Wu Yu sat in the front row of the audience, although she was too lazy to move, but she was driven by the people around her, and she unconsciously applauded.

"Classmate, which college are you from?"

Perhaps attracted by Wu Yu's beautiful face, the boy sitting next to her cautiously accosted her.

"Me?" Wu Yu laughed dumbly.

She stared into the boy's eyes for a moment, a flash of disappointment in her eyes, but she had well concealed the emotion.

Wu Yu smiled and responded, "I'm not from this school!" ”

"Okay......" The boy was obviously very unwilling, but when he wanted to re-raise the topic and continue talking, he found that Wu Yu's eyes were staring directly at the stage.

"The Tragedy of the Hanged King" is underway.

He followed Wu Yu's gaze, and the actors on the stage had already started to perform at some point. They were dressed in sumptuous black, with a high crown sand that fit snugly around their necks and a jagged undergarment. Although there are no jewels, gold and silver as a foil, the innate sense of nobility complements the arrogant expressions of the actors, which is even more shocking.

They were like a group of real aristocrats.

On a huge backdrop, the minaret rises and the church with its large stained glass is serene and quiet, blending in with the actors' movements.

Actor, backdrop...... By the way, there is also a man covered in bandages and a pointed skull, who stands quietly in the corner, blending in with the whole picture, making people feel the slightest sense of disobedience.

So what else was there for her to make such a surprised expression?

The boy was feeling strange, where did he expect Wu Yu to suddenly turn his head, and he was startled.

"What's wrong?"

"You, do you see the bandaged man on the stage?" Her voice came, with a strange seduction. Confuse.

The boy was even more surprised, but the object of his bizarre was not on the stage: "See, what's wrong with him?" ”

Wu Yu stopped talking, she slammed up from her seat, her eyes widening in disbelief, and she looked around—a faint look of tranquility appeared on the faces of every spectator.

It was as if at this moment, everyone was immersed in the actors' performances!

The sparse voice, I don't know when it started, stopped ringing and disappeared completely.

Wu Yu looked at the stage in a daze.

On stage, the actor in a black Gothic costume took a position and read out his own line: "Confusion, cries and screams of pain echo through the corridors, compose a symphony for the Lord of Pain!" ”

"Shivering, as wet and blood-red as midnight! Desperately, it is still not dead...... It's tormented! The mind is restless, knowing that it is isolated. ”

"However, this is not true."

Unclear meaning.

The whole stadium was infected by the great sadness hidden in this line, and this emotion spread like a virus. At first, there was a small range of low weeping, then the cry spread, and finally there was a whimper, which suddenly happened, making the hairs stand on end.

On stage, the show continued.

"The lonely king is gone, and the stars of the fifth night are with him. The stars could also see the dark clouds, the Great One, who had no more unfinished business, had left the ruined wooden church in isolation. ”

Reading the lines, a girl stood at the front of the stage, her left palm gently resting on her chest, and the other hand holding only a dagger. Her head was slightly tilted, and her eyes were sad.

"Not good! Stop her! ”

Wu Yu's face, which had been watching all this happen slowly, suddenly became as pale as paper, and she opened her mouth slightly, but the words seemed to be in her mouth, and she couldn't spit it out anyway.

The dagger swung violently, and along with the palm of her hand, it was pinned deep into the girl's chest.

For a moment, time seemed to slow down as it had been turned aside.

The grief on the girl's face slowly froze, and she slowly drew her blade as if she didn't feel the pain.

The blood-soaked dagger fell to the ground with an imperceptible crunch. Blood gushed out and poured down on the first row of the audience who had recently taken the stage, drenching their faces like rain.

The expressions on those stunned cheeks did not become frightened because of this, but erupted into more cheers and admiration.

"Okay—"

They clapped wildly, seeing the girl who was gradually losing consciousness and transformed into a cold corpse as part of the show, and no one doubted or questioned.

Is this the magic of acting?

"Beast! Definitely a beast! ”

Wu Yu's pupils shrank suddenly, and a touch of gloom and coldness appeared on her face.

The gushing red blood, like a key, broke through the valve of her memories.

……

"Hide, don't come out, no matter what happens."

……

The man and woman flashing back to his mind quickly turned into cold corpses, and the death was horrific.

Their eyes were kept open, like the eyes of a fish that never blinked, looking sadly in the direction in which they were.

……

"Damn it!"

Wu Yu cursed secretly in his heart.

She looked at the audience in this row of seats, and could no longer remain calm, but quickly left her seat and ran quickly in the direction of the stage.

Just as she was about to approach the stage, another figure slammed onto the stage.

Wu Yu hadn't seen the figure clearly, but her body had reacted instinctively, and she quickly crouched down and hid in the corner.

The audience around was still immersed in the crazy performance of the drama actors, and no one even paid attention to Wu Yu, who had just walked around. This also made her heart breathe a little relieved.

Her body was hidden behind a certain seat, and with a slight probe, she could easily see the face of the figure who had just rushed to the stage before herself.

It's just that when everything came into Wu Yu's eyes, her expression became extremely strange.

"That's ...... Zhuo Xuan? ”

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Drama…… Drama……

Repeating the word as if he were reciting a scripture reverently, Zhuo Xuan's forehead was bruised, eager to get inspiration from it.

Whether it was to help Zhou Xueqiu complete this task, or to save an entire actor in the drama club, Zhuo Xuan knew that he had to take action.

However, time is running out.

When someone fell on the stage, the blood slowly spilled like a blooming rose, bewitching and weird.

Emotional audiences, like crazy actors, are like demons in hell and take pleasure in creating horrific deaths.

A cold sweat broke out on Zhuo Xuan's forehead, but his body moved involuntarily.

He rushed onto the stage with one lunge, and in an instant, hundreds of pairs of eyes from the audience stared at him in unison.

Wearing a performance costume and not even having time to put on makeup, Zhuo Xuan looked like a group performance on the wrong set, he was at a loss to deal with such a thrilling scene, and his heart was suddenly suspended.

The unprecedented tension made Zhuo Xuan's body tremble, and he frantically hinted to himself!

Say something, say something!

Zhuo Xuan urged himself eagerly, but his body moved on its own as if he didn't obey the call.

He looked like an octopus ready to attack, his legs stretched out, his hands raised high above his head, and his mouth reciting extremely strange lines: "Don't be afraid of any difficulties we encounter!" ”

"We're going to face it with a smile!"

"The best way to get rid of fear is to face it! Persistence is victory! Come on, Ollie give-"