Yuanyuan's voice grew softer and softer. Finally, she grabbed Zhang Zhenwei's hand and was about to run outside.
"Over! I'm so stupid! I underestimated the enemy this time..."
"Grandpa, something might happen to Uncle. Let's go find him!"
Before Zhang Zhenwei could react, the phone was thrown onto the sofa.
They didn't notice that the actions of those ordinary people on the screen had changed.
They all raised their heads in a strange posture. Their entire eyeballs were white, without pupils. Their bodies seemed to be pulled by invisible threads as they walked forward like puppets.
The Peking Opera background music continued, but now it wasn't those actors on stage, but several ordinary people in normal clothes.
Their expressions and postures were just like those of veteran actors. Along with the music, they twirled around and sang, and their looks were extremely vivid.
"The eight - foot snake spear is always aimed at the throat. Whip..."
The strange laughter combined with the odd opera tune made people's eardrums feel extremely uncomfortable.
Zhang Haomiao's heart trembled, and his steps involuntarily softened a bit.
He took a deep breath and comforted himself, "This should just be the arrangement of the program crew. Maybe those ordinary people were also bribed."
He turned around warily to check if there was an exit, but the figure in red suddenly appeared in front of him.
A pale face was magnified infinitely towards the camera.
"Where are you going? The show has started. You can't leave."
The Eight - White Jade was getting hotter and hotter. Zhang Haomiao felt a chill down his spine. He gritted his teeth and cooperated with the "NPC".
"Then what should I do?"
The pale face slowly retracted, and the red figure swayed past him.
Zhang Haomiao gritted his teeth and was about to follow, but when he turned back, he suddenly held his breath!
Those people who were originally sitting quietly in the audience seats had their necks twisted in a full circle. Countless blue - faced people stared directly at him!
The corners of their mouths lifted into a smile. They opened their mouths and shouted at him one after another.
"Zhang Haomiao."
"Come."
The shrill voice was like the wail of the night.
Zhang Haomiao's pupils shrank. A lot of cold sweat broke out on his forehead and trickled down his neck, chilling his heart.
These people...
"Zhang Haomiao."
The ethereal voice lured him persistently.
Zhang Haomiao closed his eyes and forced himself not to look at them!
There was nothing in front of him. It was just a show effect!
The opera tune suddenly stopped. Zhang Haomiao's heart was in his throat, and the Eight - White Jade in his hand was getting hotter and hotter.
In just two minutes, it felt like a century, extremely torturous.
The faint sound of "tack - tack" footsteps came from afar. This didn't sound like the footsteps of a normal person. Instead, it was like... like the sound of a piece of paper falling to the ground and then being lifted up!
Zhang Haomiao was so shocked by this thought that he held his breath.
The camera on his neck was still broadcasting live. The audience only saw that after the surroundings darkened, something like a paper figurine, dressed in the uniform of a theater servant, was approaching Zhang Haomiao little by little with a teacup in his hand...
"Sir, have a cup of tea to moisten your throat."
The servant didn't open his mouth, and the voice seemed to come from nowhere.
Zhang Haomiao took a step back, but the servant followed closely. Everyone's hearts stopped at the same time, and they nervously stared at the video.
The next moment, they saw the servant slowly turn to the side...
Sure enough!
Sure enough, it was just a thin piece of paper!
"The program crew is really good at causing trouble. Don't they know the meaning of awe? You can't draw eyes on paper figurines, yet they dared to play this trick in the ghost theater!"
"Damn, that's not the point. The point is, how did the paper move on its own!"
"Not necessarily... Maybe this wasn't the work of the program crew?"
...
All the speculations stopped again as the paper servant got closer and closer.
"Pop."
The string of Eight - White Jade beads in Zhang Haomiao's hand actually broke!
For a moment, the beads fell to the ground with a clattering sound.
Zhang Haomiao instinctively opened his eyes in shock and wanted to pick up the beads. But in that instant, the paper figurine that he could clearly see before disappeared.
