The girl pretended to take out a blank performance sheet and said with a smile, "The first program is Classic Cards. Please come forward and present your wonderful performance if you receive a card."

Dashan had already seen the front of the card, which required her to recreate the scene depicted on the card.

The front design depicts a giant ship in the waves, with its stern almost completely submerged and its bow raised high. Two people stand on the deck, the former with its arms outstretched and the latter with its arms wrapped around the former's waist.

Unfortunately, Xia Chuhe didn't see the front of the card, otherwise she would have recognized it as a classic scene from "Titanic" at a glance.

Da Shan surveyed the stage. Apart from the little girl, she was the only one on stage. How could she recreate a scene that required two people? Moreover, simply recreating the scene wasn't enough; she also had to make the ghosts in the audience laugh.

The challenge didn't give Da Shan time to think. Where Da Shan stood, the wooden floor of the stage suddenly cracked, revealing the bow of a giant ship.

The bow of the boat suddenly rose up, causing Dashan to stumble and fall to the ground unexpectedly.

"Haha." Scattered laughter rose from below the stage, and the decibel meter in the air flickered faintly.

Now that the stage had been set up, Da Shan didn't hesitate. He got up, supported himself on the deck, walked to the bow of the ship, and opened his arms.

The next second, she felt a weight on her back.

The little girl jumped onto her back, wrapped her arms around her neck, and whispered in her ear, "Sister...why aren't you dead yet?"

Da Shan's eyes flickered.

Two ropes quietly descended from above the stage, with iron hooks hanging from the ends. When the hooks reached the top of the mountain, the girl suddenly let go of her hands, leaned back, and created a gap between her and the mountain.

The iron hooks, as if alive, burrowed into the crevices and embedded themselves deep into the mountain ridge.

Da Shan was in so much pain that she was covered in cold sweat, but she couldn't make a sound as a merciless iron hand coldly covered her lips.

This incredibly strong hand came from behind her, from the girl who had just struggled to even push the box.

Xia Chuhe watched this scene coldly from below the stage.

She couldn't tell if the girl meant well or badly. If she meant well, why did she let the iron hook catch the mountain? Why did she recommend such a dangerous card to the mountain? Were other items more dangerous than the card? But if the girl meant badly, why did she cover the mountain's mouth and help him follow rule one and remain silent?

Xia Chuhe didn't understand.

On the stage, an iron hook snagged on the mountain's shoulder blade and began to pull her upward.

Fresh blood dripped down the mountain's back onto the deck, blooming into several delicate red flowers.

Cheers erupted from the audience, and the decibel meter lit up again.

When the mountain was hoisted high into the air, the cheers reached their highest point since the start of the event, and the decibel meter broke through the yellow and turned red.

Under the red light, Xia Chuhe could vaguely see a huge human figure emerging from the sky.

A flash of red light disappeared, the iron hook vanished, and the mountain was slammed down, just like the laughter of the audience, abruptly cut off.

The girl released Da Shan's neck, casually patted her blood-stained chest, and whispered, "Sister is injured, what a pity..."

"Don't be afraid, sister, I'll sew you up."

As the girl spoke, she tore open the tattered clothes on Dashan's back, magically produced a needle and thread, and stitched up Dashan's wound.

Her hands had a magical power; after the wound was stitched up, the bleeding stopped.

A smiling puppet hidden behind the curtain came out and dragged the mountain to the back of the stage.

The girl continued to act as the host, announcing the program: "It seems the last performer's program didn't satisfy everyone. Will the next one be better? Please welcome the tap dancers to the stage."

Tap dancer?

Me?

Amidst self-doubt, Mo Yun was propelled onto the stage by a gentle force.

Mo Yun: What am I supposed to do? Dance?

The dancing shoes slipped from his hands and landed neatly at his feet, inviting him to put them on and dance to his heart's content.

Intuition told Mo Yun that these shoes were dangerous. After thinking for a moment, he first bowed to the ghosts below the stage as a sign of courtesy.

As he straightened up, the dancing shoes couldn't wait any longer and eagerly crept up to his feet, wanting him to put them on.

Mo Yun acted faster than he thought. Before he could figure out what was going on, he had already taken off running on the stage.

Pink ballet shoes with teeth clattered and smacked the floor as they chased after Mo Yun, making some audience members laugh at Mo Yun's disheveled escape.

Mo Yun ran around the stage once. On the second lap, he didn't notice the teeth marks left on the floor by his dance shoes, tripped, and almost fell.

Seizing the opportunity, the stage leaped and landed at Mo Yun's feet.

Mo Yun was so frightened that he tried to pull off his dancing shoes, but the shoes seemed to have a mind of their own and started spinning and jumping with him.

With her back bent, Mo Yun lost her balance due to the pull of her dance shoes, and rolled around in circles on the stage.

The audience roared with laughter again, and Xia Chuhe saw the figure on the sky once more. The figure appeared to be a long-haired woman asleep…

When the dance shoes got tired, he stopped dancing for a while. Mo Yun was already dizzy and bruised from the fall, but he still remembered to take off his shoes.

Mo Yun fumbled for his shoes, then suddenly screamed and blood flowed from his seven orifices.

He touched the teeth of the ballet shoe and was bitten hard.

Having tasted blood, the dancing shoes were no longer content with simply throwing their owner around; instead, they tried to crawl through the shoe's surface and gnaw at Mo Yun's soles.

With tears streaming down his face, Mo Yun struggled to crawl towards the curtain, writing down his confession to alleviate the bleeding from his seven orifices. At the same time, he kicked his feet together, hoping the teeth on his shoes would gnaw at each other and spare his poor feet.

The two shoes started fighting, and the audience below the stage stopped laughing.

As the shoes were being played, a tooth from one of them suddenly broke off and was thrown into the chaos of the "battle," ending up in the hands of an audience member in the first row below the stage.

The audience member who received the tooth suddenly stood up, his face contorted in a ferocious expression, and charged toward the stage. Several other audience members nearby also started yelling, and the decibel meter lit up again.

Before the audience could rush onto the stage, the laughing puppet suddenly appeared, restrained the audience, pushed them back into place, and took away their teeth.

Xia Chuhe keenly observed that after the audience member sat down, thin threads bound his legs, fixing him to the seat.

On the stage, the two shoes, tired from playing, finally stopped.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Mo Yun took off his shoes and leaned against the curtain, panting heavily. The soles of his original shoes had been bitten through, and the broken parts were stained with blood, indicating that his foot was seriously injured.

The smiling doll picked up the shoe and silently put the teeth back in.

The girl gently squatted down in front of Mo Yun, touched his head and feet, and looked at him with pity: "Poor thing, how did you fall like this? Let me treat you."

As the girl stroked him, the bump on Mo Yun's head gradually shrank, and the bleeding from his feet stopped.

"Alright, please welcome the next performer, the Balloon Master."