Records of Beating Workers Forced to Save the World

Chapter 302 Blood Spirit Cave (28)

Xu Guangbai frowned: "This house is unusual. When I went there, I ran for a quarter of an hour and didn't reach the main hall. When I came back, I only left a stick of incense."

"When I entered the main hall, I saw a row of mummies hanging from the beams. The maid asked me to choose one, so I pointed to the rabbit."

The monks looked at each other. Since entering this secret realm, they have seen everything new. Everything here is changing, but the buildings in the city remain the same. Only this house is unique and different.

But why is this house different?

"By the way," while the monks were thinking about this unusual situation, Xu Guangbai seemed to have remembered something, and continued, "The maid was sitting in the main seat when I left."

Based on past life experience, mortal maids, let alone sitting on the main seat in the main hall, even sitting in the main hall are those who have been favored in front of the master's house, let alone sitting on the main seat. This maid actually It is really courageous to sit in the main seat without permission when the master is not around.

It's just that this place cannot be judged by common sense. The notice even says that the audience in the audience must rely on the actors on the stage for everything. Isn't it putting the cart before the horse?

"Is there a possibility that the maid is the head of the family?" Yan Qing asked.

The more the monks thought about it, the more they felt it was possible. The maid might even be the prefect. Everything was possible.

"So what is the status level in this secret realm?" Old Ghost Sun looked back at the stage, which completely occupied the courtyard. The so-called backstage is the small open space between the stage and the front hall where it is difficult to turn around. There were only costumes scattered randomly in the open space. Apart from that, there were neither gongs and drums nor makeup paint, so it was not easy to highlight any one thing.

"As of now, the status of an actor is higher than that of the common people, but lower than that of the old lady," Xue Wen thought. "The status of a maid is higher than that of an actor, and I'm afraid it is also higher than that of the old lady."

Compared with the original world, the known social status in this secret realm has been reversed.

"We are actors now..." Yun Run looked at the costume he was wearing, "Can we become a maid?"

In this way, the social status will be improved, and it will also add a sense of security in this hellish place.

"Good idea." Zhang Ying nodded.

But the question is how to change the identity again.

This maid has no features at all and is not like a performer. She only needs to open her mouth and sing a few lines to pretend to be a performer. The maid has no features except that she has no face. It is not easy to change into the identity of a maid.

While the monks were still thinking, they suddenly heard the sound of drums on the stage again.

Boom – boom – boom – clang!

The sudden sound shocked the monk and he suddenly came back to his senses.

"Why isn't it over yet?!"

Shouldn't this drama be over? !
After the play is over, you get off the stage to receive the reward. Do you know the rules in this ghost place? !
"I don't want to come again...!" In just two-quarters of an hour, Yan Qing no longer remembered the persona he had just been on stage. After seeing this, Yan Qing was in awe of the art practitioners he usually didn't know much about. He also swore that he would never go on stage again if it was not necessary. If it was not necessary, he would probably never go to the theater in Wase again.

Zhou Jingzhi looked at the front desk and then at the light ball hanging in the sky. It had been more than an hour since the last light ball change. This was the longest time except the first night. Zhou Jingzhi felt that even if they I'm afraid there will be another time when they go on this stage. As long as the light ball above their heads does not change, they will continue to perform like this.

As for when this ball of light will set...

"Take off this costume."

As Zhou Jingzhi said this, she turned around and unbuttoned her costume.

"Why?" Yan Qing obediently unbuttoned his hands, his mouth was not idle, and he wanted to get to the bottom of it even at the moment of life and death on the knife holder's neck.

"You're no longer an actor if you take off your costume." Zhou Jingzhi didn't want to answer at first, but considering that this silly kid was a disciple of his senior sister, he reluctantly spoke.

If you're not an actor, you don't have to go on stage. Whoever falls in love with someone gets on the stage. With such a complicated ethical system, Zhou Jingzhi can't afford to lose this second time.

"Can I take off these clothes..."

The nuns walked straight into the antechamber and tried to take off their costumes under the cover of the screen. "Who can help me..." Ji Mingzhao had never worn a wedding dress and was at a loss for this complicated dress.

"I come."

Qingxi had already taken off her costume, and when she heard Ji Mingzhao calling for help, she quickly stepped forward to help.

"There are also headdresses." Yunrun and his two junior sisters also rushed in and came over. One fixed Ji Mingzhao's head, one walked in front of Ji Mingzhao, and the other walked behind Ji Mingzhao, and the front and back attacks began. Help Ji Mingzhao remove the phoenix crown on her head.

"...This thing is too tight..." Yunrun listened to the increasingly intense drumbeats, and sweat was pouring from his forehead, "I can't untie it..."

Ji Mingzhao was so anxious that he reached up and wanted to pull off the phoenix crown regardless of the situation: "Can't you just pluck it off?!"

"Do you still want your hair?!"

Qingxi patted off Ji Mingzhao's troublesome dog paws: "It's almost over, don't move!"

"Oh..." Ji Mingzhao suddenly retracted his hand in order to save the remaining hair on his dandelion head.

At this time, the drumbeats on the stage became more intensive, and the audience began to whisper. The old lady sitting in the main seat patted the armrest impatiently: "Why is it so slow?!"

As soon as the old lady spoke, the costumes of Sun Laogui, Ji Mingzhao and Xue Wen, who had not yet had time to take off their costumes, seemed to be welded to their bodies and could no longer be taken off.

Ji Mingzhao and Xue Wen had trouble taking off their clothes because their clothes were complicated, but Sun Laogui chose to give priority to helping Xue Wen take off his gorgeous clothes.

"Forget it," Ji Mingzhao took a deep breath. It seemed that there was no way to avoid this disaster today. She put her clothes back on, walked out of the screen with her messy hair, and looked at Old Ghost Sun and Xue Wen who were still working hard. , "Come on stage!"

Old ghost Sun glanced at Xue Wen, then at Ji Mingzhao, whose makeup and hair were half dismantled and very messy. He opened his mouth, hesitated, and finally said: "Okay."

After taking the stage again, the audience, who were full of expectations for something else to happen on stage, were stunned when they saw Zhu Chai's messy Ji Ming Zhao: "What is going on?"

"Whatever happened, it must have been intentional."

"It should be true. Fellow Taoist is still very knowledgeable and talented."

"Where."

On the stage, Ji Mingzhao, who had been so aggressive just now, suddenly lost his impulsiveness.

The stage is on, but how should this play be sung?

"My son! Didn't you just come to worship? How did you become like this?" Old Ghost Sun reacted quickly and helped Ji Mingzhao set up the stage as soon as he came on stage.

Ji Mingzhao glanced at Old Ghost Sun gratefully, followed his words, held Xue Wen's hand with one hand, and sat down on the ground: "Dad, my son's life is hard..."

　small theater:

　　Ji Mingzhao: Dad, it’s hard for me. It’s this bastard. We agreed to have four dishes and one soup every day. Where are the dishes?

　　Xue Wen: ...It's unfair, I don't have four dishes and one soup every day...

　　Ji Mingzhao: In the days when you are not around.

　　Xue Wen:...? ? ?
　　Old Ghost Sun: My son, you are suffering!
　　Mother Ji: It’s a bit embarrassing, why don’t you deny it?

　　Father Ji (real) (nods): It’s a bit embarrassing, I don’t admit it.

　　Ji Mingzhao: ...? ? ?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)