The ultimate master in the city

Chapter 67 The Theater

The courtyard has white walls and gray tiles, and a vermilion gate. It is difficult to tell how big it is. Inside, there are houses connected one after another, all in the style of the Republic of China era. In the front yard, dozens of men, women, and children are doing something.

The old man who had led the way waved at the gate and entered the courtyard first. Zhou Fengchen stopped in his tracks, and Wang Min and Jiang Hao also stopped.

"Wang Min, have you thought this through? Do you really want to go in? It's not too late to back out now," Zhou Fengchen said. "I have a feeling... this is playing with fire!"

Wang Min steadied his tense breathing and said, "Ever since that incident at your place, I've sworn that no matter how terrible a case I take on, I will reconstruct it perfectly and record it in the Donghai City Criminal Police's special files for future generations to review and learn from. This is a great undertaking, please help me!"

Zhou Fengchen scoffed, "You talk a big game, but what does it have to do with me? Do you put my name on your special police files? I don't have your level of awareness."

Wang Min blushed, "You..."

Jiang Hao, who was listening nearby, was completely confused and said, "Brother, sister, what are you talking about? What kind of lousy place is this?"

"A very exciting place."

Zhou Fengchen sighed. He knew that at this point, turning back wasn't an option. He patted Jiang Hao on the shoulder and glanced at Wang Min. "Don't just stand there, let's go in!"

"Thank you!" Wang Min nodded sincerely.

As the three entered the courtyard, they felt a chilly wind blowing against them, causing Wang Min and Jiang Hao to shiver involuntarily.

The courtyard was filled with props for theatrical performances, including all sorts of weapons, costumes, bamboo horses, beards, braids, and so on. A group of people nearby were wearing strange and wonderful painted theatrical makeup; some were wielding spears, some were performing stunts, and a few children were doing somersaults...

Upon seeing Zhou Fengchen and the other two enter, they all stopped and stared intently at them.

The group of people, with their strange attire, terrifying makeup, and eerie eyes, sent chills down the spines of those who saw them. Wang Min subconsciously moved closer to Zhou Fengchen, and Jiang Hao also swallowed hard, full of questions, wanting to ask but not daring to speak.

The old madman was waiting at the front of the hall. When Zhou Fengchen saw this, he quickly pulled Wang Min and Jiang Hao over and whispered, "Don't talk, don't make a sound."

The three followed the old madman past the hall and walked for ten minutes, passing houses one after another, and finally stopped next to a building that looked like a theater.

The old madman waved his hand with a strange expression: "Go in. Watch it tonight, I guarantee you'll be amazed. Come back tomorrow night, and I'll find a master to teach you."

"Thank you, sir. I never expected to find such a wonderful place, haha." Zhou Fengchen casually pulled Wang Min and the other man inside.

The space inside was very large, with rows of old-fashioned viewing chairs neatly arranged, and the stage was quiet.

Zhou Fengchen led Wang Min and the other person to a spot on the side to sit down, and they silently watched the stage.

Jiang Hao couldn't hold back any longer, "Hey bro, where is this? I'm getting creeped out of here! Weren't they supposed to be singing already? Why is nobody here?"

Zhou Fengchen didn't know how to explain this to him. If he said they came to see ghosts, would the guy faint from fright? He mumbled, "Um... it's a break, the next show is about to start."

Jiang Hao said "Oh" and went off to mutter to himself.

After waiting for a while, the curtains on the stage were slowly drawn back, and a rhythm began to play from somewhere. Meanwhile, a number of guests entered one after another, each with a sullen face and a cold aura. In the blink of an eye, the seats were almost full.

Wang Min quietly squeezed closer to Zhou Fengchen. Jiang Hao, still unaware of what was happening, laughed and stood up, saying, "Holy crap! So many people! Look! Look! There's a really pretty girl over there."

Zhou Fengchen glared at him fiercely, "Shut up! Just watch the show."

Jiang Hao obediently sat down, but his eyes kept glancing at the beautiful woman with loose hair.

