.

Lian Lifan was in a terrible mood and didn't have the energy to care about her. When he heard Zhao Yun'er's words, he subconsciously thought of Ye Wanxi, and his face darkened. He muttered disdainfully, "Playing tricks."

As soon as Lian Lifan finished speaking, an even stronger gust of cold wind swept by, and the torch in one of the staff members' hands suddenly went out.

Everyone: “!!!”

It should be noted that the torches held by the staff are mostly soaked in kerosene beforehand. Once lit, they are so strong that they cannot be extinguished even with hammering unless they burn out completely.

But now, the torch is extinguished with just a gentle breeze.

If the problem isn't with the torch itself, then it's the wind.

The staff member who had extinguished the torch was so frightened that he threw the torch away. Unexpectedly, the torch hit the ground and burst into flames again.

The sound startled the hearts of the people involved, almost stopping them, and also startled the viewers in the live stream.

[The atmosphere feels a bit eerie. Are those torches special effects, an accident, or were they pre-arranged?]

What's going on? It went from a domestic drama to a disaster movie, and now it's turned into a supernatural film?

[Isn't anyone curious why Ye Wanxi and the others haven't arrived yet? If I remember correctly, Ye Wanxi seems to know some martial arts and is quite good at acting mysteriously. Could it be that the rest of the production crew failed to catch them, and they've come to rescue the other guests? Are they deliberately causing this scene?]

No, no, no, the production team deliberately arranged this grand drama; it's definitely not that simple. I bet what follows is the real power struggle within the family. The first and second wives are fighting amongst themselves, and in their quest for power, the second wife's family doesn't hesitate to hire a group of thieves to kidnap the first wife's family and other members, then murder them to cover their tracks, disguising them as survivors. Wouldn't all the wealth end up in the second wife's family's hands?

[...The person upstairs probably watches too many palace intrigue dramas; they just spout nonsense.]

The viewers in the live stream were inspired by this scene and, because of the announcement released by the production team not long ago, they didn't clamor to call the police like they did when the live stream first started. Instead, they all started predicting what would happen next.

Little did they know, everyone present was even more bewildered than they were.

The director's face stiffened slightly, but he still tried to keep his composure. He gave a dry laugh and scolded, "Look at you, so cowardly. A mere gust of wind scared you like this. You're so timid, yet you try to rob someone. Aren't you ashamed? Hurry up and pick it up."

The staff member looked reluctant, but considering his meager salary, he slowly made his way towards the torch.

Unexpectedly, just as they reached the torches, another gust of cold wind blew in, and this time all the torches in the courtyard were extinguished.

The huge courtyard was suddenly plunged into darkness, with only the faint outlines of some figures visible by the moonlight.

This bizarre scene terrified everyone present, and screams erupted one after another, making the audience break out in a cold sweat. They thought to themselves that the production team was quite good at creating atmosphere, and this scene looked much more exciting than a ghost movie.

"Hand, whose hand? Don't grab me, don't grab me."

"Who grabbed my foot? Waaah, I'm a scaredy-cat, don't scare me. Waaah, Mommy, I want Mommy!"

"Lights! Lights! Lights! Someone light the lights, quick!"

In the darkness, the director felt a hand reaching out to touch him, which startled him so much that he shuddered and screamed for the people nearby to turn on the lights.

In the darkness, the camera could only capture so much footage. Before long, the live stream screen suddenly went black, and nothing could be seen.

What's going on? Did I get disconnected? Is something ghosting?

[What a load of rubbish! Someone obviously ran into the camera. Seriously, didn't these staff members rehearse beforehand? They're so timid, they even broke the camera. This is a live broadcast accident, I wonder if they'll have to pay compensation later?]

[Pfft, what compensation? It's pitch black, you can't even see faces clearly, how are we supposed to know who hit us?]

(End of this chapter)