Nightmare Apostle

At the same time, Kuang Hongyi outside the courtyard gate was not having a good time either. After confirming the change in the singing voice, he knew that the ghost play had officially begun, so he immediately raised the red lantern to send a signal and lit the welcoming incense in his hand.

Soon after, a mist came from a distance, covering everything around at a very fast speed. The fog was shadowy and the visibility was no more than 5 meters. Gradually, a line of figures emerged from the mist and walked straight towards the courtyard gate.

Kuang Hongyi followed the old man's teachings, calmed his mind, held three welcoming incense sticks, smiled slightly, and nodded to the visitor.

Not daring to look directly into the eyes of the visitor, Kuang Hongyi could only look at him with his peripheral vision. Most of the people who came were men, wearing gray cloth clothes, black shoes and black pants, and a linen belt tied around their waists. This was the dress of the servants in the mansion.

These people came in groups of three or five. Except for their stiff movements and not talking to each other, they were no different from living people in other aspects.

As the singing in the courtyard became more and more intense, more and more figures emerged from the mist, including a strong man in a black shirt and shorts, and a young woman in a dark blue satin dress with small steps.

The former was obviously a martial arts master who guarded the mansion, and Kuang Hongyi judged that the latter was a maid in the mansion.

These people had no obvious external injuries on their bodies. If nothing unexpected happened, they were all scapegoats for Master Feng's family.

Fortunately, most of these people ignored him and walked into the courtyard to listen to the opera with slightly stiff steps. Occasionally, a few eyes swept towards him, but they were all naturally avoided by Kuang Hongyi with actions such as lowering his head.

The fog gradually became thicker, carrying heavy water vapor. I don't know when the ground outside the courtyard gate became wet. If you look closely, you can still see wet shoe prints extending all the way from the depths of the fog.

Kuang Hongyi took a deep breath. He knew that his judgment was correct. These guests looked well-behaved, but they were actually drowned ghosts who had been dead for who knows how long.

Rustle...

A strange sound made Kuang Hongyi alert instantly. These drowned ghosts made sounds when they walked, but this sound was different. It was obviously more agile.

Looking in the direction of the sound, he saw a head sticking out from behind a crooked tree not far in front. It was not clear through the fog, but Kuang Hongyi was sure that the other party was staring at him.

"Be calm, just pretend nothing happened." Kuang Hongyi looked away calmly and continued to nod to the approaching guests.

Rustling...

No guests appeared for the time being, and the sound sounded again, approaching him quickly. When Kuang Hongyi came to his senses, the sneaky figure had already arrived in front of him. Kuang Hongyi held his breath, suppressed the instinct to escape, lowered his head slightly, tried not to look at the face of the person, held three welcoming incense sticks, and nodded with a smile.

But the other party actually spoke, and the first sentence shocked Kuang Hongyi on the spot, "Brother Kuang, something happened in the lake!"

This person seemed to have traveled a long way, breathing rapidly, and out of breath, "Butler Liu asked me to inform you that both of you in the lake are dead. You can't perform ghost plays tonight. If you continue to perform, something big will happen!"

Kuang Hongyi looked up and down at the person who came with his peripheral vision. He was a man, probably in his early 30s, dressed like a servant, and looked familiar, but Kuang Hongyi couldn't remember where he had seen him.

Seeing that Kuang Hongyi didn't move, the visitor was anxious. He kept looking into the fog, as if he was worried that something would suddenly come out. "Brother Kuang, what are you still hesitating about? Come in with me. The one who is singing can't be saved. Take the other one away!"

At this moment, Kuang Hongyi was very calm. He ignored the visitor and turned to look at the other side, just as if he didn't exist.

This is not a human, but a ghost in disguise. To be honest, the acting is acceptable and the expression is in place, but the timing is too bad.

He came too early.

After all, from the time he released the lantern to now, it was only an incense stick of time at most. In an incense stick of time, Shi Dali and Shi Guanming died. This is impossible. With Shi Dali's shrewd character, he even doubted that the two of them hadn't entered the water yet.

Besides, how far is this place from the lake, plus the fog, it is hard to say whether a person with poor legs and feet can run there in an incense stick of time, not to mention avoiding ghosts that may be encountered along the way.

In addition, there is a little loophole. Kuang Hongyi looked around. Since this man sneaked over, no new "guests" appeared in the fog. What's the matter? This man is very face-saving. He won't come if he comes. Why did Mr. Feng ask Fu Ke to come to the door? It would be better to tie this big brother outside the bedroom door. It's a human-shaped magic weapon, which can physically ward off evil spirits.

At this moment, the man seemed to understand. He stopped talking and his expression became gloomy. His eyes exuded a cold light. He stared at Kuang Hongyi for a few seconds. The man decisively gave up Kuang Hongyi and ran into the yard.

After the man left, a puddle of water was left where he had stood before.

Kuang Hongyi knew that this was a lie, so he planned to cheat someone else. To be honest, he was a little worried about Chu Xi at the first time. After all, this was a newcomer, but thinking of Chu Xi's previous performance, Kuang Hongyi felt that he was worrying too much.

At this moment, the ghost show in the courtyard was getting better and better. Su Tingting on the stage was impeccable in both posture and singing. The paper figures behind him moved without wind, making crackling sounds, as if they were applauding.

Yang Xiao had already gone up to change the tribute once. He remembered the old man's warning and took every step carefully. Fortunately, nothing happened.

These paper figures were attracted by the ghost show on the stage and didn't notice him at all.

The next second, a rustling sound came from behind him. Someone was approaching him. Yang Xiao had heard many footsteps before, but this time was different.

Then there was the sound of a wooden chair being moved. Someone sat down behind him.

Yang Xiao became alert. This was very wrong. The footsteps before suddenly disappeared after approaching. Yang Xiao guessed that the resentful soul had entered the paper man, but how could this time...

"Chu Fu Ke, something happened!" The person behind him approached him, his voice was very low, but urgent, very urgent, "Everyone on the lake is dead, and Steward Liu asked you to leave quickly!"

After a pause, the person behind added hurriedly: "I have informed Brother Kuang. He asked me to inform you before he left. You should run too."

Yang Xiao quickly calmed down and figured out what was going on. It has only been a short time. How could someone die and come to report the news? Besides, brother, don't you think about it? There are ghosts all around here. I put on such ugly makeup and got three injections. I barely got in with a talisman on my face. You just walked in so brazenly?

Are you bullying me for my low IQ, or are these ghosts blind?

Yang Xiao didn't react at all. He stared at the stage like the paper men, and when the wind blew, he would shake his body to cooperate.