Then the play on the stage slowly began. First, a clown with a white face and a topknot rolled around and yelled. Then a female lead entered in a sweet, quacking voice...

Wang Min calmed down and watched intently. Even Jiang Hao watched curiously. Zhou Fengchen couldn't understand it, so he simply closed his eyes to rest and quietly checked whether he had enough talismans in his pocket in case of unforeseen circumstances.

Quite some time passed, and Zhou Fengchen was almost asleep, while the singing on stage continued unabated. Suddenly, Jiang Hao nudged him, "Brother! That girl is waving at me, is she trying to ask me out?"

Zhou Fengchen rubbed his eyes and looked in the direction Jiang Hao was pointing. He saw a very pretty girl dressed somewhat like a dancer from the old Shanghai Paramount Ballroom, who was constantly winking and waving at Jiang Hao.

Zhou Fengchen glared fiercely at the woman, who turned her head away in fear. Jiang Hao saw this clearly and complained, "Brother, why are you glaring at that girl?"

Just as Zhou Fengchen was about to speak, Wang Min's breathing suddenly quickened. She gripped Zhou Fengchen's arm tightly, secretly pointing at the stage, and whispered, "It's those three dead men!"

Zhou Fengchen looked up at the stage and, sure enough, one of the men, despite wearing light theatrical makeup, was still recognizable as the first victim.

"That's enough! Let's stop here!" Zhou Fengchen said, brooking no argument. "Let's go!"

Wang Min took a deep breath and was about to stand up.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Hao suddenly widened his eyes and roared, "Damn it! A ghost!"

Suddenly, the head of the girl who had been flirting with him not far away fell off. Two small feet grew out from under her broken neck, and a disheveled head crawled around on the headless corpse.

Zhou Fengchen thought to himself, "This is bad! You must never say the word 'ghost' in front of ghosts. The reason why ghosts are ghosts is because they can't let their resentment get out. If you shout 'ghost,' it's almost like cursing someone 'damn it,' and it will arouse their anger."

really!

The entire hall fell silent instantly, the performance on the stage also stopped, and almost everyone's eyes turned towards them, a chilling aura emanating from them.

"Let's go!" Zhou Fengchen shouted, grabbing Wang Min and the stunned Jiang Hao and rushing outside.

But at that moment, the entire hall changed. It became rotten, filthy, and deathly silent. Everyone stood up, reverting to their pre-death appearance, bloody, terrifying, and roaring as they pounced.

Zhou Fengchen pulled the two of them along quickly, and in the blink of an eye they rushed to the door. However, when they looked up, they were dumbfounded. The door was gone, and there were thick walls all around.

Seeing countless evil spirits about to pounce, Zhou Fengchen quickly pulled the two behind him, formed hand seals, and chanted: "Heaven and earth are natural, the foul energy disperses, the cave is mysterious and vast, the primordial energy shines brightly..."

The evil spirits roared but dared not approach. Zhou Fengchen seized the opportunity to activate his Heavenly Eye, turning around to exclaim, "Heavenly Eye, break through illusions! Activate!"

A phantom door appeared diagonally opposite. He quickly pulled the two of them and shoved them into the wall, saying, "Wait for me outside!"

Terrified, Wang Min and Jiang Hao plunged into the wall and disappeared.

Zhou Fengchen turned around and sneered, "Today I'll wipe out all you wandering ghosts! Nine Palaces Talisman! Appear!"

shhhhhh...

Nine talismans flew out on their own, emitting a faint yellow light, forming a nine-square shape as they flew away.

Those wandering ghosts had almost no magical powers, only some spirituality. When struck by the talisman, they were instantly killed or injured in droves, and for a moment, ethereal screams echoed throughout the hall.

Seeing that the killing was almost over, Zhou Fengchen didn't dare to delay. He put away the talisman and rushed outside the wall.

A gentle breeze brushed against his face as Zhou Fengchen emerged from the water. He hurriedly exclaimed, "Quick, let's go! There might still be that old guy here!"

However, when I looked up, I was completely stunned.