"This seems to be... a stage play." Tang Shirou, who came in, said in a low voice, "I used to rehearse with people from the art school in the school art troupe. The sketches drawn by their teacher are a little bit like this. ."

　　

　　 "The script?" You Qi asked, staring.

　　

　　 Anxuan put away the paper, looked up at the middle-aged woman, and asked: "The young master's play only needs a few of us, or does everyone have to go?"

　　

"all."

　　

　　 "Do everyone have a copy of this?" An Xuan motioned to the paper in his hand and said.

　　

　　 "No." The middle-aged woman shook her head, "After you finish reading, I will show it to the doctors in the other two wing rooms."

　　

　　As soon as the voice fell, the middle-aged woman stretched out her hand, obviously asking for the paper back.

　　

　　 An Xuan smiled, and said in a very respectful tone: "Do you think this is good? It's not a problem for you to run again. I will inform them of the matter on this paper."

　　

　　The middle-aged woman stared at him indifferently. After a while, she asked: "Then can you guarantee that they will all participate?"

　　

　　 nodded, An Xuan replied, "I promise."

　　

　　 "Three shifts," the middle-aged woman announced in her usual tone: "With the sound of drums as a sign, doctors, please be prepared for the young master's request and gather at the platform by the lake."

　　

　　 "You can go to eat later, in the pavilion by the lake. The food has been prepared for you. The objects used for acting are placed near the pavilion, don't forget."

　　

　　 "Don't worry." An Xuan replied.

　　

　　The middle-aged woman looked at An Xuan a few more times, then turned and left, just like before. The woman's footsteps looked slow, but the speed was so fast that she disappeared in the blink of an eye.

　　

　　 Acting...

　　

　　 "Listening to the drama is scary enough, but this time we are going to act?" You Qi's head is big, "Who is acting with? Ghost?"

　　

　　 Tang Shirou, who was already terrified, lost her legs when she heard that, she was attracted by the weirdness in the painting just a few hours later, she was going to act with the young master Huang again.

　　

　　 "Brother You." An Xuan turned around and said in an unquestionable tone: "If you don't want to go, no one will force you."

　　

　　 Yuki stopped talking and stopped talking.

　　

　　 He originally complained a few words, but he still held his mind clearly. If you go there, something will happen, but if you don't go, it will definitely happen, and there is this strange painting in the room that you can see if you look at it.

　　

　　 "Mr. An." Qin Jian was more polite to An Xuan. He looked at the paper in An Xuan's hand and asked tentatively: "Are we...are we going to inform others?"

　　

　　 An Xuan turned his head, looked at Qin Jian for a few seconds, and suddenly smiled: "What the old Mr. Qin said, everyone is a poor person involved in a nightmare, and helping each other is the most basic."

　　

　　 Qin Jian was stunned for a moment, and consciously failed to speak, and hurriedly defended and said: "It was me who failed to speak. I mean...what time do you think we should go?"

　　

　　 "Let's do it now." Holding the paper tightly in his hand, An Xuan said without hesitation: "It is better to inform others as soon as possible, so that everyone can prepare early."

　　

　　 "Mr. Ann makes sense," Tang Shirou echoed, "Everyone can think of a better way together."

　　

　　 For Tang Shirou's words, Qin Jian and You Qi didn't even bother to make superficial skills.

　　

　　 After closing the door, An Xuan and his party walked to the wing room of Zuo Jing and others, but before they knocked on the door, the door opened by itself. Shi Liao Zhi's chicken coop-like yellow hair was very conspicuous.

　　

　　 "What's the matter?" Zuo Jing beside him asked.

　　

Obviously, they had seen the middle-aged woman come to their room just now, so they were ready.

　　

　　 "I'm going to be filming at night." Holding the paper, An Xuan walked into their room and said straightforwardly: "Young Master Huang requested it. Come with him."

　　

　　 Before Zuo Jing and the others would react, An Xuan turned and walked to the Jiang Cheng and others room.

　　

　　 But what they didn't expect was that Jiang Cheng several people stepped out first, blocking An Xuan and his party from the door, "What happened?" Xia Meng raised his chin and asked.

　　

　　 Besides what she said, she didn't give An Xuan much face.

　　

　　 Anxuan glanced at the closed door of the Jiangcheng wing, retracted his gaze, and said, "Just now, the steward Zhou sent someone to tell the evening to film the movie." He paused, "It was Young Master Huang's request. Come with him."

　　

　　 Hearing the words, the fat man's face was not unexpectedly wonderful.

　　

　　 "Tonight," An Xuan stared into Jiang Cheng's eyes, "Three watch days."

　　

　　 After the scene was silent for a while, Jiang Cheng, who was also staring at An Xuan, tilted his head and said calmly, "It really scares me to death."

　　

　　 A few glances looked at Jiang Cheng's face, and after a while, they moved away without a trace.

　　

Only Tang Shirou was still immersed in her own world. She did not see the difference between the atmosphere and the previous one. She looked at Jiang Cheng, who was not concerned, and said anxiously: "Mr. An will inform you as soon as he gets the news, otherwise it will be that. The middle-aged woman is here!"

　　

　　 She is a little bit inviting credit for An Xuan. It seems that in her impression, something bad will happen when she comes into contact with that weird and crippled middle-aged woman.

　　

　　 Hearing this, An Xuan's eyes moved unnaturally.

　　

　　 "Then I really want to thank Mr. An." It was Zuo Jing who was speaking. She was a bit dissatisfied with An Xuan's intrusion into their room without permission, and she seemed to have discovered something right now.

　　

　　 "Mr. An intercepted the news in advance, did you find anything?" Jiang Cheng asked in a tone of asking for advice.

　　

An Xuan still has the light and breezy appearance, "This is what Young Master Huang sent here. It is marked with the things we need to prepare, as well as the positions and actions." He unfolded the paper, very natural. The instructions said. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

　　

　　 "It's getting dark soon." Suddenly someone said.

　　

　　 raised his head, the sun that was still overhead not long ago has now slanted westward, and only a little afterglow is left on the horizon. Everyone knows that the flow of time in the nightmare world cannot be compared with the real world.

　　

　　 But this world is still too exaggerated.

　　

　　 It seems that all of this... is preparing for the evening scene.

　　

　　 "Let’s go eat first." The fat man suggested, "Everyone talk while eating."

　　

　　 Because of something in my mind, everyone has no appetite for this meal at night. When I think of that Young Master Huang will appear at night, I can't swallow any delicacy.

　　

　　 After a few bites, everyone gathered together and came under a tree outside the pavilion.

　　

　　 There are a few big boxes here, which should be the props to be used tonight.

　　

　　 Open the box, there are neatly arranged heads.

　　

　　 is just a dummy head, made of paper pulp, with some cheap dyes on the outside to paint the facial features, blush and so on.

　　

　　 The inside of the human head is empty, and two large holes are cut to the position of the eyes, and the weight is very light in the hand.

　　

　　 You Qi picked up one and made a simple gesture on his head, and said with a weird expression: "This thing... why is it so like a paper man burned to the dead?"