Oh!"
"Everything is for protecting my brother!" Hei Yan shouted loudly, then grinned at the group of people entertaining the audience below.
The spider and the sorceress, who had just been looking righteous, glanced at Lin Fan subconsciously, their eyes filled with complicated emotions.
This made Lin Fan feel somewhat embarrassed.
It's just...so embarrassing.
Even if the one who is clamoring to protect him is a seventh-tier ghost king.
...
"..."
Below the stage, the audience was stunned at the same time, clearly taken aback by the Black Demon King's actions.
Then they burst into laughter.
"Interesting! Interesting!"
"The Ghost King Hei Yan has become a human's younger brother! And he's only a first-tier kid."
This is so much fun...
"This is truly an extraordinary tale from the ghost realm! I can't take it anymore! I must leave this place!"
"I'm going to tell everyone how funny this is, hahaha..."
The first person in line, a slender man over four meters tall who looked like a bamboo pole, laughed loudly and then spat out the paper ingot he had swallowed.
Its body shrivels up quickly, like a dehydrated loofah.
In an instant, it transformed into the shape of a wooden memorial tablet, and its presence vanished from the scene.
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"I'm going to tell other people about the fun here!"
Wait for me! Wait for me!
One by one, the audience members happily spat out the ingots and incense sticks they had just eaten, and the tablets returned to their original shapes.
In the blink of an eye, all the spectators had vanished...
Beside Lin Fan, Spider and the sorceress breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a fine layer of cold sweat broke out on their bodies.
Just as they were about to speak with Lin Fan, the two suddenly realized that their surroundings were changing rapidly.
The paper stage began to rot, and the octagonal table and long benches beneath it also began to shake and collapse.
"This is..."
A look of surprise appeared on the fortune teller's face.
It's over! It's over!
"They laughed so hard they all left, so the stage had no reason to exist."
"And so the ghost opera ended."
She instantly understood the logic behind it, and felt much more relaxed.
But the next second, she thought of something, and with a heavy heart, she secretly grabbed two sticks of incense, ready to light them at any moment in preparation for the drastic changes to come.
Spider also realized what was happening at the same time. His slightly frivolous expression instantly turned serious and composed, and his dance moves subtly changed from the Love Kun Dance to the fancy hand gestures of a young man.
This somber atmosphere was contagious to Lin Fan, who couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He subconsciously looked around, watching the stage gradually disappear and the dark courtyard walls slowly transform into magnificent golden decorations.
"Are you going back, Buckingham?"
He murmured softly.
Inside the private box at Buckingham Palace
Zhang Qian and the three surviving hostesses hugged each other and cried loudly.
"It's finally over!"
"It's finally over—!"
Their voices went from high-pitched to hoarse, and then gradually turned into a rattling sound like the diaphragm in a broken bellows.
But they seemed completely oblivious to these changes.
They hugged each other tightly, crying their hearts out.
They embraced, celebrating their hard-won survival.
The situation was largely the same in the other private rooms.
The survivors wept, rejoiced, and roared, tears streaming from their eyes.
The voice became hoarse...
In the hall,
The owner and manager of Buckingham wiped the sweat from his brow, reached into a box beside him and took out a cigar. The girl serving him obediently picked up a cigar cutter, cut the cigar for him, and lit it.
He took a deep drag, then frowned: "What's wrong with this cigar today?"
"Why doesn't it smell good anymore?"
He looked at the cigar in his hand with surprise.
"strangeness?"
Why is my cigar so dirty?
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The cigar in his hand was covered with a thick layer of dust and dirty bloodstains. He stared at the girl who had just cut his cigar and slapped her across the face.
"Damn it! You've dirtied my cigar!"
"Splat!" A soft sound, and a very smooth sensation surged up my heart along my arm.
He felt as if he had slapped a bar of soap that had been soaked in water.
Looking up in surprise, he saw that the girl who had just been beautiful and poised had somehow become filthy.
The broken skin, having lost its elasticity, clung precariously to the stark white bones, mingling with the filthy blood.
At this moment, she was covering her face obediently after being slapped by him, but the obedient girl who was usually so cute in his eyes now looked extremely terrifying.
"this!"
What's going on?
He subconsciously looked at his hands.
All I could see was that the once plump and thick palm had suddenly become a bloody mess, like a banana that had been smashed on the ground.
Rotten flesh fell from his hand, revealing stark white finger bones.
"this..."
At that moment, he finally remembered.
"oh..."
"It turns out that I was already dead from the moment I started performing ghost plays."
As he thought of these things, his consciousness vanished instantly, and he fell straight to the ground.
It was as if an invisible death switch had been flipped.
At Buckingham,
The people who were still crying fell to the ground, and there was no more life in them...
...
The stage space around Lin Fan and his group completely disappeared, transforming into a sophisticatedly decorated dance floor.
They stood in the middle of the stage.
Lin Fan's gaze swept across the entire dance floor, his pupils suddenly contracting.
"them..."
"Are they all dead?"
Looking at the figures sitting or lying down, the pungent stench of corpses filled Lin Fan's nostrils. He felt neither fear nor disgust, but rather a surge of indescribable pain.
He didn't need to verify; he knew that everyone in Buckingham was dead.
This was the second time he had witnessed so many people die at close range.
An ordinary person.
"Gentlemen, I didn't mean anything by it, I was just saying it as a token of my appreciation."
"This is my job, I don't need tips."
...
The voices of those he had met at Buckingham Middle School flashed through his mind, leaving a subtle imprint.
Lin Fan then felt a surge of indescribable emotions welling up inside him.
My heart is empty.
There are also cases of pain that feels like a twisting or writhing sensation.
Is this what heartbreak feels like? For the death of an ordinary person?
...
At home,
The father, who was chewing on a glass, suddenly stopped what he was doing and turned to look in the direction of Bai Jinhan.
The gold and red copper coin mask gleamed brightly in front of the window.
His bewildered gaze pierced the barrier between home and Buckingham.
Looking at Lin Fan's pained expression.
A smile involuntarily crept onto the corners of his mouth beneath the mask.
"Yes..."
"child."
That's it.
"pain!"
"You have to feel pain first."
"Only pain can please the power to climb the steps."
"only..."
"Not enough."
"Still a long way off..."
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