Chapter 274 The Show Begins

Youqi was like a walking atmosphere terminator. After he said that, Tang Shirou's hand trembled and she threw the paper head on the ground.

After the head rolled on the ground for a few rounds, it hit the box, made a very light "dong" sound, and stopped.

But what no one expected was that the stopped paper head shook and just turned its face towards where Tang Shirou was standing.

Under the rough craftsmanship, the corners of the eyes were slightly tilted as if they were torn, and the position of the mouth was fiercely scratched with a red pen, which felt as if it was smiling at her.

A chill spread along Tang Shirou's spine.

The next second, it spread throughout the body.

The night fell quickly, just like last night. The lake under the night was slowly shrouded by a mist blowing from nowhere. The three teams were cautiously huddled in their respective rooms.

All the candles were lit, but no one made a sound.

They were all waiting.

Waiting for the drum sound as the opening horn of the good show, and for Master Huang.

Three heads were placed in the corner of the room. Under the dim candlelight, the fat man only took a glance and was frightened to the point that his hair stood up.

Although these paper heads looked crudely made during the day, they actually came alive with their teeth bared when they were flickered by the candlelight at night.

Later, the doctor explained to him that although these paper heads were crudely made, they were all made with great effort. The craftsman was an old hand, and every stroke was made with the spirit in mind, which was not something that ordinary craftsmen could do.

The fat man didn't quite understand what he heard, but he knew that the doctor was very good at painting, especially sketching. He could outline the most important spirit of a person with just a few strokes. It was with the doctor's paintings that Xia Meng was found.

It is said that art is interlinked, and these two should be similar.

He thought to himself.

"Hmm?" The next second, the fat man's eyes suddenly moved.

"Why are you so startled?" Xia Meng asked in a low voice. She was also nervous at the moment, and the fat man's sudden voice interrupted her thoughts.

Jiang Cheng turned his head, stared at him and asked: "What's wrong?"

The fat man didn't speak at first. After a while, he asked in a low voice with a not very confident tone: "Did you hear anything just now?"

"No."

"What did you hear?" Jiang Cheng asked back.

"I don't know either." The fat man said honestly: "It was rustling, as if it was something." He paused, thought for a while, swallowed his saliva and said: "Swimming in the lake."

Hearing this, Xia Meng's expression changed immediately, "Are you sure?"

"No." The fat man was a little nervous, "But I really"

"Bang!"

The eyes of the three people changed at the same time.

It was the sound of drums.

Although it was not very loud, it could be said to be clear in this quiet night.

The sound of the drums was ethereal, along the lake, and spread far away.

"Bang!"

Another sound.

"Take the things and let's go," Jiang Cheng put on the paper head first, then slowly opened the door a crack.

The lake outside was shrouded in mist, even covering the lake surface. If it weren't for the solemn atmosphere, it would really be like a fairyland on earth.

Fatty and Xia Meng also put on the paper heads and followed Jiang Cheng out.

The vision was not good now, and the three of them were all wearing costumes and paper heads. Without hearing the sound, it was difficult to tell who was who.

In this way, the three of them groped their way to the lake, and during the period, each of them pulled the sleeve of another person.

This was Jiang Cheng's idea. After all, in this ghost place, even if you disappear for a minute, the one who comes back may be someone else.

The other two teams were faster than them. At this moment, they had already met up and were standing by the lake, looking at the other side.

There was a faint light on the other side of the lake.

At first there were only a few, then more than a dozen, and finally dozens of them. They were all bright red lanterns, floating on the lake and wandering in the mist.

Like a pair of blood-red eyes that have been dug out.

"The drums have already sounded, there is no time to lose," An Xuan's voice came from a head, "Let's gather at the designated location first, and then start preparing."

No one objected, this was decided from the beginning.

After walking half a circle along the lake, they finally found a secluded house at the location marked on the paper.

It seemed that no one had been to this house for a long time. When the wooden door was pushed open, it made a long, harsh "creaking" sound.

The moonlight was very good tonight. Against the backdrop of the bright moonlight, two square red sedan chairs were placed in the open space in front of them.

The curtains in front of the sedan door were lifted and tucked in on both sides, and there was only one seat inside.

The sedan chair was painted with colorful auspicious patterns all around, which was very festive. It looked like it was used by wealthy families to welcome the bride.

But at this moment, no one felt festive, because the play they were going to perform today was to use these two red sedan chairs to welcome the bride.

The bride was received at three o'clock in the night.

"Have you memorized all the steps?" It was An Xuan's voice again, but at this moment, his usually calm tone also had a little ups and downs.

"The people in our room, plus Brother Chen, are the first group," An Xuan said, "After the third drum, we will go up first, and the rest of the people will be the second group, waiting for the fourth drum to go up and support."

"Remember." An Xuan lowered his voice and emphasized, "After the play begins, everyone should not speak, do not make any unnecessary movements beyond the requirements, and do not take off the paper and costumes to avoid changes."

"Five drums mean changing the sedan chair, and the people in the sedan chair don't need to move. Six drums mean the two groups of people will carry the sedan chairs and disperse from the left and right, then gather here. When the seventh drum sounds, the play will be over."

"Okay." He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, the eyes of the paper man's head faintly reflecting the light, "I hope everyone can get through this safely."

After the voice fell, the two groups of people each rushed to their own red sedan chair, which was all discussed before.

One group of five people, four sedan chair bearers, and one "bride".

Since it is a bride, it is natural for a woman to play it, so only Tang Shirou is suitable in Anxuan's group, and there are two women in Jiangcheng's group, Xia Meng and Zuo Jing.

Although they are all acting, at least from a sensory point of view, playing the bride is more dangerous, although the script does not mention who is getting married late at night.

But anyone with a long head knows that the groom is Master Huang.

Because he is the protagonist tonight.

To put it bluntly, all of them were just supporting roles.

Just when the fat man thought that Xia Meng and Zuo Jing, two women who looked very smart, would argue over this matter, Zuo Jing actually accepted the task easily.

This really shocked the fat man.

It seemed that in Zuo Jing's eyes, the bride betrothed to the young master of the Huang family was safer.