Chapter 1182 Scented Bag

Behind the white curtain, figures began to appear, but strangely, apart from the mixed sounds of musical instruments, there was only the creaking sound of feet stepping on the wooden boards on the stage, and no human voices.

It gave people the feeling that the ghost play was still in the making and had not yet started, as if... waiting.

Soon Jiang Cheng knew what he was waiting for. One after another, the charred figures walked to Jiang Cheng with stiff steps, found their own seats, and sat down.

During this process, Jiang Cheng's body tensed up, and he could clearly feel several malicious eyes wandering behind him, wishing to eat him alive.

As the last figure sat down, the curtain made of white linen slowly opened. The next second, a dull gong sounded, and the ghost play officially began!

The lights that had been flickering overhead were all extinguished, and instead, many candles were replaced.

White candles.

There were probably dozens of them, burning at the same time around, emitting a creepy light.

With the help of this light, Jiang Cheng noticed that he was the only one who left a shadow on the ground in the audience seat tonight.

It was indeed a ghost play, and he was the only living person in the audience.

On the rough and simple stage, several people in costumes took their positions, stepped on the short and rapid drum beats, and sang in a humming voice.

Jiang Cheng didn't listen to operas much and didn't know much, but even so, he could hear that this play was not quite right, the rhythm was wrong, and the actors' appearance was also problematic.

No matter what kind of makeup the actors had, their faces were full of a greenish look.

At first, Jiang Cheng subconsciously thought that these actors were also ghosts, but soon, he realized that things were not that simple. Although the actors' eyes were dull, Jiang Cheng could still see the fear in their hearts through their eyes.

And no matter what the actors did, they didn't look at the audience, and the swords used for fighting were also very careful when waving, even cramped, and the tip of the blade never pointed at the audience.

Most importantly, he found that these actors also had shadows.

It seems that it is correct. These actors are also human beings, and they are most likely the unlucky troupe mentioned in the newspaper, the one that was deceived to perform the ghost play.

No wonder the record in the newspaper ended here. It turns out that what will happen in the second half depends entirely on his performance tonight.

As the ghost play progressed, Jiang Cheng slowly calmed down. He knew that he would definitely not get through tonight safely, and there would definitely be accidents during the performance.

The corner of his eye suddenly caught something. He tilted his head and looked. The curtain on the far right was lifted. A woman in plain white clothes walked out of it, her eyes covered with white cloth, and holding a gong in her hand.

It can be seen that the woman was very scared, biting her lips, and her body couldn't stop shaking.

The one who helped her lift the curtain was an old man with a slightly hunched body. The old man was dressed similarly to the woman, both in white clothes, and his eyes were covered with white cloth strips.

Jiang Cheng understood that the old man was most likely the owner of the troupe, and the woman who came out this time was not very old, about 15 or 16, with a good figure and a charming appearance.

This was also an old rule in the troupe. Whenever there were important guests to watch the show, the troupe owner would lift the door curtain for the most outstanding female role in the troupe shortly after the show started, and let the female role go out to thank the guests who came to support her. If she was lucky, she could get a large amount of money.

But this was a ghost show, and asking for money from ghosts was something Jiang Cheng had not expected.

The girl lowered her head slightly, bit her lips lightly, and walked forward slowly along the first row of seats. Her shoulders shook violently, and she looked very pitiful.

Her lips shook from time to time. If you listened carefully, you could hear the girl talking, but her voice was very small, and even had a slight tremor, "Thank you, thank you for your support..."

Over and over again, it was all some polite words. When the girl approached, the gong in her hand caught Jiang Cheng's attention. There were several sachets scattered near the edge of the gong.

This is also one of the ways for the troupe to attract customers. After the patron throws the reward money into the gong, he can take a sachet. Most of the sachets are embroidered with the girl's surname or stage name.

The girl was very slow. She was safe and sound when she passed the first few charred corpses. Until she passed the one next to Jiang Cheng, something strange happened. The originally dead charred corpse suddenly stretched out his hand to grab the girl's arm.

But the girl seemed to sense something. She twisted her waist and the charred corpse's hand just touched the sachet. The next second, it was like an electric shock and immediately withdrew its hand and stopped moving.

The sachet that was touched also changed and burned. After a while, it turned into ashes.

Jiang Cheng's eyes lit up. He immediately realized that these sachets were good things. These charred corpse ghosts were afraid of sachets. To be precise, the sachets could resist the attack of ghosts.

"Thank you, thank you... thank you for your support..." The girl was obviously scared and her voice was a little crying.

Seeing the girl approaching him, Jiang Cheng wanted to reach out for the sachet, but at this moment, he thought that he and the charred corpse ghost should be treated similarly, and he would be attacked if he rashly took the sachet.

The reason was that he did not follow the rules to give a tip to the troupe. Only after giving the tip to the girl could he take the sachet as promised. Jiang Cheng thought this method was very feasible, mainly because he had no other way to think of.

But at this moment, he was penniless, so what could he use to tip the girl?

Although he had a mobile phone, he did not want to give it away. After all, the mobile phone was still useful. Who knew how long he would stay in this ghost place, and maybe he could use the mobile phone to contact the fat man.

Time waits for no one, so Jiang Cheng decided to pull off a button on his clothes and threw it into the gong. After a slight crisp sound, the girl was stunned for a moment, and then quickly bowed to Jiang Cheng, "Thank you... thank you. Guest reward.”

Jiang Cheng reached out and grabbed the girl's sachet.

Sure enough, it worked.

But how could one sachet be enough? Jiang Cheng, who had benefited from it, stared at the remaining sachet, with naked longing in his eyes.

"Thank you for your gratitude."

"Thank you for your gratitude."

"Thank you... thank you for your kindness."

"Thank you..."

"You gave too much, thank you..."

Jiang Cheng tore off all the buttons on his clothes and took away three sachets in a row. It wasn't until the fourth time that Jiang Cheng stopped. It wasn't that there were no buttons left. He still had them, and they were holding them in his hands. But at this moment, There was only one sachet left in the girl's gong.

Of course, he can take away all the sachets. This does not violate the rules, but if he really does this, if there is another blind ghost to catch the girl, she will definitely die if she loses all the sachets.

The poor girl was still standing stupidly in front of Jiang Cheng, holding a gong, seemingly waiting for him to reward her.

Jiang Cheng put away the sachet and threw the button into his pocket. Looking at the girl's nervous face, he stretched out his hand and patted the girl's waist gently, signaling her not to wait any longer and to continue walking.

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Sorry everyone, I encountered a troublesome matter recently and just dealt with it. There will be another chapter later.

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