Lin Fan glared at his younger sister. His sister quickly stuffed the half-eaten incense stick into her mouth, then smiled sweetly with her mouth closed.
She blinked her big, innocent eyes.
It looked like a puppy caught stealing cicadas by its owner.
"Spit it out!" Lin Fan said viciously.
The younger sister smiled shyly while shaking her head frantically. She knew that her brother wouldn't really blame her.
This is a game between siblings.
In her past life, she stole so many of her brother's medicines, and he never got angry...
Just as Lin Fan and his sister were exchanging glances, the woman in the blood-stained opera robe opened her arms again, a mocking smile appearing on her face.
The performance continues.
Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven...
On television, numbers composed of Chinese characters appeared repeatedly and then vanished in an instant.
One per second
Its appearance and disappearance, though silent, resonated like a giant bell, striking the hearts of everyone alive in Buckingham at that moment.
When the pointer of fate turns again, the silent numbers become deafening.
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
Everyone's heartbeats were synchronized, moving in unison with the flowing numbers.
Everyone was tense, expectant, or fearful, wanting to see who would be the next person to be toyed with by fate.
The number on the screen changed back to "One".
They caught a glimpse of a blood-red theatrical robe.
In every private room, and among every person, a sense of relief washed over them.
They didn't see the mocking face.
"call..."
The girl next to Lin Fan, who had been in charge of taking song requests, breathed a sigh of relief. A rare look of relaxation appeared on her face.
The other three girls were the same; they hugged each other, looking relieved.
"We're safe..."
He didn't look at us again.
"We were not selected again."
Lili, number 38, excitedly recounted her story.
At the same time, everyone who had been anxiously watching the screen breathed a sigh of relief.
Similarly, none of them saw the mocking face.
The figure in the blood-red theatrical robe kept their head down, as if someone had pressed the pause button. They stood there like a statue.
"Phew..." Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The invisible Sword of Damocles hanging overhead seemed to have vanished.
Everyone was more relaxed than ever before.
'Could it be because of that energetic young man's dance just now?'
Did it please all the viewers?
'So they've decided to stop killing?'
People were secretly speculating and feeling relieved.
Performing ghost operas is like a bizarre puzzle game, waiting for someone to fulfill certain conditions or discover hidden clues to complete the game...
The spider's dance just now seemed to have achieved some kind of special quality.
Lin Fan looked at the figure in the blood-stained costume, lost in thought.
The next second, he was taken aback.
To be precise, everyone watching the screen was momentarily stunned.
Because that costumed figure, who seemed to have frozen in time, slowly raised its head again.
The difference is,
This time, he looked at everyone.
Everyone felt that the mocking face was looking at them and laughing at them.
"hehe..."
"Ha ha..."
"whee..."
People saw mouths opening on his abstract and eerie face.
Those mouths, blood red, nested together...
It contains a dense array of sharp, uneven teeth.
A mocking light flickered in the darkness, a mocking laugh.
"You think the show is over tonight?"
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"You're wrong..."
"Fun games are never-ending. And great performances will always be surpassed by even better ones."
"The dance you just performed was excellent, and the audience was very satisfied."
"It has brought some very good results."
"For example—our audience's taste has been greatly improved."
"So from now on, you'll need to put in even more effort to satisfy the audience—are you ready?"
He looked at everyone.
Everyone felt a sense of fear.
"Damn it! What do we do? We're doomed sooner or later!"
"Let's just charge in and wipe them out!"
"Are you kidding me? How are we supposed to rush in? By banging our heads against the TV?"
...
"Well then... let's begin." Accompanied by the mocking voice of his blood-red theatrical robe, he slowly raised his hand, pointing at each person.
Who will be the lucky one?
"It's you...it's you...or is it you?"
Everyone he pointed at lowered their heads in terror, gripped by an overwhelming sense of fear.
"hehe..."
"An interesting coward."
The man in the blood-red theatrical robe smiled disdainfully and finally pointed his finger at Lin Fan.
"I think I see you. Are you trying to come in?"
At this moment, everyone except Lin Fan, the Spider Witch, relaxed.
"Haha! It wasn't me! It wasn't me!"
"I'm alive! I'm alive!"
They shouted excitedly, eagerly anticipating who the next unlucky one would be.
Both the spider and the sorceress shuddered simultaneously and instinctively took a half-step forward.
"Let's give it our all!" the two said in unison. The sorceress had even lit a stick of incense.
"Need not."
"You two observe him some more." Lin Fan turned around, his back to the television. He closed his eyes, opened his arms, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
"I've always wanted to go in."
"My little sister is really naughty."
"I'll go and bring her back."
As he spoke, his figure slowly disappeared.
"Brother, give it your all! You can do it!" Spider shouted. He didn't know if Lin Fan heard him.
On everyone's television screens, a figure suddenly appeared in the center of the stage.
Unlike when others appeared.
He was dressed in black, with his arms outstretched and his back to the crowd.
All anyone could see was his dark silhouette and his arms outstretched like a cross.
"Who is this? He made such a cool entrance!"
Is this his performance?
...
On stage, the actor in the blood-red robe was taken aback when he saw Lin Fan with his back to him. His mocking smile only intensified.
Is this your style of performance?
Are you ready?
"Our audience can't wait any longer..."
...
Lin Fan closed his eyes, carefully sensing the experience of his body passing through the television and arriving on the stage.
This feeling is amazing.
His body seemed to have been instantly transported to a cold lake. He was moved from the private room in an instant.
Based on his understanding of sequence power and the world.
This shift is completely incomprehensible.
He heard the sound of a blood-red theatrical robe in his ear and slowly opened his eyes.
Are you ready?
"Our audience can't wait any longer..."
Hearing the question from the woman in the blood-red opera robe, he smiled casually, turned around, and looked at his sister, as well as the memorial tablets neatly arranged on the long benches on both sides of the octagonal table where she was.
"Perform? Perform for you?"
"You bunch of dead ghosts, do you think you're worthy of my performance?"
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