Chapter 102 Nan Chengcheng's sudden success makes the young marshal feel a sense of crisis.
Some people even started coughing, as if thick smoke was coming in.
"It's over, it's over. Those who were burned to death half a year ago are here to take their lives. We are all dead!" An old woman slapped her thigh and cried.
Jing Junzhuo hurriedly said, "Miss Nan, please help everyone."
Nan Chengcheng's Qiankun bag was filled with a pearl handbag. She reached into the bag and took out a dark-colored ancient flute.
When everyone was in a panic, she picked up the flute and started playing it calmly.
The sound of the flute is like heavenly music and moves people's hearts.
The whole place gradually quieted down, Nan Chenglong seemed to have come back to his senses and stopped bowing, and the fire outside the window subsided.
All the people who were possessed by evil spirits in the field came back to life.
Everyone's eyes were on the woman who was walking towards the stage while playing the flute.
The woman was young and beautiful beyond words, her eyes gleaming with a cold light amidst the dark red surroundings. At this moment, she was controlling all this by playing the ancient flute, like a goddess descending from heaven.
After the song ended, Nan Chengcheng put away the ancient flute, a hidden light flashed in his eyes, and he said calmly, "Don't panic, everyone, we are all surrounded by a ghost wall.
The ghosts that surround us are unusual and difficult to deal with, but the sound of my ancient flute can temporarily suppress all the ghosts.
If we want to resolve this matter thoroughly, we must first find the person who caused it."
The reporters at the back trotted to the front of the stage and looked at Nan Chengcheng eagerly.
"Miss, can the flute ward off ghosts?" asked a reporter.
Nan Chengcheng said, "Of course not. My ancient flute was passed down by our ancestor of the Xuanmen sect. Many years ago, when our ancestor's flute sounded, hundreds of ghosts obeyed his orders."
The reporters immediately took a photo of Nan Chengcheng.
Nan Chengcheng frowned, "Don't take pictures for now. Ghosts hate flashes the most. If we disturb them again, we'll be in trouble."
"Miss, what do you mean by 'the person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it'?" asked a clerk.
Nan Chengcheng glanced at the crowd and said, "Staff members of this restaurant, anyone who has experienced anything strange in the past six months, please come out immediately.
You are the ones who are at the center of this incident. If you don't stand up, you will not only kill yourselves, but also everyone in the scene."
After a while, several waitresses and two chefs from the kitchen slowly stood up.
There were six people in total, four women and two men.
"Tell me, what strange things have happened to you recently?" Nan Chengcheng asked.
A chef said, "When I'm cooking, I always hear women crying. When I go to sleep at night, I always feel like there's a huge rock pressing on my chest."
One waitress said, "I was sleeping in the attic and woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. When I opened my eyes, the room was full of ancient soldiers, staring at me with angry eyes. It was so scary, I almost suffocated to death."
"I, I sleepwalk. I often sit unconscious by the attic window in the middle of the night. Sometimes I even hurt myself, banging my head against the glass until it bleeds, but I still sit there until dawn.
When someone calls me, I smile at them strangely. This is what the little sister who lives with me told me. "
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When the guests in the audience heard this, someone said, "This restaurant caught fire and killed people half a year ago. Maybe those people became ghosts and are here to take revenge?"
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