"I…………"

"This guest, you are just a Geng character."

An old man standing under the stage looked at Zhao Qiang with a gloomy expression, as if he was dissatisfied with Zhao Qiang's behavior.

Zhao Qiang shrugged and said nothing more. The protection of the theater ticket was limited. He was only a ticket in the Geng District. If he continued to talk, he might start a fight with Li Gui directly.

Although he is not afraid, if the source ghost is provoked in advance, it will easily lead to supernatural events getting out of control, which is not in line with the purpose of delaying time.

The theater suddenly became quiet, with only the babbling singing and opera sound remaining, because except for Zhao Qiang, the rest of the existence, including the "people" on the stage, were all ghosts, or some kind of weird phenomenon created by the supernatural.

Ghosts obviously don't have any opinions.

Zhao Qiang didn't have the heart to listen to the show, and his eyes kept wandering on and off the stage, especially staying on the skinny old man in the audience for the longest time.

The ghost theater is limited to purchasing one ticket at a time. One ticket can be used to listen to one play. After the play is finished, the ghost theater ticket will automatically become invalid, which means that you will no longer be blessed.

In the past, if the theater ticket expired, it would become invalid. It was difficult to get out of the theater. Now, it is not easy to get out of the haunted theater.

As time passed and the play on stage gradually came to an end, Zhao Qiang could feel that several evil ghosts were already targeting him.

As soon as the play ends, he will face attacks from multiple evil ghosts, but Zhao Qiang is not too worried, and just casts his eyes in the direction of the stairs from time to time.

Buzz~!

An inexplicable fluctuation flashed through, and the hall suddenly became dark. The sound of dull footsteps and strange roars echoed in the small space.

Until a dim green candle light rose up in the darkness.

Zhao Qiang stood under the stage with a pale face, holding a white ghost candle in his hand. The dark green candlelight illuminated the surrounding darkness, and also illuminated the gloomy and ferocious faces.

"The white ghost candle is much easier to use than the red ghost candle." After saying this, the ghosts in the darkness rushed up crazily, but Zhao Qiang did not dodge.
Chapter completed!