Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 402 The Dead Corpse, Funeral Instruments
"Master, when will the show start?" Lu An clasped his hands.

"Don't worry, the person is not dead yet, don't rush to sing." A middle-aged man beside the old man said.

Lu An was surprised, but he didn't say much, as long as he didn't endanger himself or affect the tasks of the theater, he didn't bother to care about anything else.

"Please have dinner." The white-haired old man sitting in the first seat pointed to the food on the table.

"There are rules in the theatre. The owner doesn't provide food, so he can solve it by himself. I don't want to break the rules. I still hope Haihan." Lu An said.

"Since that's the case, then don't force it. The small building is shabby, please feel free." The white-haired old man said with a smile, but he couldn't help coughing when he spoke.

The three returned to the previous room.

"It's weird, it's really weird. In the theater missions I have experienced before, there will be someone to guide you, but this time it's like a group of people are acting for you." Fang Yuan said.

"This is not surprising. The supernatural power itself is unpredictable, and who can claim to understand the essence of the supernatural, especially now that I have begun to have thoughts. People are becoming more and more like ghosts, and ghosts are becoming more and more like ghosts." People, the concepts of people and ghosts have been confused." Lu An said.

"Do you think that white-haired old man will really die?" Ye Zhen asked.

"Ninety-nine are close to ten, and you must die before 12 o'clock tonight." Lu An said.

"The key point is that there is no stage here." Fang Yuan said.

"The stage has been completed, if you need any stage, I will show up when you need it." Lu An said.

When it was noon, Ye Zhen complained, "I want to drink milk."

Lu An thought for a while, took out a paintbrush from the ghost domain space, and drew in the air. Soon, a glass of milk appeared in front of Ye Zhen, and fast food such as hamburgers and chicken wings appeared on the table.

"I'll go, you still have this hand." Ye Zhen shook the cup and took a sip of milk, exclaiming, "It's exactly the same as real milk."

Fang Yuan picked up a hamburger and ate it. With their state, they can do it without eating or drinking for a few days, but they can enjoy it if they can enjoy it.

This is a method that Lu An suddenly thought of. The paintbrush itself can turn the virtual into reality, and draw some food, which is simply overkill.

The time came to ten o'clock in the morning, which is Si time.

There was a sudden noise from downstairs, and the maids and guards on the first floor started running, and after a lot of busy work by the servants, a mourning hall appeared.

Immediately afterwards, the middle-aged man who had spoken before came out with the white-haired old man on his back, and there was a servant beside him holding an umbrella for the old man.

A red coffin was carried in from the outside. The coffin was very strange, without a coffin lid, and was placed on a small stool by the servants.

The white-haired old man's body was lying in the coffin, and the shroud had been put on him at some point.

A middle-aged woman held a ball of white cloth and covered it over the white-haired old man's body.

On the second floor, Lu An, Ye Zhen, Fang Yuan, and Peng Fang in his mind stared dumbfounded at the scene in front of them. It was too dramatic. This situation seemed to have been rehearsed countless times. The location seems to have been planned long ago.

"Master, please tell me on the first floor." The butler man stood behind him at some point, but the three of them didn't notice it at all.

"We're coming, you lead the way," Lu An said.

The three of them came to the lobby on the first floor, and at this moment, on the table in the center of the first floor was a posthumous photo of the white-haired old man. In front of the photo was an incense burner, and three sticks of incense were burning irregularly in the incense burner.

"It's almost noon. Please start as soon as possible, my father liked to listen to operas most when he was alive." The middle-aged man said.

"Of course, we're going to prepare now." Lu An said.

The three left the main house, and Lu An looked at the mourning hall beside him. There was a large area in front of the mourning hall, which seemed to be specially prepared for setting up a stage.

Lu An communicated with the theater building in his mind, and soon got a response, and a black and white theater stage appeared in the empty place in front of the mourning hall.

Along with it, there are 36 opera ghosts, and the leader is the black-faced opera ghost.

Afterwards, the actor ghost's figure disappeared in place, as if he was going to prepare.

"Let's go back to the second floor." Lu An said.

The three returned to the second floor, and it was already noon.

There was movement on the stage, and the scene changed. The eight opera ghosts were divided into two rows, four in a row. The opera ghost on the left was holding something in his right hand, and his left hand was around the top of his head, while the four opera ghosts on the right were holding something with their left hand. Holding something, the right hand goes around the top of the head.

