The old troupe master doesn't know what will happen to the cheating ghost, and he has never heard of it. After all, a troupe that can do such a thing may not have a chance to talk again.

The rest of the theater troupe who clearly committed the taboo, even if they were reluctant, had no choice but to kneel down, and together with the old troupe master, kowtowed to the surroundings of the stage.

There was no surprise on the man's face when he saw this scene.

Immediately after everything was arranged, the old troupe master gathered all the troupe together, and held a meeting for everyone with a very heavy attitude.

Although the old troupe master had never sung a ghost show, the old troupe master's master had sung it before, and after being drunk once, the master also inadvertently mentioned this experience.

The old troupe leader emphasized that everyone who sings on stage cannot wear red, and the red parts on the costumes and props must also be wrapped with white linen.

And whether it is singing or playing scenes, the spear points of the props, as well as the blade, the blade, are not allowed to face the audience, let alone look at the audience.

If... If you really see any extremely terrifying scene, you must also remember that you must not panic, scream, and most importantly, no matter what happens, you are not allowed to stop.

It is a big taboo for a ghost show to stop in the middle of singing. It is rumored that ghosts will appease their resentment when they listen to the play.

There is also the sounding team for the soundtrack, their rules are the same, but there is one more thing, you need to cover your eyes with a white cloth before the ghost show starts, and no matter what happens in the middle, you must never take it off .

"Old leader, what will happen to you?" Someone in the ring group asked in a low voice.

"I don't know." The old class leader shook his head slowly, "But according to what I've heard, maybe during the beating, something will blow cool air into your collar, or something will mix among you, and you will hear the play. There is no sound of instruments in the team."

Hearing this, everyone's faces became very ugly.

"As long as... as long as we don't violate these taboos, nothing will happen, right?" Someone asked, and now the whole theater troupe felt desolate about dying.

Before the old class leader could speak, the man on the side took the lead to answer, "Yes, that's it. As long as you cooperate carefully, after the play is over, all the spectators nearby will leave, and I will never see you again in this life."

But now, no matter how reluctant they are, everyone can only believe the man's words and try their best to sing the ghost show tonight well.

"When does the play start?" Someone asked the man in a bad tone.

The man didn't care, nodded, and replied lightly: "At 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, yin and yang alternate, with the sound of gongs as a sign, the show can start. The ghost show starts, the dead will relieve their grievances, and the living will seek to live."

…

The content in the newspaper was eloquent, and everyone read it for a long time, but the story ended hastily at this point. Du Moyu snatched the newspaper and searched it from left to right, up and down, but there was no follow-up to the story.

"Don't look for it." Jiang Cheng patted him, "There is nothing below."

"That's gone? Isn't this a scam?" Du Moyu couldn't hold back his emotions. The current situation is very similar to the introduction in the newspaper. In front of them is a stage, and the layout on it is all right. .

It is certain that this stage was built by those people back then, and the final survival of this mission is also related to this ghost show.

If they can know the follow-up development of the story, they will find clues next, and they will have more direction.

Unfortunately, there is no if.

"Huh? Look, on the newspaper...why are the words on the newspaper missing?" Du Moyu, who was holding the newspaper, exclaimed.

In fact, what he said was inaccurate, not because the words on it disappeared, but became very blurred, as if they had been wet by water. In short, they could no longer be read.

"This newspaper is weird, and it seems to be a clue to guide us." Xia Meng analyzed, "Recall how much content we saw from the newspaper just now, can a newspaper really record such a rich content? "

Xia Qiang echoed, "That's right, and did you find out that the narrative angles of the stories in the newspaper are also a bit strange, with a wide range of sources, and even...some of them seem to be unfolded from the perspective of the victim. possible…"

Xia Qiang didn't say the rest, but the people who can stand here are not idiots, and they can tell a little bit.

Turning his head and looking at the stage, there is a story to pave the way at this moment, and the stage in Jiangcheng's eyes has become more and more weird at this moment, "At 12 midnight, yin and yang alternate, with the sound of gongs as a sign... Ghost dramas start, dead people relieve their grievances, and living people Seek to live."

He savored these few sentences carefully, especially the last two sentences.

It is not difficult to understand the dead people's grievances. They have proved by personal experience that there are many innocent souls who were burned to death, and even now there are innocent souls posing as teammates and lurking beside them.

It is important for the living to survive. This is clearly said to the living among them, that is to say, when the ghost show is on, that is, when the way of the living is revealed.

But what Jiangcheng couldn't figure out was that at 12 o'clock in the night, ghosts would appear around the stage and come to watch the show, so the living people also rushed over, wouldn't they have collided with ghosts, and would there be a way to survive?

His thoughts were a little confused for a while, and the surrounding scenes also made him uneasy.

Suddenly, a bell rang, which instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Following the sound, I saw a large pendulum clock as tall as a person at a location similar to the reception of a hotel.

The pointer of the pendulum clock just points to the 9 position.

"Nine o'clock." Someone couldn't help but make a sound.

Out of habit, Jiang Cheng immediately took out his phone and adjusted the time.

It seems that this is the time in this world, and there is a high probability that it will be 9 o'clock at night. After all, they have been in this world for a while, and when they look out through the window~lightnovelpub.net~ the street The time seems to be afternoon, close to evening.

"Come and see here!" Zhou Tong stood up from behind the long table at the front desk of the hotel. Looking at his expression, he must have made a new discovery.

When Jiang Cheng walked over, he saw a wooden board embedded in the wall behind the long table. Some nails were evenly distributed on the wooden board, and some keys were scattered here and there on the nails.

The key is copper-colored, giving the impression that it has just been hung here not long ago.

If you look carefully, you can also see the numbers written in black pen on the wooden board. Each key has a corresponding number, presumably it is the room number corresponding to the key.

Jiang Cheng's expression remained the same, but his doubts about Zhou Tong deepened in his heart. The location where the key is kept is quite hidden, and if you don't look carefully, you won't notice it at all.

Zhou Tong is a ghost, she must have her purpose in doing so.

This is the trap.

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