"A ghost...a ghost is watching a play!?"
"Wait a minute, have you noticed that this looks like a funeral ceremony from a bygone era? Along the way, there are white lanterns with the character '奠' (meaning 'offering' or 'mourning') written on them, mummified corpses dressed in mourning clothes burning paper money, and now there's even a theatrical troupe!"
In the past, when a wealthy family died, they would usually hire an opera troupe to perform for several days straight!
"Could it be that someone died in the Zhou family, and these strange occurrences are part of a memorial service?" someone suggested, making an absurd guess.
But only Fang Xiu knew in his heart that this guess was closest to the truth.
According to the information provided by the pawnshop, the Zhou family was indeed holding a funeral, and the reason why the burial site was called the burial site was also related to the deceased.
Burial ground, place of burial.
Who is the deceased?
Zhou Qingfeng!
However, there is a problem: Zhou Qingfeng's body was clearly buried in the cemetery at the fourth station of the Ghost Train.
Could it be that the person who died in the Zhou residence wasn't Zhou Qingfeng?
All of this is still unknown and needs to be investigated.
Fang Xiu suppressed his thoughts, walked straight to the red lacquered chair, and casually found an empty seat to sit down.
This move shocked everyone.
Is this...is this for watching a traditional opera?
Seeing this, Yang Ming and the others did not hesitate at all, and directly imitated Fang Xiu's actions, found seats, and then sat down to listen to the opera.
If they hesitate for even a second, it is disrespectful to the prophet.
Next up was Lu Ziming, who quickly chose a seat and sat down.
People have a herd mentality, especially a tendency to follow authority figures.
The remaining people hurried to find seats, but there weren't enough red-lacquered chairs available.
After everyone sat down, they discovered that there was still one person from the burial site standing there.
The people standing there panicked.
"Get out of the way! Give me your seat!"
"You're dreaming!"
Those standing began scrambling for seats, and it looked like the two were about to fight. Just then, the eerie opera singing on the stage grew louder and louder.
The person standing there instantly lost focus, as if he had lost his soul, and stood there blankly.
Then, as if receiving an order, he stiffly walked step by step toward the stage.
Everyone looked at the bizarre scene before them, feeling both panicked and relieved.
It turns out that the most dangerous place is also the safest place.
Only those who sit on red-lacquered chairs and listen to opera can survive; those who stand will be controlled.
They watched helplessly as the man walked onto the stage, his burial clothes miraculously transforming into theatrical costumes, and then he uncontrollably knelt before the guillotine.
The black-faced actor in the opera costume stepped forward stiffly, then grabbed the dog-head guillotine and began chanting incomprehensible operatic tunes.
There was a click.
With a swift stroke, the knife fell!
A head fell to the ground, and blood gushed out.
The person sitting in the front row was sprayed with blood all over their face.
The sight of witnessing one's companion die is terrifying, with the fear that one could be next.
However, the costumed character did not make any further moves and continued performing.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but they soon realized something was wrong.
My body... I can't move!
The red lacquered chair acted like a magnet, firmly attracting everyone to it, so that no one could even move a finger.
The only part of its body that can move is its eyes.
The opera singing continued.
As time ticked by, everyone's hearts sank lower and lower.
How much longer do we have to listen?
Does this mean I have to sit on that red-lacquered chair until I die?
About an hour later, the two black-and-white costumed ghosts on stage finally made a new move.
They stopped performing and bowed gracefully to the crowd as if taking their final bow.
He then walked down from the stage step by step and approached the crowd.
Suddenly, they stopped in front of the first person and stretched out two withered hands, one black and one white.
This person was Wen Jinglong.
Because Wen Jinglong has difficulty walking, he was almost the last to choose a seat, and at that time only the first seat in the first row was still empty.
Therefore, if you are slow at one step, you will be slow at every step.
Wen Jinglong broke out in a cold sweat as he looked at the two eerie creatures so close to him.
He was about to curse out loud: Why am I always the one who gets unlucky?!
The situation reached a stalemate. He struggled desperately, trying to escape, but then he was stunned.
"You can move now?"
He stared in disbelief at his raised hand, then overjoyed and tried to run away, only to find that he could only move his hands.
"Damn it! What on earth is going on!" A chilling and eerie aura swept over him, making him increasingly anxious and panicked.
“They’re asking for a reward,” Fang Xiu’s calm voice rang out.
"tips?!"
"You can't listen to ghost stories for free; you have to give them ghost money."
Wen Jinglong grew increasingly agitated: "Where can we find ghost money now?!"
"Brother Xiu, what would happen if we didn't get a reward?" Yang Ming asked curiously.
"It's very simple. The costume ghost will think that he sang badly, so he will go back on stage and continue singing until you are satisfied."
Yang Ming was taken aback, clearly not expecting the costume ghost to be so honest. After all, if it were a regular ghost, they would have scattered your ashes on the spot if you didn't pay.
Even this costume charlatan knows to look for the cause within himself.
"This costume is actually quite strangely nice~"
"What a load of rubbish!" Li Xiaoru cursed. "If you don't give them money, they'll keep singing, and you'll never be able to leave this broken chair; you'll be sitting here until you die!"
Yang Ming belatedly realized what was happening, and his expression changed drastically: "Isn't this a case of forced buying and selling? They won't let us leave without paying?"
At this moment, the two costumed figures moved strangely. Perhaps because Wen Jinglong was delaying in paying, they moved on to the next person and then extended two palms, one black and one white.
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