And not far away, an opera ghost faced the eight opera ghosts.

"Is this a coffin?" Fang Yuan asked.

"It should be, mainly to pay attention to the movement of that white-haired old man." Lu An said.

On the stage, eight opera ghosts carried something and quickly came to the opera ghost.

The opera ghost knelt on the ground, babbled and sang opera words, and fanned its face with its left and right hands.

At this time, there was a movement in the coffin without a coffin lid, like the sound of finger joints hitting wood.

Two paper figurines, one black and one white, appeared in front of Lu An. When they appeared again, they came to the red coffin without a coffin lid.

The hands of the two paper figurines grabbed the old man in the coffin. The old man didn't resist at all, and was pulled to sit up.

The three people upstairs also saw the state of the old man at this time, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were opened, and the contact with the black and white paper figurine was not attacked in any way.

This made Lu An frown. Compared to being attacked, he didn't want to see the current situation. There were loopholes all around, but there was no danger.

The black and white paper figurines were taken back, and the white-haired old man lay down in the coffin again.

The play on the stage was still going on, and the eight opera ghosts looked like they were struggling, and even swayed back and forth, as if they would fall to the ground at any moment.

And the opera ghost who slapped himself in the face just now kowtowed his head, babbling and singing opera words.

After watching, Lu An lost interest.

He turned around and went back into the house, Fang Yuan and Ye Zhen also followed him back into the house.

"Is it that simple?" Lu An muttered to himself.

"It's so weird, this place gives me a feeling of scalp numbness, the murderous intent should not be here, but what could it be?" Fang Yuan said.

"How about killing those servants and that middle-aged man, and see what happens?" Ye Zhen said.

"It's unlikely. There are too many loopholes. It's like a script without any logic at all. Even if these people are killed, they will still reappear if the source is not solved." Lu An said.

"Then just wait and see what happens, it's impossible for three days to pass safely." Fang Yuan said.

The babbling opera sound continued until the end of the day, and it ended at one o'clock in the afternoon, and the stage disappeared together.

In the courtyard on the first floor, only the mourning hall and the coffin without a lid remained. The servants and guards had disappeared. In the main room sat a middle-aged man and a woman who seemed to be the wife of the middle-aged man.

"There are too many loopholes." Lu An's brows condensed into a word.

At this moment, the three of them appeared in the mourning hall. Their eyes looked through the mourning hall to the middle-aged man and middle-aged woman in the main room. The two of them seemed to be unable to see Lu An and the others, and there was no expression on their faces. Nothing has changed.

Ye Zhen lifted the white cloth covering the old man's head, and a serene face with eyes closed appeared in front of the three of them.

Without any clues or breakthroughs, Lu An and the others could only choose to go back to their respective rooms.

The night gradually enveloped the three-story building, Lu An walked out of the room, his movement made Fang Yuan and Ye Zhen in the left and right rooms come out.

The three went downstairs again. There was nothing abnormal in the mourning hall. The middle-aged man and middle-aged woman in the main room were still sitting there, and their expressions did not change at all.

Lu An walked into the main room first. He came to the middle-aged man and woman, stretched out his hand and pushed them, but nothing unusual happened.

Finding a seat at the side, Lu An sat down, and Ye Zhen Fangyuan behind him also found a place to sit down.

The night was getting thicker and thicker, and soon it was Xu time, that is, at eight o'clock in the evening, the figures of the middle-aged man and the middle-aged woman began to dissipate, and soon disappeared into the main house.

"Let's go, go back, there won't be a single ghost on the first floor from [-]pm onwards." Lu An said.

The three of them returned to Lu An's room and started fighting the landlord again, which was a way to pass the boring time.

The time soon came to twelve o'clock, which is Haishi.

A faint voice came out, the voice was inaudible at first, but gradually became clearer and clearer.

"It seems to be the voice from the third floor?" Ye Zhen said.

"Go and have a look, the sound seems to be some kind of musical instrument, and it's made by two kinds of musical instruments." Lu An said.

The three of them walked up the wooden stairs to the third floor, and the sound of the instrument was indeed louder. Following the source of the sound, they looked at the two rooms on the far right, where the sound came from. of.

