Infinite Doomsday Escape

Chapter 432 Extracting the Script
The female announcer then announced: "Act 2, Possession."

The strange light flickered in the haunted house, like a signal.

Those revived ghosts were covered with a layer of blood, becoming even more ferocious. They surrounded Lan Xiaye and formed a strange formation.

The color of blood permeated their bodies, and their entities turned into blood mist, lingering above the formation.

Not good! Very bad!

Lan Xiaye was about to teleport away from this strange formation, but the strange coldness deep in her soul was hitting her brain, giving her a splitting headache.

Seeing that he was about to fall into despair, Lan Xiaye's eyes fixed, he took out a sharp knife and stabbed his thigh hard.

The pain brought Lan Xiaye clarity and temporarily suppressed the evil spirit that was fighting with her for her body.

After waking up, Lan Xiaye immediately teleported away from the ghostly light and the ghosts. She teleported all the way to the door of the haunted house, leaned against the door, and stared at the ghosts who had not yet reacted.

These ghosts are the result of pure evil thoughts and resentment. They are completely irrational and driven by evil spirits.

The purpose is to intimidate Lan Xiaye and bring her a sense of horror and guilt.

Once Lan Xiaye has similar negative emotions, it will be the best time for the evil spirit to take over his body.

Unfortunately, Lan Xiaye remained calm and did not give the evil ghost any chance.

The chill in Lan Xiaye's mind continued to spread, and the evil ghost unwillingly wanted to continue possessing her.

But Lan Xiaye's will was very firm, and for a moment, the man and the ghost were stuck in a stalemate.

It's not a good idea to drag it on like this, Lan Xiaye thought.

The way to end the play is to give the stage a reasonable and wonderful ending.

The plot of the stage now has come to a reversal - possession by evil spirits.

So if Lan Xiaye wants to end the play, he has to create a more exciting reversal that is more unexpected to the audience than being possessed by an evil spirit.

This can not only ensure the integrity of the stage play, but also enhance the excitement of the story.

Lan Xiaye recalled some long-lost theatrical knowledge deep in her memory and soon came up with an idea.

She just looked at the ghost who had reacted and was floating over hurriedly, without panicking, and revealing an unfathomable smile.

Lan Xiaye propped up her head, as if she was feeling the evil spirit in her brain. "I really managed to force you out. The sacrifice of my companions was worth it."

This sentence made the evil ghost, which was constantly emitting coldness and attacking Lan Xiaye's brain, pause.

The smiling screenwriter assassin froze, "What the hell?"

Looking at the unfathomable Lan Xiaye, the assassin who thought he had won this time suddenly felt uneasy.

The assassin suppressed his anxiety and comforted himself by talking to himself: "It's okay, my plan is perfect, no one can escape the final killing. I will definitely be able to successfully write the script and survive, this Lan Xiaye is just playing tricks!"

But the uneasiness was like a thick shadow, growing bigger and bigger, shrouding the assassin's heart.

The screenwriters sitting next to the assassin felt a sense of sadness, as if the rabbit had died and the fox had grieved.

But there was no other way. In order to survive, the screenwriters worked their brains frantically, drawing lessons from the assassins and thinking about how they could successfully complete the script and survive.

Everyone looked at Lan Xiaye.

Lan Xiaye nodded compassionately to the ghosts of Jiang Qingmei and others, and put his hands together, "My companions, your sacrifice is worth it."

The evil ghost hesitated and stopped.

Lan Xiaye sneered, "Evil ghost, I finally caught you."

"You've caused trouble everywhere, and the organization has long wanted to take you back. We didn't expect you to be so cunning. You never showed up in the face of our search."

"In order to catch you, we set up this big plan, sacrificing our teammates to lure you out."

"Our mission is finally accomplished." Lan Xiaye smiled with satisfaction, "I will take you back to the organization."

As soon as the words fell, the evil spirit in his mind began to twist wildly, but this time, its purpose was to escape from Lan Xiaye's brain. "You can't escape." Lan Xiaye lowered his eyes and whispered, his expression unpredictable.

boom--

The lights went out, the red curtain closed, and the show ended.

The assassin yelled at the top of his lungs: "This is unreasonable! This is not the setting I wrote! Why should the evil spirit be afraid! Go ahead, possess her, kill that guy!"

No one responded to him.

The screenwriters sitting next to him looked at the assassin with pity, and even moved away from him for fear of being splashed by the exploding flesh and blood.

"Why should we consider her to have completed the performance..." Knowing that his death was imminent, the assassin slumped on the sofa with a dull look in his eyes.

In fact, the assassin knows that he does not have much control over the stage. As long as Lan Xiaye's additions and modifications to the settings are reasonable and there are reversals, it will be a wonderful performance.

Even if she finished the play.

But he was unwilling to give up! He was only one step away from surviving...

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boom--

The assassin was blown into a pile of flesh and blood with reluctance.

Just when everyone thought everything was over, the director suddenly appeared.

He floated above the assassin's body with his big fat belly.

The show had ended and Lan Xiaye returned to her seat and looked at it in surprise.

The director seemed to be in a very good mood. His small eyes were narrowed into slits when he smiled, and combined with his fleshy face, he looked particularly sinister and evil.

He raised his hand and extracted something from the assassin's body.

Gradually, a script took shape.

The director looked at the script, waved his hand, changed the name of the script and the author's name, and left with the script in satisfaction.

Among the screenwriters, only a long-haired girl wearing glasses saw this scene.

She trembled, her eyes filled with fear and anger, as if she realized something.

From other people's perspectives, the director extracted the script written by the assassin and left with satisfaction.

Lan Xiaye looked thoughtfully at the place where the director disappeared.

Will the director keep the script he is satisfied with?
and then?
It’s probably about turning them into your own scripts and then putting them up for the actors to perform.

Compared to the script written by the screenwriter team, the director's control over the stage is terrifyingly strong, and the actors have no way to use their brains to modify the settings and change the deadlock.

If you are unlucky and get a character that is doomed to die, there will be no hope for survival.

Lan Xiaye rubbed her temples. After sitting in the audience and watching the performance for such a long time, and concentrating on performing on the stage and breaking the deadlock, she felt a little tired.

But the theater does not give them any buffer or rest time.

Soon, the next show began.

And so, in performance after performance, many people died.

Among the dead were actors and screenwriters.

The dusk theater is still full of lights and running at high speed.

Lan Xiaye, the audience, and the screenwriters in the audience had no idea how much time had passed.

A rough estimate is that at least twenty-four hours have passed.

But they didn't rest at all. As soon as the performance ended, a new performance would be released immediately.