Chapter 367 Weird Stage

"Could it be that...the ashes floating in the sky are the coins burning in the brazier?" Someone solemnly expressed his judgment.

At this time, the paper ashes have fallen.

Although I don’t know what the paper dust does, no one wants to let it fall on them.

Everyone kept blowing and fanning in an attempt to remove the ashes, but the ashes seemed not to be affected by the airflow at all and fell straight down.

Finally, the first piece of ashes fell on a person's body, and the moment it touched the skin, a shrill scream sounded.

"ah!!"

I saw a big hole burned out of the man's arm!

Everyone's expression changed instantly. If the ashes from the sky fell all over their bodies, wouldn't they be burned alive? !

"Ah!"

"my face!"

Screams continued to sound, and balls of fire burst out from everyone.

Xiao Chuxia's hair was directly burned to a crisp, which made her, who had always loved beauty, burst into a scream and wave her arms desperately, mainly to cover her face for fear of being disfigured.

Even though her slender arms were burned with blood holes, she still endured the pain and covered her face tightly.

Amy gave her a strong ability to endure pain.

Everyone ran for their lives, no one dared to stay, and desperately tried to find a room to hide.

Fang Xiu flashed and moved among the ashes. At this time, there were many gaps between the ashes, giving him enough room to move. However, as time went by, there were more and more ashes, and even he would not be immune.

Little bits of ashes fell on his shoulder, and the flesh and blood on his shoulder were instantly blurred, and strong pain came, but Fang Xiu's expression remained calm without any change.

This pain was nothing to him.

Fortunately, it was not too far from the house. In just a few dozen seconds, everyone rushed into the house.

The house was very empty inside, surrounded by darkness. It was difficult to see the way ahead, with visibility of less than one meter.

Everyone entered and didn't even care to look at their surroundings. They all bared their teeth and even screamed in severe cases.

For example, Xiao Chuxia burst into tears.

"Oooh...my hair!"

I saw that Xiao Chuxia's original waterfall-like long hair had turned into a dog-gnawed hair, with pieces of burnt patches, and even the top of her head was burned by ashes, turning into the Mediterranean Sea.

For her who always loved beauty, this was simply more uncomfortable than killing her.

But there were many people who were worse off than her. The worst person was already beyond recognition, his face was scorched, even one of his eyeballs had melted, his lips had completely disappeared, and his white teeth were exposed.

The ones in the best condition are Fang Xiu and Yang Ming.

Fang Xiu was the first to rush into the house due to his strong physical fitness, so he was less burned by the ashes.

Yang Ming, on the other hand, thought out of desperation, picked up the brazier, put it on his head, and rushed in with the brazier on his head.

The ashes that could burn everything could not harm the brazier at all.

Just when everyone was in shock, a strange singing voice suddenly sounded in the dark room!

The mournful drama floated in the darkness.

Hearing the sound of opera singing, everyone felt like the world was spinning, their consciousness seemed to be dizzy, and they were almost unsteady on their feet.

"Cunning! There is also cunning here!"

Some people screamed in panic, and their inner defenses were on the verge of collapse. Since entering the Zhou Mansion, no matter where they go, they will always encounter all kinds of tricks, making people exhausted and unable to breathe for a moment.

This sense of despair is different from when they were at the burial place. At the burial place, they at least had the power to resist, and they could fight to the death even if they were in a desperate situation.

But in Zhou Mansion, all strength is lost, resistance will be in vain, and it seems that the only thing that can be done is to escape.

The stronger the person, the harder it is to accept this psychological gap.

Just like if you lose your job with a monthly salary of 3,000 yuan, you may feel sad for a while, and then you will find another job at the worst possible time.

But if you have assets of over 100 million and go bankrupt, this psychological gap is enough to make people jump off the building.

Everyone has this kind of mentality now. If they were only first-level spiritual masters, they would be able to accept this situation.

After all, first-level spiritual masters are often exhausted when dealing with weird things.

However, everyone is at the lowest level of the fourth level, and many of them are at the peak of the fourth level, or even the fifth level. They have long been accustomed to using power to solve everything. Once they lose their power, those with poor psychological quality may even perform worse than a first-level spiritual master.

Just as everyone was panicking, the sound of the opera singers became louder and louder, and everyone's consciousness became increasingly blurred. There was even a faint tendency to lose control of their bodies, and they began to walk towards the source of the opera singers.

Everyone was shocked and smacked themselves in the mouth, and some even started hitting the wall directly, trying to use the pain to fight against the singing.

But all to no avail.

The sound of opera singers is getting louder and louder. It is foreseeable that if this continues, everyone will be controlled by the opera singers and become puppets.

"It's over! It's dead. It's ashes outside, there's weird noises inside, it's death inside and out!"

At this time, Yang Ming's calm voice sounded: "Everyone be quiet, there is nothing to panic about in this small scene."

Just when everyone thought he had a solution, Yang Ming turned to look at Fang Xiu and smiled sheepishly: "Brother Xiu, what should we do now?"

"Let's go." Fang Xiu only replied with one word, and then walked straight towards the source of the singing sound.

Yang Ming was immediately delighted and followed him without thinking, as did Li Xiaoru and others.

Only Lu Ziming and others at the burial ground looked at each other.

At such a distance, he was almost drowned by the singing of opera. Now, instead of avoiding it, he went straight to the source of the sound.

Fang Xiu's behavior was tantamount to suicide in the eyes of everyone.

Lu Ziming's eyes flickered, and without much hesitation, he followed him directly. He guessed that Fang Xiu must know many secrets of Zhou Mansion.

Others finally made the same choice.

In fact, Lu Ziming's guess was right. Fang Xiu did know the source of the singing. He had already found out from the pawnshop.

Anyway, he could get it for free, so he naturally asked all the information of Zhou Mansion.

Except for the core area where the forbidden heart was located, the information could not be found through the pawnshop, and there was nothing in Zhou Mansion that he didn't know.

The group went straight to the source of the sound. The opera voice in their ears became louder and louder, and the impact on everyone became more and more serious, and even hallucinations appeared in front of their eyes.

Suddenly, everyone found a ray of light in the distance.

In the light, a dilapidated five-meter square stage stood quietly, and under the stage were red lacquered chairs.

Everyone then realized that the room they were in was actually a big theater.

Seeing the strange stage, everyone felt a chill.

On the stage, there were two strange human figures in costumes singing, one of them had a black face and the other had a white face, their faces were stiff, but the music was sad and beautiful.

Under the stage, there were more than a dozen corpse-like figures sitting on the red lacquered chairs, listening to the opera motionlessly.

Seeing this strange scene, everyone felt their hair stand on end.

The strange breath coming from the strange stage made people feel cold all over.