The ghost knocked on the door, luckily I was able to read the save file!

After night fell, the inexplicable fear swept over them again, surrounding them tightly like a tide, as if a chill ran straight through their bodies from the soles of their feet.

Lin Luo's eyes fell on Wu Shan, and he saw his eyes flickering, and his face showed obvious anxiety and fear.

"Wait a moment." Looking at the time, it was six fifty-seven, Lin Luo's voice was as calm as water, and there was no emotional fluctuation.

Hearing this, Wu Shan nodded, and had to suppress the fear that kept rising in his heart, looking at the villagers from time to time.

Zhang Yuan on the side had a solemn look on his face, full of doubts.

The inexplicable singing of opera, the sudden appearance of Huangmao... everything seemed to reveal a weird atmosphere.

At this moment, Huangmao's forehead was bulging with blue veins, and his bloodshot eyes stared at the three people who were chatting.

"Didn't you hear what I said?"

He felt like a transparent person, completely ignored.

The other party ignored him again and again, which made him a little intolerable.

If he couldn't get a satisfactory answer, he couldn't guarantee what would happen next.

Looking at the furious yellow-haired man, Zhang Yuan was not afraid. He glanced at him and sneered; "In this world, getting angry is not useful, you know, kid."

Looking at the yellow-haired man, he was only in his early twenties, and he had the aura of a young man in society.

"Hehe..." After a sneer, the yellow-haired man laughed in anger; "In this world, getting angry is not useful? Hahaha, I don't know if it's useful, but I know that I'm younger than you!"

Lin Luo's eyes kept wandering on the yellow-haired man.

At this moment, Wu Shan suddenly pulled Lin Luo, and whispered to Lin Luo with a solemn face: "I think it's a bit strange."

"What's strange?" Lin Luo's heart tightened, and he subconsciously looked at the other party.

Wu Shan carefully pointed to the villagers watching the show over there. His face became very ugly, and there was a trace of unspeakable fear in his eyes.

"They don't look right!"

"They don't look right?" Lin Luo heard this and his nerves tensed up instantly. He looked at the people watching the show.

Zhang Yuan also heard Wu Shan's words and ignored the yellow-haired man. He also turned his head to check the situation.

However, after careful observation, he did not find anything unusual.

The villagers were chatting non-stop, occasionally commenting on and pointing at the opera being performed on the stage, and their behavior was very normal.

The yellow-haired man suppressed his anger and glared at Zhang Yuan coldly. The other party's "boy" made him feel very uncomfortable.

Moreover, for some reason, he always felt that Zhang Yuan's words seemed to have a deeper meaning, so he looked in the direction of the villagers with full of doubts.

However, the yellow-haired man also did not notice anything wrong.

Lin Luo observed quietly for a long time, but did not notice anything unusual. His eyes swept back and forth among the villagers, trying to find some clues.

At this moment, his pupils suddenly trembled violently, as if he had discovered something amazing. Then, he subconsciously looked towards the stage, his eyes full of doubts and vigilance.

However, when he saw the scene on the stage clearly, his face suddenly showed shock, and his whole body tensed up instantly. Because the stage was empty, the person who was supposed to be standing on it had disappeared without a trace.

What was even more creepy was that the villagers below the stage were still pointing and commenting on everything that had just happened, as if they didn't realize that there was no one on the stage.

This weird scene made Lin Luo feel a chill in his heart, and he couldn't help shuddering.

He hurriedly looked at the watch in his hand to determine the current time. When the pointer pointed to eight o'clock, his heart was shocked and he looked at the dial in disbelief.

"How could this happen?" He muttered to himself, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. He clearly remembered that not long ago, he had just checked the time once, and it was not yet seven o'clock.

But why did it arrive at eight o'clock in the blink of an eye? It was as if the time in between was erased by some force, which made him feel extremely confused and frightened.

And the moment he saw the empty stage, the singing voices in Lin Luo's ears seemed to disappear without a trace, and the whole world became quiet in an instant.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Yuan didn't seem to notice anything unusual, his eyes were full of confusion and vigilance. Although he didn't understand what happened, he immediately became alert.

"On the stage!" Lin Luo reminded in a low voice.

"The stage!?" Zhang Yuan followed her gaze and looked,His pupils shrank suddenly, and the originally lively stage was now empty.

"Where are the people on the stage?" Zhang Yuan asked in shock.

At this moment, accompanied by a burst of rapid "dong dong dong" drumming, several people in costumes slowly stepped onto the stage from both sides of the stage.

"My family buried me in the back mountain..."

"I am so miserable..."

The melodious singing voice floated from the stage again.

Seeing this scene, the stone hanging in Zhang Yuan's heart finally fell, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It turned out that the program was changed, and he was scared."

"What are you doing? Suspicious, startled, are you crazy?"

The yellow-haired man stood up with a trace of fatigue on his face.

"Where is our resting place? One of you can take me there."

Looking at the yellow-haired man, Wu Shan and Zhang Yuan looked at each other, without saying a word, but the vigilance in their eyes became more and more obvious, and they secretly said in their hearts, here it comes.

Lin Luo stared at the opera on the stage, as if he was fascinated and didn't notice the situation here at all.

After a moment, seeing Zhang Yuan and Wu Shan just looking at him without saying a word, Huang Mao's eyebrows were already tightly knitted together.

"I'll say it again, someone take me to the resting place."

Finally, Wu Shan said, "We don't know where you sleep, you can ask the villagers!"

Huang Mao raised his eyebrows and said, "Is there no vacancy where you live?"

Wu Shan subconsciously looked at Zhang Yuan, and he said, "It's full."

"Full?"

Huang Mao's face changed for a while, are these guys so repulsive to him?

"Humph~" With a cold snort, Huang Mao sat back and watched the opera on the stage without saying a word.

"Going back?" Wu Shan looked around, and a strange feeling rose in his heart.

The crowd around was bustling, noisy and noisy.

But for some reason, he always felt that he was out of tune with all this, as if he was in another world.