"Could it be... that the ashes floating in the sky are the ghost money burning in the brazier?" someone solemnly stated their judgment.
By this time, the ashes had already fallen.
Although no one knows what the ashes of the paper are for, no one wants to get them on them.
The crowd kept blowing and fanning, trying to get rid of the ashes, but the ashes seemed to be completely unaffected by the airflow and fell straight down.
Finally, the first ash fell on a person, and the moment it touched the skin, a shrill scream rang out.
"ah!!"
A large hole had been burned into the man's arm!
Everyone's expression changed instantly. If the ashes fell on them, wouldn't they be burned alive?!
"Ahh!"
My face!
Screams rang out continuously, and bursts of flame erupted from the bodies of the crowd.
Xiao Chuxia's hair was burned to a crisp, causing the usually beautiful girl to let out a shrill scream as she desperately waved her arms, mainly to cover her face, fearing disfigurement.
Even though her slender arms were burned with bloody holes, she still endured the pain and desperately covered her face.
Her love of beauty endowed her with a strong ability to endure pain.
Everyone ran for their lives, no one dared to stop, desperately trying to find a room to hide in.
Fang Xiu moved nimbly through the ashes. At this time, there were many gaps between the ashes, giving him enough room to move. However, as time went on, there were more and more ashes, and even he would not be able to escape them.
Ashes fell on his shoulder, instantly turning it into a bloody mess. Intense pain shot through him, but Fang Xiu's expression remained calm, showing no change whatsoever.
This pain was nothing to him.
Fortunately, the house wasn't too far away, and in just a few dozen seconds, everyone rushed inside.
The house was very spacious, and the surrounding area was shrouded in darkness, making it difficult to see the way ahead; the visibility was less than a meter.
Once inside, the group paid no attention to their surroundings, grimacing and some even screaming in pain.
For example, Xiao Chuxia burst into tears.
"Waaaaah... My hair!"
Xiao Chuxia's once cascading long hair had been turned into a mess, with patches of burnt hair and even the top of her head was scorched by ash, turning her hair into a bald patch.
For someone who always loved beauty, this was worse than death.
But there are many people in worse condition than her. The worst one was completely disfigured, his face was charred, one of his eyeballs had melted away, his lips had disappeared, and his white teeth were exposed.
Fang Xiu and Yang Ming were in the best form.
Fang Xiu was the first to rush into the house because of his strong physical abilities, so he was less burned by the ashes.
Yang Ming, however, had a sudden inspiration. He picked up the brazier, put it on his head, and rushed in with the brazier on his head.
The ashes, which could burn everything, could not harm the brazier in the slightest.
Just as everyone was still in shock, a strange opera singing sound suddenly rang out from the dark room!
The mournful opera singing drifted through the darkness.
Upon hearing the opera singing, everyone felt dizzy and disoriented, almost losing their balance.
"Strange! There's something strange here too!"
Some people screamed in panic, their mental defenses on the verge of collapse. Ever since entering the Zhou mansion, no matter where they went, they always encountered strange things, all kinds of strange things, making them exhausted and unable to catch their breath.
This sense of despair is different from what they felt at the burial ground, where at least they had the power to resist and could fight to the death even when they were cornered.
But in the Zhou residence, all power was lost, and resistance would only be futile; it seemed that the only thing they could do was to escape.
The stronger a person is, the harder it is for them to accept this psychological gap.
Just like if you lose your job while earning a monthly salary of 3,000, you might be sad for a while, but then you can always find another job.
But if you have assets worth over 100 million and go bankrupt, the psychological gap is enough to make someone jump off a building.
This is the mindset of everyone right now. If they were only first-level spirit masters, they could accept this situation more easily.
After all, even a first-tier spirit master is often exhausted from dealing with strange entities.
However, everyone was at least at the fourth rank, with some even at the peak of the fourth rank or the fifth rank. They were used to solving everything with power, and once they lost their power, those with poor mental fortitude performed worse than first-rank spirit masters.
Just as everyone was panicking, the opera singing grew louder and louder, and everyone's consciousness became increasingly blurred. They even began to lose control of their bodies and started walking towards the source of the opera singing.
The crowd was horrified and immediately slapped themselves in the face. Some even started banging their heads against the wall, trying to use the pain to counteract the opera singing.
But it was all in vain.
The opera singing grew louder and louder, and it was foreseeable that if this continued, everyone would be controlled by the opera singing and become puppets.
"It's over! We're doomed. Outside is ashes, inside are eerie chants. Death is inevitable, inside and out!"
At this moment, Yang Ming's calm voice rang out: "Quiet down, everyone. What's there to panic about in this little situation?"
Just when everyone thought he had a solution, Yang Ming turned to Fang Xiu, grinning broadly, "Brother Xiu, what should we do now?"
"Let's go." Fang Xiu replied with just one word, and then walked straight toward the source of the opera singing.
Yang Ming was overjoyed and followed without hesitation, as did Li Xiaoru and the others.
Only Lu Ziming and the others at the burial site looked at each other in bewilderment.
Despite being so far away, already almost drowning out the opera singing, they now not only don't avoid it, but head straight for the source of the sound.
Fang Xiu's actions were seen by everyone as tantamount to suicide.
Lu Ziming's eyes flickered, and without much hesitation, he followed. He guessed that Fang Xiu must know many secrets of the Zhou family.
Others ultimately made the same choice.
In fact, Lu Ziming's guess was correct. Fang Xiu did know that the source of the opera singing had already been found out from the pawnshop.
Since they could get unlimited freebies, they naturally wanted to inquire about all the information about the Zhou family.
Aside from the core area where the Forbidden Heart of Ghosts is located, where intelligence cannot be obtained through pawnshops, there is nothing in the Zhou family that he does not know.
The group headed straight for the source of the sound, but the opera singing grew louder and louder, and the effects on them became more and more severe, with some even experiencing hallucinations.
Suddenly, everyone noticed a bright light in the distance.
In the light, a dilapidated five-meter square stage stood quietly, and below the stage were rows of red-lacquered armchairs.
Only then did everyone realize that the room they were in was actually a grand theater.
Upon seeing the eerie stage, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.
On the stage, two strange humanoid figures dressed in opera costumes were performing. One had a black face and the other a white face. Their faces were stiff, but the opera music was mournful and beautiful.
Below the stage, on those red-lacquered chairs, sat a dozen or so corpse-like figures, listening to the opera without moving.
Upon witnessing this bizarre scene, everyone felt their hair stand on end.
The eerie atmosphere emanating from the stage sent chills down one's spine.
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