Restricted area grave keeper

Chapter 43 Silent Drama

In the middle of the village is a stage that has been abandoned for a long time. The stage is so dilapidated that it has obviously been through the years.

The stage was one meter high, and all kinds of waste newspapers were plastered on the side, like an alternative decoration.

Most of the newspapers were incomplete, and some even had only one corner, covered with large and small black letters, the handwriting was blurred, and it was hard to see clearly, as if it was covered by some strange power.

The three sides of the stage were completely covered by newspapers, only the newspaper on the right edge seemed to have been torn off, exposing the dark red stage itself.

Weeds were overgrown around the stage, and the stage was empty and dark. Four white candles stood at the four corners of the stage, as if they had just been lit for a while.

The flames swayed in the wind that came in from the hole in the wall, dancing silently. In the faint light of the fire, everything on the stage became faintly visible.

Mo Qingcheng swore that she had never seen such a weird stage.

The countertop is bright blood red, as if fresh blood has just flowed out. The whole body is made of wooden planks, and many places are sunken downwards, forming holes of various sizes. Unknown roots emerge from the holes. , the arms are thick and thin, spreading out and growing, as if they have become a part of the stage.

The floor is mixed with red and green, and the background behind the wall is also a piece of red, which seems to be splashed casually, outlining a piece of fiery red ruins, which makes the whole picture more like blood and fire.

The stained white curtain had long since fallen off, covering half of the table casually, slightly bulging, and it was unknown what was hidden underneath.

Looking at it, Mo Qingcheng couldn't help shivering. She felt that this thing was like the white cloth used to cover corpses in the mortuary.

A small stage actually brought her a terrifying feeling of being in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

She felt uneasy, the stage was obviously not like this when she came last time, and there were no lit white candles at the four corners of the stage. Could it be that someone had rearranged the stage?

However, all the people in the village are monsters. It is impossible for monsters to have a hobby of listening to operas, right?

It is also worth noting that the force near the stage that can compel people to speak has disappeared...

Mo Qingcheng remembered very clearly that the last time when everyone entered the Silent Village and escaped here, someone made a noise involuntarily and had his tongue ripped off and died.

Some people covered their mouths tightly, but their mouths were almost scratched and blood was overflowing, but they still couldn't resist that force.

It was an irresistible force.But now, it's gone.

"Is it because of the white ink?" Mo Qingcheng couldn't help thinking.

After all, along the way, the monsters in Buyu Village have been avoiding Bai Mo, and the entire restricted area seems to be compromising for his arrival, not daring to do anything in front of him.

She looked at Bai Mo, but saw that the latter was looking at the stage with a dull expression, his eyes were a little confused.

"What's the matter, have you been to this place before?" She couldn't help asking.

With previous experience, she dared to speak in a low voice now.

"No, just a strange feeling."

Bai Mo shook his head, staring at the stage in a daze, feeling inexplicably desolate in his heart, it was an indescribable emotion.

But at this moment, the flames from the four corners of the stage suddenly rose up, the candles melted faster, the stage was obviously brighter, the blood and fire on the background wall seemed to be dancing, the air on the stage was hot and distorted, like It's really burning with flames.

At the same time, there were suddenly a few more people on the stage.

They were dressed in dilapidated costumes from the old era, which obviously did not match their muscular bodies. They looked a little funny, with masks painted in different colors on their faces. As soon as they came on stage, they twisted their fingers, sang and danced, and their movements were a little stiff.

Mo Qingcheng was startled, the ones on the stage were none other than those guys who entered the Silent Village with them before!

Although these people all wore facial makeup, she still recognized them, especially one of them impressed her deeply, it was clearly the guy who lost his head and could still talk!
It was some distance away from the stage. She tried her best to look, and she could vaguely see a red line on the man's neck.

She was creepy.

Bai Mo also recognized these guys who suddenly appeared on the stage, he was suspicious, didn't they mean that these guys left, why did they come here again?

After thinking about it, he simply pointed the camera at the stage.

On the stage, a Zhuang with black facial makeup was very devoted, his expression was just right, and the emotional ups and downs in his gestures were quite contagious-this is undoubtedly an excellent performance.

But his heart kept crying.

This person is Wu Qing. Although he is not dead yet, it is no different from death. Except for consciousness, every part of his body no longer belongs to him, but is dominated by some unknown existence.

The same is true for the other people on the stage. They are all corpses, but they are all manipulated to come to this stage to sing.

The Underworld Organization this time is worthy of its name, and basically everyone on this trip has fallen into the Underworld.

Under the stage, Bai Mo watched all this quietly with the camera on his shoulders.

Everyone was quite involved in the performance, and their expressions changed subtly, as if with a suppressed emotion, but Bai Mo's expression was numb, and he couldn't feel it at all.

These people kept opening and closing their lips, as if they were singing an opera, but the whole stage was silent, everything was silent, not even the sound of the cracking of the wooden boards could be heard, just like a mime.

The candlelight flickered, and the stage flickered, just like the broken walls on the background wall, hidden in a burst of fire.

It's a silent drama.

It was clearly a rather weird scene, but for some reason, Bai Mo was quite fascinated by it... even though he couldn't understand it at all.

The shadow under him was constantly distorted by the candlelight, and soon returned to normal.

Vaguely, he seemed to hear a rhythmic beat, and someone hummed an unknown tune, which seemed to be exactly what the people on the stage were performing, with a mellow and twisted tone, with some unknown meaning.

Suddenly, the minor tune stopped abruptly.

He felt lost, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that the drama on the stage was over.

The fragile wooden boards of the stage were trampled to pieces, leaving dark holes, and blood-colored sawdust scattered all over the place.

There was only one figure left on the stage, he bowed slightly to the audience, and walked backstage silently.

The four white candles had just burned out.

"Clap clap clap..."

After a short period of silence, Bai Mo clapped his hands and praised as if waking up from a dream.

"it is good!"

The applause and admiration were so loud, it seemed quite abrupt in the silent village, and Mo Qingcheng was taken aback.

She felt that something was wrong with Bai Mo's state, she opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything.

An old-fashioned tape recorder, a stage with a sense of age, a silent drama...

All in all, something seems to follow.

She suddenly felt that the restricted area might not be as simple as a restricted area. There must be some terrible secret hidden behind it.

Withdrawing her thoughts, she saw Bai Mo put down the camera and walked towards the back of the stage. Without hesitation, she quickly followed.

Bai Mo pushed open the small door behind the stage, seeing darkness in front of him.

In the next second, four white candles ignited without warning, illuminating the room.

This is a square hut, surrounded by cold iron walls, the ground is covered with dry grass, which looks very messy, the ground and walls are covered with mottled red paint, like broken writing, giving people a rather depressing feeling.

On the innermost black iron wall, there are two large holes the thickness of an arm. The iron sheet is protruding, and the edges are quite irregular, as if something has been torn from the wall.

Next to the wall on the left is an altar, on which there are signs next to each other, with no names on them, only a series of numbers from 21 to [-].

Mo Qingcheng followed behind Bai Mo, looked around carefully, saw the altar, she was stunned, and said softly: "This is..."

"It's a spirit card."

Bai Mo took her words, his eyes fell on the blue guqin beside the altar, and he plucked the strings lightly.

All the strings were broken, and there was no sound, which was quite strange.

Mo Qingcheng suddenly became nervous.

On the altar, 21 spirit cards trembled violently.

(End of this chapter)