The luck value is overwhelming and the horror game is panicking!

Wen Liang took the lead, Tongze Han Meng followed behind, Li Zhuangshi dragged Liu Ming, and the other players followed behind, and everyone trotted all the way to the third floor.

I saw that the dust hall, which was supposed to be in the middle of the third floor, had now turned into a huge stage square.

In front of the square, there is a small stage, with two Taishi chairs and a small desk in the middle of the stage, and several opera paintings are painted on the wall behind it.

Above the stage, a brown field gold plaque was hung high, with the words 'Pleasure' written on it.

Seven or eight rows of seats were set up under the stage, each with two chairs and a table, on which were teapots and teacups.

This set of configurations, at first glance, is used for the pastime of the upper class.

"Brother Liang, how did this become a stage?" Tong

Ze leaned over to Wen Liang and said softly.

When I came yesterday, the ~ big dust hall really shocked everyone.

And today, it suddenly became such a high-style stage, and it was still a little uncomfortable.

"It shouldn't be time yet"

Wen Liang looked at the clock in the middle above the stage, and the time displayed at this time was 12:00.

When they went back last night, it was about 12:16 minutes, and not long after, they received invitations to the funeral.

It is estimated that when the dust hall appears, it will be around 12:20.

"Sit, let's just wait here"

Wen Liang found a place and sat down casually, and the other players also sat down.

Twenty minutes later, as expected.

A thick white mist rose, the stage gradually faded, the fog dispersed, and the dust hall appeared in front of everyone again.

The furnishings inside are still the same as yesterday, and the things that have been unloaded, smashed, and dismantled by everyone have been rearranged neatly.

The funeral shed is still the same coffin, but today's funeral shed has an extra coffin.

"Good ...... Brother Liang, please

, invitation" Tong Ze, who was holding the film, suddenly pointed to the white invitation on the table and said in surprise.

The private seat on the stage was replaced by a funeral seat, and a white invitation card appeared out of thin air around everyone.

"It seems that this thing is forcibly issued"

After Wen Liang opened it, the content inside was the same as yesterday's, and it was still the same set of rhetoric, and it hadn't changed at all.

The others did the same, opened it, looked at it, and threw it aside.

"Brother Liang, my invitation...... There is a problem"

Yan You, who was following Li Zhuangshi's side, suddenly said in a panic.

"I've become a sinner!" Yan

You's face turned extremely pale after reading the invitation.

He had seen the strength of those two ghosts yesterday, and Liu Xingyan had exhausted his origin and failed to hurt a single bit.

And his strength and Liu Xingyan's strength are about the same, if it is really him next, it is estimated that it will be a matter of time before it is cool.

Now Yan You can only pin his hopes on Wen Liang.

"Brother Liang, save me, Brother Liang!"

Yan You hurriedly ran to Wen Liang's side, and knelt down with a puff on his knees.

The action was so fast that Wen Liang didn't even react.

"Bring me the invitation," Wen Liang said, stretching out his hand.

Yan You's face was overjoyed, and he hurriedly handed over the invitation.

After Wen Liang took the invitation and opened it, the words on it did change.

[Kill

!] [Sinner Yan You, mutilated the lives of more than 100 members of the Lian family and the Shu family, and the crime deserves death

!] [At noon today, the life of Er's dog will be taken!]

Invitation...... Or should it be called a verdict.

The verdict is very simple, but you can still see the strong resentment behind it through just a few words.

"Don't panic" Wen Liang patted Yan You on the shoulder, and comforted him softly: "You go and dismantle the coffin, and by the way, burn the spirit shed, so it is estimated that it will be fine

" "Oh, by the way, remember not to break the curtain for me"

Yan You did not have a trace of doubt, stood up and nodded heavily.

"Thank you Brother Liang, let's do it

!" But after walking a few steps, he turned his head and asked suspiciously: "What is Liu Xingyan's coffin, ......

