Even if the last actor survived, the play had stopped after all, and this would still trigger the ghost's killing condition.

What was more troublesome was that Jiang Cheng had no way to deal with it. After all, he was not from the opera troupe and knew almost nothing about opera. If he rashly went on stage, he might cause some big trouble.

At the critical moment, a figure leaped up from behind the stage, doing several backflips in a row, all the way to the middle of the stage. Only then did Jiang Cheng see clearly that the person in the painted face was the troupe leader!

The old troupe leader was calm and composed, and his voice amazed the audience as soon as he opened his mouth. Then he struck a pose, singing the opera lyrics while pacing on the stage. His feet stepped in the blood, making a "pa da, pa da" sound, but the old troupe leader's face was as usual.

Fortunately, the surviving actors, who had been frightened silly, also reacted and scrambled off the stage.

The restless charred corpses calmed down again after seeing this scene. Even the charred corpse ghosts that had appeared on the stage no longer made any extra movements. They turned around, took stiff steps, walked off the stage, and returned to their seats to sit down.

From Jiang Cheng's angle, he could see beads of sweat streaming down the old troupe leader's temples. One could imagine that the old troupe leader was also very nervous at the moment. A careless move, and tonight he would die without a complete corpse.

The crisis on the stage had not been completely resolved, but one wave had not subsided, and another rose. A new situation appeared offstage. The girl carrying the gong to collect tips from the patrons was stopped again.

This time, a charred corpse ghost actually left its seat and squatted directly in the girl's path.

"Thank you for your support, thank you for your support..."

The girl was blindfolded and didn't notice the charred corpse ghost squatting in front of her at all. Jiang Cheng weighed the sachets in his hand, aimed, and threw it hard at the charred corpse ghost. It hit the charred corpse ghost's head right on the mark.

As the girl's footsteps fell, the hit charred corpse ghost mechanically stood up and returned to its seat. Whether it was an illusion or not, Jiang Cheng felt that the charred corpse ghost had glared at him.

Finally, the girl finished her circle and went back.

Jiang Cheng also let out a long sigh of relief.

After a burst of rapid drumming, the play reached its climax. The old troupe leader had a solid foundation, singing and dancing alone, and he managed to bring the play back to a successful conclusion by his own strength.

After the last line of the lyrics landed, the charred corpses sitting near Jiang Cheng suddenly began to twist, giving people a feeling of great pain. Then, their ugly mouths opened, and a choking thick smoke spewed out from inside.

These charred corpse ghosts... were actually burning!

Burning from the inside out!

After a brief panic, Jiang Cheng recalled the records in the newspaper. The old woman had also seen ghost opera and said that after the ghost opera ended, the spectators under the stage spontaneously combusted, and only the person sitting in the middle walked onto the stage and disappeared with the ghost opera stage.

Thinking of this, Jiang Cheng raised his head, and the stage was empty.

Without hesitation, Jiang Cheng ran onto the stage. He didn't see anything like a door, so he lifted the curtain at the back of the stage. The people in the troupe were all there, packing their things. Only the old troupe leader was standing by the wall, waving at Jiang Cheng.

The movements were slow, and the range was not large, kind of like floating. The old troupe leader had a kind smile on his face, but after looking at this smile for a long time, it was actually a bit creepy.

The charred corpses under the stage had been completely swallowed by the fire. The fire was very fierce, and the charred corpses were twisted in posture, making crackling sounds from time to time. The smell of burnt flesh was transmitted, which was disgusting.

Seeing that Jiang Cheng didn't go over, the old troupe leader looked a little anxious, as if he was doing it for Jiang Cheng's own good. The waving action was also much faster. "Hurry up, young man, if you don't leave, you'll never be able to leave!"

While urging Jiang Cheng, the old troupe leader also stretched his neck and looked at the audience, as if worried that the burning charred corpses would stand up at any time and stagger over.

The play was very real, but the fake is fake, and it will never become real.

After discovering that there was a problem with the old troupe leader, Jiang Cheng observed more carefully. He noticed that although the charred corpses outside were burning fiercely, the damage was not great. According to the newspaper records, these "spectators" were burned to ashes in an instant after watching the ghost opera.

This fire... seemed to be covering up something.

Jiang Cheng ignored the old troupe leader's urging, turned his head, and focused his attention on the charred corpses under the stage. Slowly, under the reflection of the fire, Jiang Cheng found a clue. The farthest seat in the last row... was actually empty!

One charred ghost was missing!

Now Jiang Cheng understood. If nothing unexpected happened, the old troupe leader waving in front of him was disguised by the charred ghost, and the purpose was naturally to lure him over and kill him.

How sinister! If he hadn't been careful, he would have easily capsized in the gutter.

Looking at the old troupe leader's kind smile, Jiang Cheng also smiled. While walking towards the old troupe leader, he quietly took out the sachets from his pocket, clenched them tightly, and suddenly threw them at the old troupe leader.

The sachets hit the old troupe leader's face. The originally light sachets actually knocked the old troupe leader over. When he stood up again, the old troupe leader had completely changed his appearance. His whole body was pitch black, and his charred, bark-like skin hung on his face in pieces, tottering.

But the charred ghost, after being exposed, did not attack Jiang Cheng. The next second, a flame rushed out of the charred ghost's chest, and after a while, the charred ghost turned into ashes.

At the same time, the charred corpse ghosts in the seats were the same, all dissipating in the flames. In the empty hall, a gust of wind rose out of thin air, and the remaining ashes were like a black snow.

The black ashes kept falling, and the surrounding was filled with a desperate atmosphere like the end of the world. This scene reminded Jiang Cheng of the scene when he boarded the bus. How similar!

He sniffed, and his nasal cavity was filled with the burnt smell of ashes.

He knew he had succeeded.

This time... he survived again.

In the wind and snow transformed by the ashes, the ghost opera stage was also affected, and a fire broke out, which was wiped out in a moment.

At this moment, in the original position of the ghost opera stage, or rather, on the ground under the ghost opera stage, a secret door appeared.

There was a bronze handle on the secret door.

Without hesitation, Jiang Cheng walked over, pulled the handle, and lifted the secret door. There was a wooden ladder leading down, but he couldn't see anything below, only endless darkness, no matter how hard he strained his eyes.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Cheng grabbed the ladder and tentatively climbed down slowly, but as soon as he stepped firmly for two steps, the seemingly solid ladder suddenly collapsed, and he fell into the darkness with it.

In the last glance, he saw many figures appearing not far from the secret door, including the old troupe leader, the girl, and many other members of the troupe. They stood in a row, looking at him.

In a trance, Jiang Cheng seemed to see a figure, standing at the end of the crowd, unusually familiar.

It was... a person holding up a newspaper to cover his face.