Nightmare Apostle

The more Shi Guanming pondered, the more he felt something was wrong. "Indeed, these two people seem to have discussed it beforehand."

"It's not like, it's true!" Shi Dali's expression became serious. "So Brother Shi, you must be more careful. Don't believe anything they say. Xu Su has been eliminated. That newcomer Su Tingting is just a puppet in their hands. They will deal with us next!"

"Don't worry, Brother Shi. I'll listen to you!" Shi Guanming immediately expressed his loyalty. After all, if it weren't for Shi Dali's help, he would have been killed by Ke Long long ago.

"Ah!" Shi Dali sighed. "The situation is critical now. Only you and I, brothers, can rely on each other and have a glimmer of hope!"

When Yang Xiao was half asleep, the door opened. It was the servants arranged by Butler Liu who brought the food box and new news.

The servant looked familiar. It was the follower who often followed Butler Liu. "Su Fuke, Butler Liu asked me to ask you, are you willing to go to the opera tonight?"

"Okay...Okay." Su Tingting agreed with a painful face.

"Why do you look like this? Don't you want to go?" The servant frowned, "If you don't want to go, I can ask the two guests in the other room."

"Cough... cough..." Yang Xiao pretended to cough twice, and the next second, Kuang Hongyi raised the candlestick with a gloomy face.

Su Tingting immediately agreed, "I am willing to do it! Please give me this glorious task!"

"In this case, I will report to the housekeeper Liu. About an hour later, someone will come to find you and take you to the decorated hall. As for what to do after you go there, just listen to the arrangements." Later, the servant pointed to the food box on the table and reminded: "Eat it while it's hot, and then take a rest. The guests are still busy tonight."

After speaking, the servant picked up another food box and was about to leave, but was stopped by Yang Xiao, "Brother, do you still need to deliver food to another room?"

The servant looked him up and down and nodded.

"Then there must be news to them. I wonder what their mission tonight is?" Yang Xiao wanted to confirm it again, and then he felt relieved.

The servant was silent for a moment, "It's okay to tell you. They are not with you tonight. You summon the souls, and they go into the water. Each of them has his own duties."

Hearing this, Yang Xiao and Kuang Hongyi were slightly relieved, but summoning souls is also a dangerous job. Although Su Tingting is the first, the two of them must not be idle.

To be honest, this meal is not bad, but everyone is depressed and the food is tasteless. After waiting for a long time, what should come finally came.

An hour later, a somewhat hunched man came outside the door.

The man is older than housekeeper Liu, blind in one right eye, and dressed differently from the servants in the mansion. He wears an old gray knee-length gown with a dirty piece of cloth hanging on his left shoulder.

The man looked at Yang Xiao and the other two with his only remaining left eye for a moment, then turned around and walked out, "It's time, follow me."

The man's only remaining eye was very turbid, full of bloodshot and yellow spots, which made Yang Xiao and the others wonder if he was blind. Moreover, standing next to the man, they could smell a faint stench of decay, as if the meat was rotting.

At this moment, the sky outside was no different from that at night. Along the way, there were many red lanterns hanging everywhere in the mansion, but there were only lanterns, but no people. A gust of night wind blew, and the lanterns swayed left and right, as if greeting them.

When passing under a red lantern, Yang Xiao's eyes suddenly paused. He noticed the feet of the old man who led the way. The black cloth shoes on both feet were exactly the same, and there was no difference between left and right.

"Is this person also a shady person?" Yang Xiao was shocked. Just after a paper-making craftsman died, he didn't expect the Feng family to invite another master.

Kuang Hongyi nudged Yang Xiao with his elbow, then used his eyes to indicate the piece of cloth on the old man's left shoulder, and made a lip shape.

Yang Xiao understood that Kuang Hongyi was talking about the three words "shroud", no wonder... no wonder there was that rancid smell.

This man must be an old predecessor in the Yinxing business, but it is not clear which lineage he is from, but judging from his ease, he is more skilled than the dead paper-making craftsman.

The atmosphere was quite strange. The old man did not speak, and Yang Xiao and the other two did not dare to speak. They walked all the way and finally came to the residence of Master Bai Tianfeng.

Now the appearance here has changed greatly. There is actually a stage in the yard. Some offerings are placed in front of the stage, and then there are several rows of long wooden benches, and dozens of paper people stand densely on the wooden benches.

The paper people turned their backs to them and faced the empty stage, as if they were watching a play.

On both sides of the stage and in various places in the yard, red lanterns of different sizes were hung. The faint red light sprinkled on the white face of the paper figurine, and the scene was indescribably weird.

Forget about singing, Su Tingting's legs are weak now.

Yang Xiao and his companions held their breath and stared blankly at a place. A large piece of white cloth was pulled up behind the stage, like a curtain, several feet wide and more than ten feet high, almost completely covering the hall behind. At this moment, a figure was reflected on the white cloth.

"People are here, you take the girl to the back to put on makeup and teach her the rules." The old man's hoarse voice seemed to have a handful of sand in his throat.

Hearing this, the figure behind the white cloth came out. It was an elderly woman, holding a white lantern in her hand, staring at Yang Xiao and the other two with cold eyes.

Several people immediately recognized this woman. It was the old woman who took them into the mansion. The thick rouge and a pair of drooping eyes made her look as weird as possible.

The woman said nothing, and after walking over, she took Su Tingting's hand and pulled her stiffly behind the white curtain.

"What do you need us to do?" Kuang Hongyi was overwhelmed by the old man's aura and couldn't help but speak.

The old man turned around, his cloudy eyes slowly moving, "Tonight's ghost show needs your cooperation. The girl will perform, and one of you will be responsible for offering incense and welcoming guests outside, and the other will sit in the audience and replace the leftover wine, dishes, fruits and candied fruits from the guests in time."

Kuang Hongyi looked at the stiff paper figures uneasily, but the next second the old man suddenly smiled, revealing a mouthful of pale teeth, "Don't panic, young man, the ghost show is naturally sung for ghosts, but as long as you follow the rules tonight, you will be safe."

The old man raised his hand and pointed his skinny finger at Kuang Hongyi, "You are brave and knowledgeable. Too bad, you'd better go outside to welcome the guests. Remember, hold three incense sticks, smile, nod to everyone you meet, and don't say a word. "

"When the gong sounds, open the door to welcome the guests. Everyone who comes today is a guest. You must abide by the rules. Don't stare at the eyes of the visitors, and don't look down at their shoes. Change the incense in your hand before it burns out. Remember, the welcoming incense must not be broken, and the incense will cover up the anger on you. "

"Also, no matter what those people do or what they ask you, you must stay calm and never answer. Once you show your anger, no one can save you. "