It is even very possible that the so-called live performance is fake, and the people being brutally killed in a strange way on stage is the real show!
All the living people in the house, including Lin Fan and the other two, are consumables of the show!
So, it doesn’t matter whether you practice or not; it doesn’t even matter whether you please the guests or not.
Because from the very beginning, Lin Fan had made up his mind not to be a monkey for weird entertainment.
Before the real test of the ghost comes, there is no need to put extra energy on meaningless things.
So, he calmed himself down and looked up at the two strange pets.
Woof!
Dog Eighteen straightened his body, his fighting spirit high. "Boss, your command is mine. Your loyal licking dog is always ready!"
Meow!
Cat Baiwan shuddered and also stood still, "Don't worry, Boss, I'll be at your service!"
"I have something to tell you."
Lin Fan informed the two strange pets of the follow-up plan in detail.
…
Outside the Huihun Theater.
There are many strange things going on, but there is a constant stream of people coming and going. It can be seen that the business is good.
The old lady stood strangely at the edge of the door, smiling kindly and greeting the visitor in a strange way.
Then the waiter was busy leading us into the theater and taking our seats.
At this moment, a cat and a dog appeared at the main door, walking in with arrogant steps that showed they didn't care about anyone.
"Aren't you... that kid's strange pet?"
The old lady took a closer look, then lost interest instantly. She waved her hand wantonly, "Stay away. I'll give you some leftover food from the other guests later."
"Really? You're such a creep!"
Dog Eighteen smiled, wagged his tail, and raised his index finger.
Mao Baiwan frowned, slapped it directly, and scolded it, "You are embarrassing the dog!"
After saying that, it grabbed a stack of ghost money with its cat claws, jumped high, and slapped the ghost money on the old lady's weird face.
The old lady paused strangely, anger rising in her eyes.
Then he touched the ghost money stuck to his face, which was a thick stack of ten thousand yuan, and his anger instantly turned into joy.
"Mr. Cat, Mr. Dog, please come in!"
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