Lu An chose the room on the far right, and pushed the door lightly, only to find that the door was not closed. As the door was opened, the sound became louder and clearly entered the ears of the three.

The scarlet ghost domain covered the three of them, and the ghost scene in his mind was already circulating. Standing outside the door, Lu An didn't notice the ghost in the house, only the voice came from the room.

"Go in and have a look." Ye Zhen said.

The three of them walked into the room, and the moment they walked in, they saw a vague black figure appearing on the table in the center of the room, holding two golden bells in their hands.

wrong.What the black figure is holding is not a bell, because the inside is empty, and the sound is made by the collision of two golden objects.

The sound is very crisp, and it gives people a roaring feeling in the ear, which makes it hard to think.

"This seems to be a bell? An instrument used in funerals before." Lu An said.

The black figure stood up at this time, and as the two bells collided faster and faster, the speed of the sound became faster and faster, and the spiritual attack had arrived.

Lu An is now a ghost, unable to be killed by the sound of the bell, but his mind is roaring. Fortunately, the ghost play relieved this pain, and so did Peng Fang in his mind.

And Ye Zhen had already fallen to the ground, covering his ears, blood was already flowing from his ears, and he collapsed on the ground and became a corpse.

It's just that the next moment he used the ability of the dead ghost, Ye Zhen came back to life again.

But Fang Yuan was even simpler, blood flowed from a scarecrow ear on his body, and the golden straw quickly weathered, replacing Fang Yuan withstood the attack of the bell.

Ye Zhen pulled out the saber from his waist, Lu An hurriedly closed his eyes, and said, "Fang Yuan, close your eyes too, don't look."

The ghost holding the bell was not so lucky. Although it didn't see the sword in Ye Zhen's hand, Ye Zhen approached, and the sword in his hand touched the ghost's body.

In the next moment, the ghost could disappear, and the pair of bells disappeared together.

The three of them exited the room with ugly expressions on their faces. They spent a lot of effort and even endured the attack of the ghost, but they didn't get any benefit. However, the sound of the musical instruments in this room disappeared.

"Is this one still going?" Fang Yuan pointed to another room where the voice came from.

"It sounds like a gong, and there is a pause in it." Lu An said.

"I'm not going, it's boring, it's no good, I'm outside, I'll show you off." Ye Zhen waved his hand.

"Forget it, don't go, I'll go alone." Lu An glanced at Fang Yuan and said.

Pushing open the door of another room, Lu An walked in, he was ready, and as expected, there was a hazy black ghost standing in the room, holding a gong in his hand, the gong was in the shape of a circle The curved surface of the gong is fixed around the frame of the gong body.

The black ghost held Luo in his left hand and a gong hammer wrapped in red cloth in his right hand, and the sound in the room was made every time the gong hammer hit the gong.

Just as Lu An was about to make a move, a gong sounded in his ears.

His brain shut down for a moment, and there was no actual pain or attack, but his body seemed to be suppressed instantly, and he lost his ability to move for a moment.

However, when Lu An regained his mobility, another gong sounded.

Ye Zhen and Fang Yuan outside the door were stunned. From their perspective, they could only see that after Lu An walked into the room, he suddenly stopped moving, and was it motionless?
"What happened?" Fang Yuan asked.

But at this moment, Lu An couldn't speak at all.

But the turning point is still there, the ghost play in Lu An's mind is constantly circulating, resisting the sound of the gong, but Peng Fang's consciousness is still there after all, and the ghost play cannot be completely let go.

But this is enough, he can only hope that Fang Yuan and Ye Zhen outside the door can wait for a while, and don't rush in all at once.

But be afraid of something, Ye Zhen, seeing that Lu An didn't move at all, Fang Yuan stepped into the room.

Then Fang Yuan was suppressed tightly, but Ye Zhen was not like this. The tunic suit on his body played a role. He dragged Fang Yuan who was closest to him to leave the room first.

Ye Zhen dragged Fang Yuan out of the room, he couldn't help panting heavily, his body shriveled quickly, but under the power of the dead ghost, a new Ye Zhen appeared.

On the other side, through the interference of the ghost show, Lu An quickly left the room when the gong sound lost its effect and before the next gong sounded.

He took out the boning knife and swiped it one after another. The target was the black ghost holding the gong. The curse of mortal death erupted instantly, and the black ghost disappeared, along with the sound of the gong.

(End of this chapter)