"Dust to dust, soil to earth, you can be cremated together

" "Okay Brother Liang!"

Yan You took out his weapon from the backpack bar, took out another torch, and ran in the direction of the spirit shed.

At that speed, it is estimated that the strength of feeding has been used, for fear that there will be problems when it is too late.

"My big photographer, it's time for you to play"

Wen Liang stood up, came to Liu Ming, who was holding Li Zhuangshi in his hand, and said with a smile.

At this time, Liu Ming was a little dumbfounded.

What kind of battle is this? The stage disappeared out of thin air and became the scene of the funeral, and so many people suddenly appeared around, and there were still talking and laughing at the funeral.

The point is, isn't this group of people in front of him the same group that died just now?

There is still their blood left on his face!

Whew~ A gust of cold wind blew, and Liu Ming was beaten all over his body.

"Old ...... Master, what are these people?"

Liu Ming slumped on the ground and stammered.

Wen Liangwan smiled, leaned over to stare at him, and said word by word: "Of course, ghost!"

Liu Ming's whole body lay on the ground, his face turned pale as snow, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

"Am I already

dead, am I in hell now?" "Yes" Wen Liang leaned close to his face and said in a cold and ruthless tone: "You are dead, now help me release the contents of the film, and I will send you back to Yang!"

Liu Ming's eyes suddenly lit up, and he quickly got up from the ground.

"Really, I'll do it now!" Liu

Ming lifted his pants and trotted all the way to the projector.

Sure enough, this kind of timid person is much better than talking well.

Wen Liang and the others also followed.

"There is a problem, my film is 35 mm, and this projector is also 35 mm, theoretically it can be used

" "But the turntable in the middle is different, you have to find the same turntable"

Liu Ming squatted in front of the projector, turned his head and said to Wen Liang.

Wen Liang raised his chin slightly and gestured to Tong Ze on the side, Tong Ze understood and handed out a large film.

"Can this be used?"

Liu Ming smiled innocently, "Yes"

Tong Ze also smiled with satisfaction, it was not in vain that he took all the way

to the film! At the same time, he also looked at Wen Liang on the side, this big guy seemed to know everything, and he had long expected that the film would be useful.

That's why he took the film apart and put it on his body, in case something went wrong later.

The admiration in my heart has risen to a higher level!

"It's done!"

Liu Ming clapped his hands and stood up excitedly.

Looking at the curtain in front of you, there is a picture of the wedding scene just now.

At 11:20, the guests entered the venue one after another, and those who knew each other sat at a table and talked loudly.

Children are playing back and forth, and handsome men and women are taking pictures back and forth.

The wedding photos of the bride and groom were rolling on the stage, and the atmosphere was very warm and beautiful.

After a while, the bride and groom took the stage, the stage lights focused on them, and the rest of the place fell into darkness.

At this moment, the door of the joy hall was forcibly opened, and eight people with pistols walked in with an old man in their arms.

The old man was wearing a black and gold horse coat, a black top hat, and a dragon head cane, revealing an extraordinary temperament all over his body.

"Uncle An, why are you here?"

On the stage, the groom Lian Junyi frowned and looked at the old man at the door.

"Ping'er is dead" The old man took off his top hat and looked up at the groom on the stage.

Lian Junyi lowered his head and said with a solemn expression: "Uncle, that was a month ago

" "Besides, that matter has nothing to do with me, I really didn't know she was going to jump off the building"

The old man held his cane with both hands, exhaled deeply, and looked up at the ceiling.

"My wife, Ping'er's mother, can't stand the blow, and she is also gone today

" The groom suddenly raised his head, his eyes were startled, "Aunt she ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the old man reaching out his hand.

"My dearest two women, both died for you, you should pay a price"

The old man put on his black top hat again and looked deeply at the groom.

"Happy newlywed!" the

old man said, turning his head and leaving the place, while the eight gunmen behind him stepped forward.

Bang!