As promised, Xiao Xianrou, will you play the suona in the haunted house?

Chapter 37: Entrusted by the ghosts of the underworld, hiding in the coffin in the grave in the middle of the night

"Are the departments ready?"

"Photography, lighting...everything is in place!"

"3."

"2."

"1."

"start."

It's exactly eight o'clock.

Wan Zheng was sweating profusely while coordinating various departments backstage. Following his order, the host nervously appeared on the stage.

"The Ghost Festival is an ancient and traditional festival for our Chinese nation..."

After a brief opening remarks, the first song and dance program came on stage.

“The splendid rivers and mountains are as beautiful as picturesque~”

"The construction of the motherland is riding a horse~"

"How glorious it is for me to be an oil worker~"

"..."

offstage.

The audience was stunned. They almost thought they were watching the Spring Festival Gala instead of the Ghost Festival Gala.

"What are you doing? What a waste of a party, why not go back and watch the news broadcast~"

"It's all your fault. You insist on coming to some crappy party. It's so boring."

"If I had known, I might as well have gone shopping with my best friends. This party would be totally meaningless."

"I originally thought there would be something different at the Ghost Festival party, but who knew it would be so boring!"

"Look again, look again, maybe the exciting thing is still to come~"

Those male viewers who had finally invited the goddess out to watch the party, when they saw the opening shows, they cursed all the eighteen generations of the program crew in their hearts.

If you don’t know how to hold a party, don’t do it.

It doesn't matter if you messed up the party. If the goddess refuses to accept your invitation next time, it will be a big deal.

They could only pray silently in their hearts for the weekend to come to the rescue quickly.

at the same time.

Backstage.

Director Wan Zheng also noticed the audience's impatience through the monitor and was sweating profusely.

The leader is at the scene. If the audience leaves the venue early, then he will completely screw up this time. Not to mention getting promoted, it will be considered a light thing if he doesn't lose his job.

"Have the real-time ratings been calculated?"

"How is the situation in the live broadcast room?"

Although the situation at the scene was very bad, Wan Zheng could only hold on bravely at this time.

"Director, the ratings are out... the situation is not ideal, and the ratings are continuing to decline."

"The online live broadcast room... seems to be full of curses."

News came one after another.

Moreover, as the party progressed, the situation did not get any better, and even got worse.

At 11:30 pm, as the party entered the second half, the audience's patience was getting lower and lower.

"Let's go, let's go, what a crappy show!"

"Jiang Hao, I didn't expect you to be such a boring person. You would even invite me to such a party. Let's keep in touch less in the future!"

"Damn, I'll be happy for the rest of my life, the program team, I'm not done with you!"

"I'm so stupid. I don't have a good weekend to come and watch such a boring party with you."

offstage.

One after another, some audience members could not sit still and were ready to leave the venue early.

Wan Zheng could barely bear the reaction of the audience, but when he saw the leader of the station sitting there with a grim look on his face, Wan Zheng suddenly felt a little discouraged.

"It's all over now. Any promotion or future will be ruined!"

Wan Zheng looked dejected. With the party being held like this, he, the chief director, was definitely taking the blame.

Although there are many objective factors for the failure of the party, the leader only looks at the results. As long as the party is unsuccessful, it is his responsibility as the director.

"It's too late to say anything now. We can only wait for the finale on the weekend. Can you leave me some last dignity?" Wan Zheng smiled bitterly. The scene has become like this. It is almost impossible to expect a comeback on the weekend.

His only thought now is to make his final appearance at the weekend and try to find some face for himself when he comes back.

"The host prepares for the weekend."

Wan Zheng weakly informed the host through the headset.

Soon, the host hurriedly ended the previous program and announced the curtain quickly.

“Now, let’s invite our guest for tonight’s finale—the weekend!”

offstage.

The audience who had been preparing to leave suddenly stopped when they heard the name.

"Azhen, there is only one last program left. Let's just watch it and go back~"

"I promise you, this weekend's show will never be as boring as the ones before it."

"Trust me for the last time~~~"

"Yanzi, Yanzi, believe me once and stay to watch the last show!"

Wan Zheng was unwilling to give in, and neither were the audience.

I finally tricked the goddess into arriving at the party, and now I have appeared on the weekend. If I leave the show early like this, wouldn't everything be in vain tonight?
At this time, Zhou Wen appeared on the stage dressed elegantly.

But even though he was dressed so simply, the female audience in the audience still felt that their eyes lit up.

"Okay, I will believe you for the last time. After watching this show, if you are still so bored, never come to me again!"

"He is so handsome. Seeing how handsome he is, I reluctantly stayed and took a look."

Those audience members who had already stood up and were about to leave sat back down one by one after showing up at the weekend.

Wan Zheng, who was backstage, finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this scene. At least the weekend did not disappoint him, leaving him with a glimmer of hope.

"Tonight is the traditional Chinese Ghost Festival, and I have prepared an original song for you that is more in line with the festive atmosphere."

"Zi Buyu·Rakshasa bird."

After saying that, Weekend took the microphone away from his mouth and made a gesture that had been agreed upon long ago.

wow.

As soon as he finished speaking, all the lights at the party suddenly went out.

And a second before the lights went out, everyone saw Weekend on the stage, the corners of their mouths were slightly raised, and the smile was a little weird.

The sudden darkness made the audience feel a little scared for a moment.

"What the hell? Why did you turn off all the lights?"

"Zi Buyu·What is a Rakshasa bird?"

"Songs that fit the festive mood? Isn't the Ghost Festival the Ghost Festival?"

At this moment, background music suddenly sounded.

dang dang dang dang~
moment.

Everyone in the audience shivered unconsciously, as if they felt a biting chill that penetrated the back of their necks.

This weird sound is a bit like a pipa, and a bit like the island country’s musical instrument, the shamisen.

The sound produced by the instrument was bleak, as if a pale and feeble face suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

Under the stage, the originally noisy scene suddenly became extremely quiet.

Everyone was too nervous to breathe, as if once they made a sound, their pale face would suddenly look into their own eyes.

at the same time.

wow.

The lights finally reappeared.

However, this beam of light was a strange blood-red color, and the smile on Zhou Xing's face became extremely strange and gloomy.

"I am entrusted with the spirit of the underworld and ghosts, hiding in the coffin of a grave in the middle of the night~"

Finally, weekend opened up.

Under the weird blood-red light, the weekend's songs seemed to be soaked in blood.

spooky.

Wet.

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