After dying a hundred thousand times, I become a god in a strange world

"Jui...Jui is listening to the show!?"

"Wait a minute, have you noticed that this looks like a funeral ceremony from the previous era! Along the way, there are white lanterns with memorial words written on them, mummies wearing mourning clothes and burning coins, and now there is also a troupe!

In the past era, when a wealthy family member died, they would usually find a theater troupe to sing in a play for several days! "

"Could it be that someone died in the Zhou Mansion, so these weird things are being paid tribute to?" Someone put forward a ridiculous guess.

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

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

Burial place, burial place.

Who is the dead person?

Zhou Qingfeng!

But there was a problem. Zhou Qingfeng's body was obviously buried in the cemetery of the fourth station of the mysterious train.

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

All this is not yet known and needs to be explored.

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

This move shocked everyone.

This...is this a show?

When Yang Ming and others saw this, they didn't hesitate at all. They directly imitated Fang Xiu's actions, found seats, and sat down to listen to the show.

Whenever they hesitate for a second, it is disrespect for the prophet.

Next was Lu Ziming, who also quickly picked a seat and sat down.

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

The rest of the people looked for seats one after another, but there were not that many red-painted seats at the scene.

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

At this time, the people standing panicked.

"Go away! Give me your seat!"

"You are dreaming!"

The people standing began to fight for seats, and it seemed that the two were about to fight. At this moment, the weird drama on the stage became more and more intense.

The standing man's eyes suddenly lost sight, and he stood there blankly as if he had lost his soul.

Then, as if he had received an order, he walked stiffly towards the stage step by step.

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

It turns out that the most dangerous place is the safest place.

You can only survive by sitting on a red-painted chair and listening to the opera. Those who stand will be controlled.

They watched helplessly as the man walked onto the stage, his shroud strangely transformed into a costume, and then he knelt down in front of the dog-head guillotine uncontrollably.

The man in black-faced costume stepped forward with a stiff expression, then held the dog-headed guillotine and kept singing inexplicable drama.

Just hear a click.

Hand up and down!

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

The person sitting in the front row had blood sprayed on his face.

This scene of watching the death of your companions is very scary, for fear that you will be next.

However, the costume thief did not make any other moves and continued to sing.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but soon they realized something was wrong.

My body...can't move!

The red paint chair was like a magnet, attracting everyone to it so tightly that no one could even move a finger.

The only thing that can move in the whole body is the eyes.

The singing continued.

Time passed by minute by minute, and everyone's hearts continued to sink as time passed.

When will we hear it again?

Do we have to sit on the red paint chair until death?

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

They stopped singing and saluted everyone as if they were calling a curtain call.

Then he 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 is none other than Wen Jinglong.

Because Wen Jinglong had weak legs and feet, he was almost the last to choose a seat. At that time, only the first seat in the first row was still available.

So, one step is slow and each step is slow.

Wen Jinglong broke into a cold sweat on the spot as he looked at the two strange creatures so close to him.

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

The scene fell into a stalemate for a while. He struggled desperately and tried to escape, but was stunned.

"Can you move?"

He looked at his raised palms in disbelief, and then he was overjoyed. He quickly wanted to run away, but found that only his hands could move.

"Damn it! What the hell is going on!" Sen Han's strange aura came over him, making him more anxious and panicked.

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

"tips?!"

"The trick is not for nothing, you need to give me coins."

Wen Jinglong became more and more anxious: "Where are the Ming coins now?"

"Brother Xiu, what would have happened if the reward was not given?" Yang Ming asked curiously.

"It's very simple. The costume trick will think that you are not singing well, and then return to the stage to continue singing until you are satisfied."

Yang Ming was stunned, obviously he didn't expect the costume to be so weird. After all, if it was just a normal weird thing, your ashes would have been raised on the spot if you didn't pay.

This costume trick also knows how to find the reason from himself.

“This costume is so weird and weird~”

"What a fart!" Li Xiaoru yelled: "If you don't give me any reward, they will keep singing, and you will never be able to leave this broken chair and will have to sit on it until you die!"

Yang Ming realized it later and his face changed drastically: "Isn't this a forced purchase and sale? You won't be allowed to leave without giving me money?"

At this time, the two costumes moved strangely, probably because Wen Jinglong was delayed in giving money. They walked towards the next person, and then stretched out two palms, one black and one white.

Of course, the next person didn't have any money either, so the costume hoodlums walked by one by one and quickly reached Fang Xiu.

Then Fang Xiu took out a stack of Ming coins and handed them to the costume thief.

"This is the bounty for all of us."

Yang Ming's eyes almost popped out when he saw this scene.

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

"I was talking about money without burning paper."

Yang Ming: "..."

After the costume trick took over the money, everyone suddenly found that they could leave the red paint position.

"I can move!"

"Me too!"

"Let's go."

Fang Xiu stood up slowly and led everyone away from the stage. Everyone followed him without looking back. No one wanted to stay in this strange place.

After the group passed through the Grand Theater, led by Fang Xiu, they turned left and right and finally arrived at the main hall.

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

This is the core of the Zhou Mansion and the place where the Forbidden Heart lies.

Because of the existence of the Forbidden Heart, the pawn shop cannot obtain the information.

Will Zhou Qingfeng be there too?

He has never forgotten that the pawnshop said that Zhou Qingfeng was still alive and at the burial place!

During this period of time, he basically visited the burial place and Baishi Town, but found no trace of Zhou Qingfeng.

If Zhou Qingfeng is really there, it is likely to be in the main hall of Zhoufu!

Are we finally going to meet?

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

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

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

The mummies kept wailing from their mouths, as if they were mourning.

Such a strange scene made everyone feel numb.

But Fang Xiu looked past the crying mummy and stared at the spiritual tablet behind the coffin!

The person's name is written on the spirit tablet: Zhou Qingfeng.

There is also a black and white photo posted above the name. The person in the photo has a handsome face, strong lines, and a calm expression. It is... Fang Xiu!

(late)