"No, there should be another body, why… why can't I find it?" Wu Dali looked like a charred corpse, his flesh like dried bark hanging on his face, his voice sounding like it came from hell.

The impact of witnessing this scene firsthand was indescribable. No one knew who fired the first shot, but then the gunshots rang out like firecrackers, unstoppable.

The person who went down didn't even have time to climb out before being riddled with bullets.

But Wu Dali, who was hit the most and whose body was fragmented, didn't seem to feel anything. He kept his head down, raised his tool, and dug at the dirt, again and again, "Where's the body? Why can't I find it? Why can't I find it?!"

Wu Dali's voice became more and more hurried, and the surrounding people scrambled away, fleeing for their lives.

After the officer leading the team returned, he shut himself in, living in constant fear. A few days later, in the dead of night, he suddenly went into a fit of hysteria, used his service pistol to kill his wife and children, then set a fire in the bedroom, burning the whole family to cinders.

Of course, that included himself.

Even more bizarre, according to those who had been to the scene of the fire, when the officer's body was found, it was lying neatly in front of the dressing mirror in his home, his hands placed flat on his chest, very peaceful.

After a series of events, the rumors of the haunted Roman Grand Hotel were completely confirmed. For a long time after that, many people who didn't believe in the supernatural took over the hotel and renovated it, but without exception, everything was eventually destroyed by a strange fire.

What was frightening was that the number of victims in each fire was one more than the last.

And according to rumors, in the charred corpses after each fire, there was one that could not be identified.

It was like a curse.

That was until a mysterious person appeared. This person stood outside the hotel for a moment, then found one of the owners behind the hotel and said he had a way to solve the curse of the Roman Grand Hotel.

This person's name is no longer known; all that is known is that he was a man.

The man asked the owner to hire a troupe of actors at a high price, requiring the troupe to enter the Roman Grand Hotel with him, which had been burned down and not yet renovated, and stay there for the whole night.

But the Roman Grand Hotel was notorious, and the local troupes avoided it like the plague. Even if they were paid ten times the price, no one dared to spend the night there. But in that era, human life was cheap, and in the end, one troupe was forced to follow the man into the hotel.

The man reassured them that as long as they obeyed, nothing would happen. After it was over, he would give them a large sum of money, enough for them to live the rest of their lives in peace.

Since things had come to this, the troupe leader could only reluctantly agree.

These people followed the man's orders and built a stage in the widest part of the hotel lobby. The stage was not square like a traditional stage, but wide at the front and narrow at the back. At the same time, they stuck flags with strange colors and patterns on the edges of the stage.

What the troupe members couldn't understand most was that after the stage was set up, the man tore a large bundle of white cloth and ordered everyone to use the white cloth to enclose an area outside the stage.

Finally, he dragged out chairs from the hotel rooms, still with the smell of scorching on them.

Looking at all this, the old troupe leader's face showed panic. Unlike those greenhorns, he had seen things.

The stage was wide in the front and narrow in the back, and the flags the man brought were narrow at the top and wide at the bottom. These were all taboos. The most terrible thing was that the white cloth the man tore was very rough white linen, the kind used for mourning the dead.

Putting these arrangements together, the old troupe leader understood everything. Tonight's performance was not for the living, but for the wronged souls who died here!

This was a ghost play!

Realizing this, the old troupe leader found the man and knelt down with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly, begging the man to spare them, that their troupe had old and young, they absolutely dared not take this play, this was not just breaking the rules, this was taking their lives!

Troupes that had performed ghost plays usually ended very miserably. If there was a mistake in performing for the living, at most the troupe would lose the venue and be booed, ruining their reputation.

But if there was a mistake in performing a ghost play, it would be a big deal. At best, they would be plagued by bad luck; at worst, they would die on the spot. In the old troupe leader's experience, no troupe had dared to take on the job of performing a ghost play for many years.

Hearing the old troupe leader's words, the troupe immediately exploded. Everyone spoke at once, relying on their numbers, with an air that if the man didn't compromise, they would tear him to pieces.

But the man wasn't anxious or annoyed. He looked at them calmly with a pair of peaceful eyes, and finally said slowly, "Okay, if you want to leave, I won't stop you."

Hearing this, the troupe members breathed a sigh of relief, packed their things, and were about to run away.

But then the man's words made them freeze on the spot. The man turned his head and looked at the old troupe leader, who was being helped away, and said lightly, "Step out of this door, and I guarantee you won't live to see tomorrow morning."

A strong man in the troupe slammed his luggage to the ground, angrily saying, "If you dare to play any tricks, I'll fight you to the death!"

The man was still as calm as before, "I will naturally forgive you, but… whether they will or not, I don't know." The man looked around the stage.

It wasn't clear why, but apart from them, there was clearly no one else around the stage, but when the man looked over, everyone suddenly felt the surrounding temperature drop.

Hearing this, the old troupe leader immediately looked at the stage. Soon, as if realizing something, his eyes were filled with fear, and his withered face twitched. Then, he slapped himself hard.

"Smack!"

"Old troupe leader!" The woman supporting him exclaimed, and the other members of the troupe were dumbfounded.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I kowtow to all of you esteemed patrons! Now that the stage has been set up and the chairs for the audience have been arranged, our troupe naturally dares not break the contract. Please, esteemed patrons, grace us with your presence tonight. We await your arrival!"

"A momentary slip of the tongue, please don't blame us, please don't blame us!" The old troupe leader knelt down tremblingly and kowtowed to the surroundings of the stage, with such force that it made a "thump" sound.

At the same time, the others in the troupe also realized that there were rules to performing a ghost play. You could refuse, but as long as you set up the stage and arranged the welcoming chairs, it meant that you had accepted the job and issued an invitation to the wandering ghosts in the area.

Once the invitation was made, it must not be broken, otherwise you would bear the consequences.