Mysterious Resurrection: Seize the Artifact

Chapter 174 The Jiangnan trick (2)

The blood moon above the sky moved slowly, beside the stone tablet engraved with "Ghost Show in the South of the Yangtze River", the gloomy young man stared gloomyly at the lanterns that stopped chasing not far away, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After the woman suppressed his ghost and revived, another teammate who was lying on the ground also got up from the ground. He is in a very bad condition now, and there is a strong corpse smell all over his body, as if he was a dead body. Like a corpse that had been dead for months.

"I'm about to recover, and it won't take more than a day at most."

Hearing this, the shadowy youth subconsciously wanted to stay away from this guy. Smelling the unbearable stench of corpses, the shadowy youth frowned even deeper:
"Cheng Yu, is there a way to suppress it? The time we need for this mission will certainly not be just one day. I don't want you to suddenly wake up when you are completing the mission."

Hearing the words of the Yinyi youth, Cheng Yu was a little silent, his face was numb, his eyes were empty, and he just shook his head calmly:
"I have no way to suppress it. The thing that can suppress Li Gui's recovery was used when I resisted Li Gui just now."

The shadowy young man looked at Cheng Yu, who had empty eyes and a numb expression, and replied in such a calm tone, his pupils suddenly shrank:

"Is it true that Li Gui is about to recover? Even the most basic emotions have disappeared."

"Cheng Yu, there is really no way? If you revive the ghost, our chances of success in this mission will be even less." The woman looked up at Cheng Yu and asked anxiously.

"No." Cheng Yu still shook his head and said.

The shadowy young man was a little silent, and turned his head to look at the brightly lit stage behind him. On the stage, five or six ghosts in costumes were performing, and the strange and melodious opera voice rang in his ears. He knew that waiting would be more dangerous.

Feeling the coldness on Cheng Yu's body, the Yinyi youth gritted his teeth, and took out a thumb-sized bottle from his pocket, which contained some black powder. Looking at the bottle in his hand, a pain flashed across the face of the Yinyin youth:
"Use this first, these ghost fans should be able to suppress your ghost recovery for a while, enough for us to complete this mission."

Cheng Yu stared at the ghost powder in the hands of the young man Yin, and was silent for a while, then took it, opened the bottle, and poured all the black powder in the bottle on his body, without any doubt that the young man would cheat him.

This is actually not difficult to understand, depending on the current situation, if he dies, their chances of completing this mission are no more than [-]%, and with him, they can have a [-]% chance, so he is not worried that the shadowy youth will harm him.

It wasn't worth it to him. The moment those black ghost fans touched his skin, more than half of the corpse odor on Cheng Yu's body dissipated, and the coldness that shrouded his body also dissipated a little.

Although it has not completely disappeared, it is enough. Cheng Yu can clearly feel that the ghost in his body is not continuing to recover. Feeling this situation, there is a flash of hope in Cheng Yu's eyes, the hope of living...

Seeing that Cheng Yu's condition was much better, the Yinyi youth and the woman also breathed a sigh of relief:

"Okay, now that we have suppressed Li Gui's recovery, let's complete the task as soon as possible, we are running out of time."

The shadowy young man looked at the stage behind him with deep eyes, and said.

"Well, find the red coffin with the coffin nails as soon as possible, and deliver the letter as soon as possible. Only in this way can we have a chance to leave here alive!"

The woman's voice was a little low, and she also said while staring at the crowded stage over there.

Cheng Yu didn't speak, but just listened. The Yinyi youth nodded. They knew this truth very well. Only by delivering the letter would they have a chance to leave this horrible ghost place alive.

Without continuing to talk, the three of them walked directly towards the stage, stepped over the stone tablet, and rushed to the stage with a solemn heart.

The three of them were very serious. This mission was the most dangerous and terrifying mission they had ever undertaken. It was not that they had not sent red letters before, but those were far less dangerous than this time.

If they hadn't had no choice, they wouldn't have come here. This level of horror shouldn't have been accessible to them, even if all of them came this time were ghost masters.

The destruction of the group is just a carelessness or an accident here, and such carelessness and accidents will continue to happen and appear...

But for the young man in Tang suit, he has already arrived at the auditorium in front of the stage. He said it was an auditorium, but it was actually just a dam the size of a playground.

It's just that such a dam can accommodate nearly ten thousand spectators. Normally speaking, this is simply impossible, but this is a ghost show, and in front of Li Gui, everything is possible.

The young man in Tang suit held an umbrella, squinted his eyes slightly, and looked at a red stool that suddenly appeared in front of him. This is an ordinary stool:
"Ghost stool or ghost theater chair."

"The old man said that once you get to the stage, you have to sit down and enjoy a show before you can leave, otherwise you will die."

Right now on this dam, there is already a sea of ​​people, the rows of red stools are full of people, the youths in Tang suits look at those ordinary people sitting on the stools, their faces are frightened, the corners of their mouths are trembling, but they dare not say a word. A flash of understanding flashed in his eyes:
"Is this the recovery of thinking?"

I glanced over and found that there are many people who look terrified and pale, but dare not move. These are people who will recover their thinking by chance.

Of course, these are only a small part, and most of them are ordinary people with dull eyes and smiling faces. These people made a rough estimate, at least 4000 people.

The young man in Tang suit shook his head, held an umbrella, and sat down on it. The moment he sat on the red stool, his face changed slightly, and a look of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

Turning his head and looking around, he found that something was wrong. After he got on the stool, the scene he saw was completely different. At the moment, there were many ordinary people sitting around him, and all of these ordinary people had sallow skin and sunken eye sockets. His lips were blue and his hair was dry. If he hadn't seen them breathing, the young man in Tang suit would have doubted whether these people were dead.

Seeing these people, he immediately understood what was going on:

"Are these the people who have been sitting here listening to the show since the very beginning, and have never left?"

"I heard from my grandpa that some ordinary people will always fall into the ghost show after being attracted by it. If there is no reminder from others, they will keep listening to it until they starve to death..."

"Of course, it's useless to remind this kind of people. If you remind them hastily, it may harm them. You must know that there are rules for singing operas, and there are rules for listening to operas. If you don't follow the rules rashly, generally speaking The result is just one, and that is death!"

"You have to understand that this is a ghost opera, not a human opera. If it is a human opera, the listeners can be more casual, no one will care about it, but ghosts are different. Their rules are the rules, and they will die if they don't follow them. Follow the rules!"

(End of this chapter)