Chapter 368 The Person in the Photo

"Gui...Gui is listening to an opera!?"

"Wait, have you noticed that this seems like a funeral ceremony from the last era! Along the way, there are white lanterns with the word "Dian" written on them, and mummies wearing mourning clothes and burning paper money for the dead, and now there is also an opera troupe!

In the last era, when a wealthy family died, they would usually find an opera troupe to perform for several days!"

"Could it be that someone in the Zhou Mansion had died, so these strange things are all in commemoration?" Someone made an absurd guess.

But only Fang Xiu knew that this guess was closest to reality.

According to the information given by the Gui Pawnshop, the Zhou Mansion was indeed holding a funeral, and even the reason why the burial ground was called a burial ground was related to the person who died.

Burial ground, a place of burial.

Who was the dead person?

Zhou Qingfeng!

But there is a problem, Zhou Qingfeng's body was clearly buried in the cemetery at the fourth stop of the Gui train.

Could it be that the person who died in the Zhou Mansion was not Zhou Qingfeng?

All this is still unknown and needs to be explored.

Fang Xiu suppressed his thoughts, walked straight to the red lacquer chair, and sat down in an empty seat at random.

This move shocked everyone.

This... is this to listen to the opera?

Seeing this, Yang Ming and others did not hesitate at all, and directly imitated Fang Xiu's move, found a seat, and then sat down to listen to the opera.

If they hesitated for a second, it would be disrespectful to the prophet.

Next was Lu Ziming, who also hurriedly chose a seat and sat down.

People have a herd mentality, especially like to follow the authority.

The rest of the people looked for seats, but there were not so many red lacquer chairs on the scene.

When everyone sat down, they found that there was still a person standing in the burial ground.

This time, the standing person panicked.

"Get out! Give me the seat!"

"You are dreaming!"

The standing people began to grab seats, and it seemed that the two were about to fight. At this time, the weird opera voice on the stage became more and more loud.

The standing person's eyes were instantly blank, and the whole person seemed to have lost his soul, standing there blankly.

Then, as if receiving an order, he walked towards the stage stiffly.

Everyone looked at the strange scene in front of them, panicking and feeling fortunate at the same time.

It turned out that the most dangerous place was the safest place.

Only those who sat on the red lacquer chair to listen to the opera could survive, and those who stood would be controlled.

They watched the man walk onto the stage, his shroud strangely turned into a costume, and then he knelt uncontrollably in front of the dog-head guillotine.

The black-faced costume ghost walked forward with a stiff face, then held the dog-head guillotine, and kept singing inexplicable opera tunes.

There was only a click.

The knife fell!

The head fell to the ground, and blood gushed out.

The person sitting in the front row was sprayed with blood in his face.

This scene of watching a companion die with one's own eyes was very frightening, fearing that the next one would be himself.

However, the costume ghost did not make any other movements, but continued to sing the opera.

Everyone was relieved, but soon they realized that something was wrong.

The body...can't move!

The red lacquer chair was like a magnet, firmly attracting everyone to it, and no one could even move a finger.

The only thing that could move on the body was the eyes.

The singing continued.

Time passed by, and everyone's heart sank with the passage of time.

How long will it last?

Are they going to sit on the red lacquer chair until they die?

About an hour later, the two black and white costumed ghosts on the stage finally made new moves.

They stopped singing and bowed to everyone like a curtain call.

Then they walked down the stage step by step and walked towards the crowd.

Suddenly, they stopped in front of the first person and stretched out two dry palms, one black and one white.

This person was Wen Jinglong.

Because Wen Jinglong's legs and feet were not in good condition, he was almost the last to choose a seat. At that time, only the first seat in the first row was still empty.

So, one step slow, every step slow.

Wen Jinglong looked at the two ghosts so close, and cold sweat came on the spot.

He wanted to curse, why is it always me who is unlucky! ?

The scene was deadlocked for a while, he struggled desperately, trying to escape, but was stunned.

"Can you move?"

He looked at his raised palm in disbelief, then overjoyed, and hurriedly wanted to escape, but found that only his hands could move.

"Damn it! What is going on!" The cold and strange aura came over him, making him more anxious and panicked.

"They are asking for money." Fang Xiu's calm voice sounded.

"Money?!"

"You can't listen to the weird play for free, you need to pay ghost money."

Wen Jinglong became more and more anxious: "Where is the ghost money now!"

"Brother Xiu, what will happen if you don't pay the reward?" Yang Ming asked curiously.

"It's very simple, the costume ghost will think that you sang badly, and then go back to the stage to continue singing, and keep singing until you are satisfied."

Yang Ming was stunned, obviously he didn't expect the costume ghost to be so real. After all, if it was a normal weird play, if you didn't pay, you would definitely scatter your ashes on the spot.

This costume ghost knows how to find the reason from himself.

"This costume ghost is pretty good~"

"Bullshit!" Li Xiaoru cursed: "If you don't give them money, they will keep singing, and you will never be able to leave this broken chair, you can only sit there until you die!"

Yang Ming realized it later, his face changed drastically: "Isn't this a forced sale? You won't let me leave if I don't pay?"

At this time, the two costume ghosts moved. Perhaps because Wen Jinglong was slow to give them money, they walked towards the next person and stretched out two hands, one black and one white.

Of course, the next person had no money either, so the costume ghosts walked past one by one and soon came to Fang Xiu.

Then Fang Xiu took out a stack of ghost money and handed it to the costume ghost.

"This is the reward money for all of us."

Yang Ming, who was standing by, almost popped his eyes out when he saw this scene.

"Brother Xiu! Didn't you say you had no money?"

"I said before that I didn't have money for burning paper."

Yang Ming: "........."

After the costume ghost took the money, everyone suddenly found that they could leave the red lacquer chair.

"I can move!"

"Me too!"

"Let's go."

Fang Xiu slowly stood up and led everyone to leave the ghost stage. Everyone followed without looking back. No one wanted to stay in this weird place.

After passing through the theater, the group, led by Fang Xiu, turned left and right and finally came to the main hall.

Fang Xiu looked at the main hall in front of him, his eyes moved slightly.

This is the core of Zhou Mansion, and also the place where the Forbidden Heart of Weirdness is located.

Because of the existence of the Forbidden Heart of Weirdness, the Weird Pawnshop cannot obtain any information from it.

Will Zhou Qingfeng be in there too?

He has never forgotten that the pawnshop said that Zhou Qingfeng is still alive and is in the burial ground!

During this period of time, he basically went around the burial ground and Baishi Town, but did not find any trace of Zhou Qingfeng.

If Zhou Qingfeng is really there, he is most likely in the main hall of Zhou Mansion!

Are we finally going to meet?

Fang Xiu stepped forward and pushed open the door of the main hall.

Seeing the scene inside, the people behind him suddenly froze.

In the main hall, there was a coffin with white silk wrapped around it, and on both sides of the coffin were two rows of mummies in mourning clothes kneeling.

The mummies kept wailing, as if they were mourning.

Such a weird scene made everyone's scalp numb.

But Fang Xiu's eyes passed over the crying mummy and stared at the spirit tablet behind the coffin!

The spirit tablet had a name: Zhou Qingfeng.

And above the name was a black and white photo. The person in the photo had a handsome face, strong lines, and a calm expression. It was... Fang Xiu!

(To be later)