Infinite Doomsday Escape

Chapter 447 Refund!

"Bang—" The sound of things being thrown and booing came from under the stage.

Lan Xiaye looked distractedly and saw that some of the dark shadows of the audience under the stage suddenly came alive and started booing.

What's worse, there were some shadowy audience members who angrily threw things at the stage. Garbage such as melon seed shells and banana peels that came from nowhere were thrown onto the stage.

The actors in the audience disguised as shadow audiences were startled and turned to look at the shadow audiences beside them who were moving freely and seemed very angry.

——They are actually alive?! Aren’t they just dummies to create atmosphere?

These noises woke up the director, and the gloom and anger on his face instantly turned into tension.

The director hastily dropped the console, picked up the script and regained control of the stage.

It’s a pity that almost everyone on the stage was killed by Lan Xiaye, leaving only a frightened man.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" Coincidentally, this man was the young man who had initially mocked Lan Xiaye. At this moment, he knelt on the ground, kowtowing to Lan Xiaye desperately, begging for mercy.

The director looked at this scene with a headache, and he really couldn't think of how to remedy the situation and make the plot more exciting.

You have to know that he doesn't have any strong screenwriting skills, and he relies entirely on plagiarizing and seizing other people's scripts to stabilize his position.

Now a situation has arisen that is far beyond his ability, and the director has no idea how to make up for this script that was so badly ruined by Lan Xiaye.

He can't even salvage the stage play, even by making it have storytelling value again.

The director held the script in one hand and a pen in the other, but he had no idea where to start and was stuck in place.

There is not a single good story in his script library that can match the current scene.

Perhaps he could control Lan Xia Ye to commit suicide to apologize, and tell a lot of unspeakable secrets, but the director knew that Lan Xia Ye would not cooperate with his performance and would only deliberately make trouble.

What’s the difference between the final ending and a bad ending? The audience still won’t buy it.

How to do?How to do?

As the director remained stubborn, the performance on stage became increasingly dull and boring.

The booing became louder and louder, and some shadowy audience members stood up and left the venue.

Seeing this, the director's forehead was covered with sweat.

"What should I do? What should I do? The boss will definitely be angry if he sees this." The director's little eyes were filled with anxiety and fear.

At this moment, a thin woman in a suit and tie suddenly appeared at the back of the audience and said in a loud voice, "I'm sorry, everyone. We promise to solve this unexpected performance accident immediately. As an apology, we will waive all ticket fees for this performance."

Seeing this, the audience who were about to stand up and leave stopped.

The thin woman immediately smiled, her cheekbones were prominent, her eyes were sharp and capable, she looked like a typical businessman. When she was not smiling, she was intimidating, but once she smiled, her cheekbones rose, the sharpness in her eyes was diluted, and she looked very friendly.

"Everyone can go to the lounge next door to rest for a while. We will deal with the performance incident and then continue the performance."

The shadowy audience nodded.

In the crowd, Sang Ruoyu's eyes flashed, and a bold idea arose in his mind, and he was ready to act.

With such a great opportunity, can't I leave the Dusk Theater? Is it true that the only way to leave the Dusk Theater is to take the dangerous path that Lan Xiaye took?

Sang Ruoyu was determined and said fearlessly, "I don't agree!"

The taskers and the fallen turned into real audiences who heard the sound and looked over, silently watching Sang Ruoyu test the waters. The thin woman, who was the theater owner, looked at Sang Ruoyu, her smile faded, and she looked at him calmly, as if she could see his inner appearance through his dark shadow audience skin.

The boss's face was silent, but he looked intimidating without even getting angry, which made Sang Ruoyu feel nervous and fearful.

Almost subconsciously, I wanted to give up.

At the critical moment, the poisonous insect hidden in his hair bit Sang Ruoyu fiercely, waking him up from the fear and shock as if he was facing his boss/class teacher/domestic abusive father.

Sang Ruoyu's eyes were darting around in fear, but he didn't dare look at his boss. There was a strange mental intimidation from the other person.

When people see her, it is like a mouse seeing a cat, triggering the inferior's instinctive fear of the superior.

Seeing that Sang Ruoyu was slow to speak, the boss finally spoke up, "So what do you think?"

Sang Ruoyu looked down at the ground, "The performance here is really terrible! I don't want to waste my time staying here any longer, I want to refund my ticket and leave!"

Sang Ruoyu said in a serious tone, his voice full of anger.

Seeing that everyone's attention was on Sang Ruoyu, Lan Xiaye simply killed the only survivor on the stage and then tried to jump off the stage.

This time she succeeded without being constrained by the stage.

It must be because the boss stood up and apologized to the audience, which meant that the performance was over and Lan Xiaye would no longer be trapped on the stage.

Her gaze shifted to Sang Ruoyu. Lan Xiaye also wanted to know whether she could succeed. After all, her method of passing the level was not simple.

The boss listened to Sang Ruoyu's words calmly, and then scanned the room, "Is there anyone else who thinks the same as him?"

As her gaze swept across, every live audience member touched lowered their heads, not daring to look at her.

The boss seemed to chuckle, but also seemed not to. Her gaze fell back on Sang Ruoyu's lowered head.

Feeling the boss's sharp gaze, Sang Ruoyu's heart suddenly tightened.

Lan Xiaye pondered, she could understand Sang Ruoyu's attempt. At such a time, if everyone united and asked for a refund and left the venue, under the collective pressure, the boss might give in.

Unfortunately, no one dared to try, and Sang Ruoyu was the only one standing at the center of the storm, which was undoubtedly dangerous.

"It seems like you're the only one who wants to leave, you..." Before the boss could finish his words, he heard scattered voices of agreement.

"I also want to refund my ticket and leave." The middle-aged Zen master walked out of the crowd, turning his Buddhist beads and said calmly.

"Yes! Refund the tickets and leave!" Fu Han said loudly.

As the first, second, and even third person came forward to say they wanted to refund their tickets and leave, more and more voices began to respond.

The boss's face turned pale for a moment, but he quickly forced out a fake smile and said, "Okay, but wait until I deal with this performance accident, and then I will apologize to you all."

She emphasized the two words "good" and said them word by word.

Sang Ruoyu, Fu Han and other temporary allies looked at Lan Xiaye guiltily.

The middle-aged Zen master nodded silently for Lan Xiaye, and his eyes conveyed a signal - I will help you when necessary.