Chapter 1183 Mutation

When Jiang Cheng's palm touched the girl's body, her body froze. After all, she probably hadn't thought about being touched by a ghost. The next second, her mouth opened wide, revealing a look of crying, "Benefactor, I... Although I was born in the opera world, I know I am humble, but I would rather sell my art than my body. Please forgive me for not obeying your order.

What is this? Jiang Cheng frowned slightly. There was a circle of burnt ghosts sitting densely around him. Jiang Cheng had no other thoughts. He pushed the girl a little harder, signaling her to leave quickly.

I don't know if the girl understood Understand, anyway, she continued to walk, still repeating those words, but her voice was even quieter, like the humming of a mosquito.

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, without any changes.

Perhaps because he couldn't let go, the fight on the stage looked like a joke, but it was filled with an indescribable weird feeling, as if the people were puppets, and their movements revealed a weird stiffness.

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

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

But there was still half of the distance left to complete a full circle.

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

It was almost impossible for the girl to leave safely on her own.

But the chain reaction brought about by this short cry was far more than that. An actor on the stage with a gun in his hand and several black flags behind him was obviously distracted after hearing the cry, and actually looked straight in the direction of the girl.

Then, the actor's movements froze, his eyeballs began to tremble uncontrollably, and finally suddenly rolled up, leaving only a pair of whites in his eye sockets.

This sudden The sudden action interrupted the rhythm on the stage. The other person who was fighting with him seemed to have not noticed the abnormality of his teammate, and was still turning around to approach this person.

As he approached, he opened his mouth wide and sang strange lines.

But the next second, he could no longer make a sound, because a long spear pierced through his mouth and came out from his back, and the force was so great that he was nailed to the stage.

In the last few seconds of his life, he opened his mouth wide, spitting out a lot of blood bubbles from his mouth, and blood gushed out along the gun barrel like money.

There was not much fear in his eyes, but more confusion and disbelief, because he did not react at all.

Then, the actor who stabbed his teammate to death with a gun stiffly took the long sword from his teammate's hand, turned his wrist, and in an unstoppable way The angle of understanding, the sword across the neck, and then suddenly exerted force to cut off his head.

The head fell to the ground with a "bang", rolling until it hit the corner of the stage and stopped, with its face just facing Jiang Cheng.

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

The last surviving actor seemed to be scared silly, with his mouth wide open, his whole body trembling, and he couldn't say a word.

The ghost show... stagnated.

Jiang Cheng's heart tightened. He remembered that there were some contents about the rules of ghost shows in the newspaper. The actors on the stage should not look at the audience below, and the tip of the sword should not be aimed at the audience. The most important thing is that the ghost show must not stop no matter what!

This is a taboo!

At the same time, Jiang Cheng also noticed that the burnt ghost that had originally calmed down at this moment They began to get agitated, their bodies shaking like crazy, as if they were going to pounce and tear the people on the stage into pieces in the next second.

There were also several restless eyes staring at him.

Now one thing is clear, his fate tonight is tied to this troupe. If this ghost play fails, it will not only be the people in the troupe who will die, but he will also die!

Way out... Where is the way out? !

He has been wandering between life and death for a long time. The more critical the moment, the more calm he can be. After all, panic will not help solve the problem, it will only make you die faster.

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

There was an empty seat at the far right back.

But Jiang Cheng clearly remembered that these seats were occupied, and there was definitely no vacant seat!

Thinking of the strange posture of the man on the stage when he committed suicide, Jiang Cheng had a guess in his mind. The posture of the man holding the sword when he committed suicide was very strange. A normal person could not use any strength to hold the sword like this, let alone cut off his head with one sword.

Besides, it was just a prop sword, not a sharp sword!

The horrible scene on the stage was still going on. The headless corpse did not fall down, but walked towards the last survivor on the stage step by step with the sword in hand.

Blood continued to flow from the broken neck. Every step left a bloody footprint. The oppression brought by this was even more terrible than the incident itself.

Jiang Cheng couldn't help holding his breath.

He knew that if all the actors on the stage were killed, then this ghost show tonight would end here. Next, they would face the pursuit of all 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 to be carried by an invisible person.

When he committed suicide, it was like there was an invisible person standing behind him, grabbing 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 could not care about anything else at this moment. When the headless corpse stood in front of the last survivor, raised the sword and was about to chop it down, Jiang Cheng threw the sachet out with force.

His target was not the headless corpse, but a little bit behind the headless corpse.

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

And what was even more shocking was still behind. Behind the empty corpse, a tall charred corpse appeared out of thin air, and the corpse was even two heads taller than the headless corpse.

The charred corpse stood there, motionless, as if everything before had nothing to do with it, and the stage full of blood was not made by it.

Although the charred corpses stopped, the crisis was not resolved. The only survivor on the stage was frightened by this scene and collapsed on the ground, covering his eyes and trembling. He could not continue to act.

The charred corpses around him could no longer bear it and stood up one after another.