He forced himself to calm down and squatted down to pick up the beads. But unexpectedly, as he squatted down, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a pair of paper shoes standing behind him.
He turned back, but there was nothing!
This place was really not simple. No wonder Yuanyuan was so worried before.
Even though Zhang Haomiao was usually calm, he couldn't suppress the tremor in his heart at this moment.
He picked up a talisman paper as Yuanyuan had told him and put it on his chest. But as soon as the talisman paper was pasted on, it burned into ashes in mid - air...
The paper shoes appeared again and got closer!
Zhang Haomiao was instantly filled with panic. He randomly grabbed a bead and quickly got up and ran, fearing that the thing behind him would catch up with him.
"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhang... Have a cup of tea and sit down to listen to the opera..."
The servant's voice followed closely. Zhang Haomiao took out a talisman paper and threw it behind him. With a sizzle, the talisman paper burned again, and the voice of the paper figurine stopped.
It was quiet again in the darkness.
Only the sound of Zhang Haomiao gasping for breath remained.
At this moment, Zhang Yuanyuan in the car was holding the driver's phone, her eyes tightly fixed on the screen. The pointer of the compass in her hand was shaking wildly.
"It's all my fault. I should have gone with Uncle..."
Zhang Zhenwei frowned. "Don't be anxious, sweetheart. Your uncle will be okay."
Yuanyuan didn't answer. She murmured something in a low voice and gently stroked the compass with her little hand again and again.
The pointer still wouldn't behave.
Images of Director Zhao's look towards her before and the black aura around him when he left flashed through Yuanyuan's mind.
This ghost opera... was premeditated!
"Uncle, please drive faster!"
...
In the ghost theater.
The sound of the pipa rang out.
The pipa music, which was originally as beautiful as big and small pearls falling on a jade plate, was now so urgent that it made people's hearts skip a beat.
It lit up around Zhang Haomiao again. The red - dressed figure on the stage waved the water sleeves, singing so sweetly...
And now, he was actually in the audience seats!
He stood there, and those blue - faced people below smiled at him. "Mr. Zhang, sit down and listen to the opera. The opera isn't over yet. You can't leave."
There was a vacant seat in front of him out of nowhere.
Zhang Haomiao had no choice but to sit down as they asked.
But the eyes of these "people" still didn't look at the stage.
The amulet inside Zhang Haomiao's clothes was as hot as the Eight - White Jade before. He frowned from the heat and carefully took out the talisman paper, only to find that all the triangular talismans were burned black...
"Pfft..."
Suddenly, a cold liquid splashed on his face. Zhang Haomiao instinctively closed his eyes, and the talisman paper instantly turned into ashes.
He stiffly wiped the liquid off his face. Through the greenish - blue light, he saw that it was... blood!
On the stage, those ordinary people who were like marionettes before went crazy. They casually picked up the swords and spears beside them and stabbed the people around them!
Blood splashed everywhere, dyeing the red carpet even more vivid!
Zhang Haomiao was stunned. Before he could react, he saw a woman laughing maniacally. She threw the red silk above and then stood on tiptoe and hung herself.
She hanged herself right in front of him...
And there were others who directly pressed the other person to the ground and strangled them to death.
The netizens were in an uproar. This was just a escape - room game. It shouldn't have gotten this out of hand. Why did the NPCs have more screen time than the celebrities?
But Zhang Haomiao, who was in the middle of it, knew very well that something was seriously wrong. He came to his senses and immediately got up and ran towards the door he came in from, but unexpectedly, the door wouldn't open!
"Mr. Zhang, where are you going?"
The ordinary person who had his throat cut tilted his head back, showing the half - cut neck. Blood was gushing out, and his eyes stared at Zhang Haomiao while his mouth was still talking.
"Zhao Xian! Open the door!"
Zhang Haomiao roared angrily, but there was no movement from outside the door.