As soon as the old lady finished speaking, the troupe leader felt a chill coming over him.
Immediately afterwards, the entire backstage was enveloped in thick black fog.
Everyone felt like their eyes were blurred, and the surrounding scene had changed drastically.
There was some sort of theatrical troupe somewhere, and they were clearly in an ancient government palace.
The actor who played Bao Zheng was sitting in the hall shivering. One look at his frightened look and it was clear that he was involuntarily.
The rest of the troupe members may be the four major messengers: Chao Chao, Ma Han, Zhang Long, Zhao Hu, or they may be Shi Ye, or Yamen servants.
Anyway, each has its own division of labor.
Everyone wanted to call for help, but they couldn't speak.
Not only can't you talk nonsense, you can't even run away!
Just when I was panicking and at a loss, a thick fog suddenly poured in from outside the door.
When the thick fog cleared, only eight dog-headed evil spirits in white appeared in the middle of the hall, carrying a blood-red sarcophagus.
Miserable howls and cries kept coming from inside the sarcophagus, as if there was a terrifying Shura purgatory buried inside.
The evil ghost carrying the coffin was like a puppet, with his head lowered and silent.
"Your Excellency Yan Jun, I am waiting for you to report your grievances..."
The sound from the sarcophagus was cold and ethereal. It was impossible to distinguish between men, women, old and young. It was like countless people murmuring at the same time.
Seeing such a terrifying scene, the boy who played Bao Zheng almost cried with fear.
"Ghost, Grandpa Ghost, you see clearly that I am an opera singer."
"It's not Bao Qingtian, let alone King Yama... If you always have grievances, you can go to the underworld. I, I really can't control it!"
However, Blood Coffin seemed not to hear it and continued to repeat what he just said.
"Your Excellency Yan Jun, I am waiting for you to report your grievances..."
It's just that this time the tone was colder and lower.
It's like suppressing endless anger that may explode at any time.
When all the troupe members saw this, they were so frightened that they dared not speak out.
The scene was so quiet for a while that you could hear a pin drop.
After a while, seeing "Yam Luo" in the court ignoring him, Blood Coffin finally exhausted all his patience.
The sound went from being ethereal to extremely sharp.
"It is said that the Taoist underworld is fair and strict, but now it doesn't look like the officials are protecting each other!"
“Since no one is redressing our grievances, let’s die together!!”
Corpse water full of stench continued to seep out of the bloody coffin.
Little by little, it flowed towards the feet of the theater troupe.
Everything he encountered along the way was corroded by the corpse water.
At the same time, boundless resentment soared into the sky, naturally alarming Hua Jiunan and others who were watching the show in front.
Hua Jiunan didn't dare to hesitate, got up and went straight to the backstage.
Chang Huaiyuan naturally followed closely behind.
"Three brothers, I'll leave this to you. Chang will accompany Mr. Chang to the back to take a look!"
If there is any lively event, naturally our young general is indispensable.
Chen Daji grabbed the little ginseng baby who was eating and drinking, put it on his head, and turned to tell Hao Gui.
"Big Head Xin, take the brothers and keep an eye on the situation. Let's go to the back and see who is causing trouble!"
The four "people" arrived backstage and were met head-on by thick black fog.
Hua Jiunan frowned: "What a heavy resentment!"
He stretched out his index finger and touched it, feeling a stinging pain.
When I looked again, my fingertips had been corroded into black.
Chang Huaiyuan snorted coldly: "Little sir, please step back a little while Chang helps you break this demonic barrier!"
The military classic "Six Tao" has long been channeled:
Feeling the master's intention, it immediately transformed into a bronze chariot pulled by four ponies, flying up and down around Chang Huaiyuan.
Chang Huaiyuan's right fist flashed with golden light and he swung it forward fiercely.
"Anyone who kills one person and shakes the whole army must be killed!"
There was only a muffled bang, and Long Jun's punch was like a sledgehammer hitting thick rubber.
The black mist only shrinks extremely quickly, and then violently expands outwards. It has a tendency to wrap up everything nearby!
Seeing this, Hua Jiunan couldn't help but feel frightened secretly. He immediately put his hands behind his back and launched the sky-stretching killing method.
He stepped hard on the black mist three times in a row.
That way, it was like a peerless emperor looking down at his great country from the sky.
"Everything in the world is not the king's land, and the shores of the land are not the king's ministers."
"Order, stop!"
Chang Huaiyuan did not dare to neglect and followed closely to cooperate.
"Those who benefit the world will be enlightened by the world; those who harm the world will be closed by the world."
"seal up!!"
The royal family's great skills and the military strategist's combined efforts finally stopped the black mist from continuing to expand outwards.
However, it is still like a heart full of evil aura, constantly struggling and beating.
Every "beat" caused Hua Jiujiu difficulty, and Chang Huaiyuan and two others were shocked all over.
You must exert all your strength to contend with the black mist.
When Chen Daji saw this, he immediately became anxious: "Oh shit!"
"Is it wrong to bully our boss?! Is it wrong to bully Brother Chang?!"
"Master Ji, I will beat you to death!!"
Yan Bi swung a pair of raging sea hammers and smashed them headlong into the black mist.