Nightmare Attack

The moment Jiang Cheng's palm touched the girl's body, the girl's body froze. After all, she was being touched by a ghost. The girl probably never thought about it. The next second, her mouth opened and she looked like she was about to cry, "Benefactor, I...although I was born in a troupe, I know I am humble, but I don't sell my life as an artist, so please forgive me for my difficulty in obeying my orders.

This was nothing. Jiang Cheng frowned slightly, surrounded by a circle of burnt ghosts. Without any other thoughts on his mind, Jiang Cheng pushed the girl with a little force and signaled her to leave quickly.

I don’t know if the girl understood it or not. In short, she continued walking and kept repeating those words, but her voice was softer, like a mosquito humming.

Jiang Cheng glanced at the play on the stage, focusing on the shadows of the people on the stage. Fortunately, the shadows were all there and there were no changes.

Maybe it’s because I can’t let it go. The fight scene on stage looked like a joke, but it was full of an indescribable weird feeling, as if several people were puppets, and their movements revealed a strange stiffness. .

"Thank you, thank you for your support, thank you, thank you so much...ah!"

The girl suddenly let out a short cry, and Jiang Cheng immediately turned his head, just in time to see a blackened arm being pulled away from the girl's body, and the last sachet was burned in the gong.

But after completing a full circle, there is still half the distance left.

According to Jiang Cheng's experience, the second half of the journey is the most dangerous.

It is almost impossible for a girl to leave safely, relying only on herself.

But the chain reaction of this short cry was far more than that. An actor on the stage who was holding a gun in his hand and with several black flags behind him was obviously distracted when he heard the cry, and he actually stood there in a daze. Looking in the direction of the girl.

Immediately afterwards, the actor's movements stagnated, and his eyes began to tremble uncontrollably, and finally rolled upwards, leaving only the whites of his eyes.

This sudden movement interrupted the rhythm on the stage. The other person he was fighting seemed not to have noticed the abnormality in his teammate, and was still spinning in circles towards this person.

As he got closer, he opened his mouth wide and sang weird lyrics.

But in the next second, he could no longer make a sound, because a spear penetrated his mouth and came out from his back. The force was so strong that he was nailed to the stage.

In the last few seconds of his life, he opened his mouth and spit out a large amount of blood bubbles. Along the barrel of the gun, blood spurted out as if it was free.

There wasn't much fear in his eyes, but more confusion and disbelief, because he didn't react at all.

Then, the actor who stabbed his teammate to death with a stiff movement took the long sword from his teammate's hand, folded his wrist, and placed the sword across his neck at an incomprehensible angle. Then he suddenly exerted force and cut off his own head.

The head fell to the ground with a "thud" and rolled gurglingly until it hit the corner of the stage and then stopped, with its face facing the direction of Jiang Cheng.

In an instant, the stage was covered with blood and became a Shura field.

The last surviving actor seemed to be stunned, his mouth was wide open, his whole body was shaking, and he couldn't say a word.

The ghost show...has stalled.

Jiang Cheng's heart tightened. He remembered that the newspaper told some contents about the rules of the ghost show. The actors on the stage should not look at the audience, and the tip of the sword should not be pointed at the audience. The most important thing is that, no matter what, the ghost show Don't even stop!

This is a taboo!

At the same time, Jiang Cheng also noticed that the Scorched Ghosts who had been quiet at this moment began to become restless, their bodies shaking like crazy, as if they were about to pounce on the people on the stage in the next second and tear the people on the stage into pieces.

There were also a few restless eyes staring at him.

Now one thing is clear. His fate tonight is tied to this troupe. If this ghost show fails, not only the troupe will die, but he will die too!

The way out... where is the way out? !

The more he wanders between life and death, the more critical he encounters, the more calm he is. After all, panic will not help solve the problem, it will only make you die faster.

The real danger is these charred ghosts, and the killings on the stage must be related to them. Jiang Cheng shifted his attention and looked at these charred ghosts, and sure enough, he found a clue.

There is an empty seat in the far right rear position.

But Jiang Cheng clearly remembered that all these seats were occupied, and there were absolutely no empty seats!

Thinking of the weird posture of the man on the stage when he committed suicide, Jiang Cheng came up with a guess. The man's posture with the sword when he committed suicide was very strange. A normal person would not be able to use the sword like this, let alone cut himself with one sword. head of.

Besides, this is just a prop sword, not a sharp sword!

The horrific scene on the stage was still unfolding. The headless corpse did not fall down. Instead, it held a sword and walked step by step towards the last survivor on the stage.

Blood continued to overflow from the broken neck, and every step he took would leave a bloody footprint. The sense of oppression it brought was even more terrifying than the matter itself.

Jiang Cheng couldn't help but hold his breath.

He knew that if all the actors on the stage were killed, then tonight's ghost show would end here. Next, they would face the pursuit of all the ghosts, and none of them would be spared.

At this moment, Jiang Cheng had figured out what the strange movements of the corpse meant. The corpse was controlled. To be precise, it seemed like it was being carried by an invisible person.

The same thing happened when he committed suicide, as if there was an invisible person standing behind him, grabbing his hand with his hand, then putting the sword on his neck, and then pulling hard.

Thinking of this, Jiang Cheng looked at the sachet in his hand. Although the sachet was precious, he couldn't care about anything else at the moment. When the headless corpse stood in front of the last survivor, raising his sword and planning to chop it down, Jiang Cheng forcefully cut it. Throw out the sachet.

His target was not the headless corpse, but the position slightly behind the headless corpse.

The next second, accompanied by a strange sound, the sachet hit something out of thin air, bounced away, and then burned and turned into black ashes.

What was even more shocking was that behind the empty corpse, a tall charred corpse actually appeared out of thin air. The corpse was even two heads taller than the headless corpse.

The charred corpse stood in place, motionless, as if everything before it had nothing to do with it, and the blood-soaked stage was not made by it.

Although the burning corpses had stopped, the crisis had not been resolved. The only remaining survivor on the stage was so frightened by this scene that he collapsed on the ground, covering his eyes, trembling and unable to continue acting.

The scorched corpses around them could no longer hold back and stood up one after another.

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