Chapter 1172 Yin and Yang Alternation

The old troupe owner didn’t know what the fate of cheating ghosts was, nor had he heard of it. After all, the troupe that could do such a thing probably wouldn’t have a chance to speak again.

The other members of the troupe who knew that they had violated the taboo had to kneel down and kowtow to the four sides of the stage with the old troupe owner, even if they were reluctant. While knelt, they kept saying things like “I didn’t mean to break the contract, please don’t blame me.”

The man saw this scene, and there was no expression of surprise on his face.

Then, after everything was arranged, the old troupe owner gathered all the troupe members together and held a meeting with everyone with a very heavy attitude.

Although the old troupe owner had never sung a ghost play, his master had sung it before, and once when he was drunk, the master accidentally mentioned this experience.

The old troupe owner emphasized that all people who performed on the stage could not wear red, and the red parts of the costumes and props must be wrapped with white linen.

Moreover, whether it is singing or fighting scenes, the props of guns, blades, and swords are not allowed to face the audience, let alone look at the audience.

If... if you really see something extremely scary, you must remember that you must not panic or scream. The most important thing is that no matter what happens, you are not allowed to stop.

It is a taboo to stop singing ghost plays in the middle of the show. It is rumored that ghosts listening to the show will appease their resentment. If you stop in the middle, the ghosts' resentment will burst out and you will suffer a disaster!

There are also percussion bands beside the stage. Their rules are the same, but there is one more item. They need to cover their eyes with white cloth before the ghost show begins, and no matter what happens in the middle, they must not take it off.

"Old band leader, what will... what will happen?" Someone in the percussion band asked in a low voice.

"I don't know." The old troupe leader shook his head slowly, "But I heard that maybe during the beating, something will blow cold air into your collar, or something will mix with you, and you will hear the sound of instruments that are not in the troupe."

Everyone's face turned very ugly after hearing this.

"As long as...as long as we don't violate these taboos, nothing will happen, right?" Someone asked, and now the whole troupe was filled with a sense of desolation of dying.

Before the old troupe leader spoke, the man next to him answered first, "Yes, that's it, as long as you cooperate seriously, after this play is over, the spectators nearby will disperse, and they will never have any intersection with you again in this life."

But now, no matter how reluctant they are, everyone can only believe the man's words and do their best to perform this ghost play tonight.

"When does the play start?" Someone asked the man in a bad tone.

The man didn't care, nodded, and replied calmly: "At 12 o'clock midnight, the yin and yang alternate, and the sound of the gong is the signal. The play can begin. The ghost play begins, the dead dispel their grievances, and the living seek life.

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The content of the newspaper was very impressive, and everyone read it for a long time, but the story ended here hastily. Du Moyu grabbed the newspaper and flipped it left and right, up and down, front and back, but there was no follow-up to the story.

"Don't look for it." Jiang Cheng patted him, "There is nothing below."

"That's it? Isn't this a scam?" Du Moyu's emotions were a little bit unbearable. The current situation was very similar to the introduction in the newspaper. In front of them was a stage, and the layout on it was all right.

It is certain that this stage was built by those people at the beginning, and the final way out of this mission was also related to this ghost play.

If they could know the subsequent development of the story, they would have a better direction to find clues next.

Unfortunately, there is no if.

"Huh? Look, the words on the newspaper... Why are all the words on the newspaper gone? "Du Moyu, who was holding the newspaper, exclaimed.

In fact, what he said was not accurate. It was not that the words on it disappeared, but that they became very blurred, as if they were wet by water. In short, they could no longer be recognized.

"There is something strange about this newspaper, and it seems to be a clue to guide us." Xia Meng analyzed: "Think back, how much content we just saw from the newspaper, can a newspaper really record such rich content?"

Xia Qiang echoed, "Yes, and did you find that the narrative angle of the story in the newspaper is also a bit strange, with a wide range of sources, and even... some of them seem to be unfolded from the perspective of the victim. People are dead, how could it be possible..."

Xia Qiang did not say the rest of the words, but those who can stand here are not stupid, and they understand it at a glance.

Turning his head and looking at the stage, with the story as a prelude, the stage in Jiang Cheng's eyes has become more and more weird, "At 12 o'clock midnight, yin and yang alternate, with the sound of gongs as a signal... The ghost show starts, the dead dispel their grievances, and the living seek to survive. "

He savored these words carefully, especially the last two.

It is not difficult to understand that the dead can relieve their grievances. They have verified it with their own experience. There are many innocent souls who were burned to death. There are even innocent souls pretending to be teammates and lurking around them.

It is important for the living to survive. This is clearly said to the living among them. In other words, when the ghost show starts, the way out for the living will be revealed.

But what Jiang Cheng couldn't figure out was that at 12 o'clock in the night, ghosts would also appear around the stage and rush to watch the show. If they, the living people, also rushed over, wouldn't they bump into the ghosts? Wouldn't they still have a way to survive?

His thoughts were a little confused for a while, and the surrounding scenes also made him feel uneasy.

Suddenly, a bell rang, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Following the sound, I saw a large pendulum clock as tall as a person in a place similar to the hotel front desk.

The pointer of the pendulum clock just pointed to the position of 9.

"9 o'clock." Someone couldn't help but speak.

Out of habit, Jiang Cheng immediately took out his mobile phone and checked the time.

It seems that this is the time in this world, and it is probably 9 o'clock at night. After all, they have been in this world for some time, and when they looked out through the window, the time on the street seemed to be afternoon, close to evening.

"Come and see here!" Zhou Tong stood up from behind the long table at the hotel front desk. Judging from her expression, she should have made a new discovery.

When Jiang Cheng walked over, he saw a wooden board embedded in the wall behind the long table. There were some nails evenly distributed on the wooden board, and on the nails, there were some keys hanging scattered.

The key was copper-colored, giving people the feeling that it had just been hung here not long ago.

If you look closely, you can also see the numbers written in black pen on the wooden board. Each key has a corresponding number, which is probably the room number corresponding to the key.

Jiang Cheng looked normal, but his suspicion of Zhou Tong grew. The key was hidden in a hidden place, and it was impossible to detect it without careful observation.

Zhou Tong was a ghost, and she must have had her own purpose for doing this.

This was a trap.