Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Stage
The dungeon was bustling for several days.
Some of the ghosts can't be lively.,It's okay if you haven't been named.,Wake up in weekday work clothes.,People who have been named like Mustard Boat can't get past if they want to get by.。
She stuck a hairpin in her hair.
Anyway, the old thief of Hades said that she should wear this dress to work, but he didn't say that she should not be allowed to transform her type.
I don't know who she learned this sewing and embroidery craft from, but she picked up the needle and thread very easily.
She changed the good maid's outfit into an elegant long robe dress like a nun.
The high heels under her feet were also removed by her with bows.
Clean and neat.
Satisfied to watch the rhythm of their own transformation.
The ghost king came and knocked on the door.
New mission, extradite a group of ghosts back to the underworld.
"A herd?" She looked at the words on it, and then at the ghost baby.
The ghost baby patted the Cerberus and motioned for the Cerberus to be quiet.
"Yes, Lord Mustard, His Royal Highness Hades said that this is a group of good ghosts with obsessions, and they just need to be properly guided to let them let go of the obsessions in their hearts and return to the underworld."
The ghost baby shook her big head.
Mustard Boat took out a wad of Dead Coins from his pocket and gave it to the ghost baby.
Then I thought about it, this kind of ghost gathering can escape the annual night walk of a hundred ghosts, and can also be tacitly allowed by the underworld to stay in the world.
It should be a ghost who has never done anything bad before and after death.
That's weird.
can stay in the world for so long, and is still acquiesced by the underworld, why is she allowed to be extradited now?
But the tasks have been issued, and she still has to work.
After changing into this new set of work clothes and not being so exposed, Mustard's mood was obviously much better.
and hummed the unknown ballad.
Pick up the fanged mask, fortunately the mask hasn't changed, otherwise she would have cried.
……
The excitement in the world continues, and the live broadcast room of Mustard Boat is open again.
"Look what I found! The anchor has changed his work clothes! Wow Ka Ka, although it's not the maid outfit from the other day, it's still beautiful! ”
"I actually changed my clothes, but this one really makes the anchor look better."
"A few days ago, the heat of the underworld conference has not gone down, and the anchor has started broadcasting again!"
"Whispering, this year's so-called idols are the worst year, and the hot searches are almost all occupied by national events and anchors, and they have spent so much money that they have not made a splash."
"It's time to get rid of bad luck even if you are entertained to death!"
"What does this mean, it shows that the anchor's personality charm is stronger than theirs! still loves idols, they can't compare to a ghost! ”
Good guy, as soon as these words came out, they instantly resonated.
After that, it's easy to scold people.
You said that your brother (sister) is awesome, can your brother (sister) compare to the anchor? Can it suppress the hot search of the anchor?
Obviously not!
"Today's live mission:
Live broadcast for three hours, to be completed/the popularity of the live broadcast room reaches the million level, to be completed/hidden tasks, to be triggered. ”
Mustard Boat was stunned.
This task panel rarely appears, and it will only appear to remind her unless a special task appears, otherwise it is the same as clocking in at work on weekdays, without the majesty of the system.
This hidden quest made Wasabi a little curious.
But let's finish the above two first.
Every time I turn on the live broadcast, there are not many words from Mustard.
Everyone will not deliberately let her speak, because the protagonist of the live broadcast will never be her, but the story of every ghost she brings.
The place where the mustard boat received the mission this time was an ancient city.
A prestigious ancient city.
But there are times when the ancient city is lonely.
A bluestone path, at the end of the road is a stage that has not been managed for a long time, the wood is overgrown with weeds, it is very empty, there are many chairs under the stage, but there is no one.
Some of the chairs were so dirty that they couldn't sit anymore.
Through the sunlight, the shade of the trees swayed, illuminating the former glory of this stage.
……
"Suddenly my nose was sore."
"It's all our culture, how can it be ...... like this?"
"Is this from the ancient city? I still remember when I was a child, my grandmother would take me to the theater after dinner, but now it turns out that things are wrong. ”
"What are the streamers doing here?"
……
Mustard Zhou looked at it, this time the target was not this stage, but just passing by her and pausing.
There is no one here.
What can she do when she comes?
Straight through the wall, behind the wall is the busy avenue.
It's hard to imagine such a huge contrast to the barrenness in front of the wall.
In the gymnasium next to this, an earth-shattering sound resounded.
Mustard Boat looked at the time, anyway, it was still early, so he floated in to join in the fun.
The scene was crowded, and the people inside were holding a support stick in their hands.
Mustard Boat doesn't know these things, but the sailors in the live broadcast room do.
……
"What is this? White prostitution concert? ”
"The anchor took us to prostitute together, this has nothing to do with us!"
"Ahhh Bin cub's concert, woo woo, the tickets are too expensive for me to afford, so I didn't go to it! ”
"It's very ironic, the stage next door is overgrown with withered grass, and the concert here is overcrowded, what a irony!"
"That's not right for you, who wants to listen to the babbling of the singing, isn't this modern music good?"
"You know the! Modern music, pop music is the mainstream, isn't it better to watch movies and TV series than to listen to those people babbling and singing there that we can't understand? ”
The voice in the live broadcast room gradually became full of anger.
Mustard Boat glanced lightly.
I found that there were several other impermanences around, and I was afraid that a few people would die in this concert.
Several impermanences have also discovered the mustard boat.
Nodding to each other, they went about their own business.
There was a lot of noise in the live broadcast room, and it became a battlefield without gunsmoke.
The mustard boat watched helplessly, and then floated out again.
She was just curious to come in and take a look, but she didn't expect it to make them quarrel.
It's a strange way of thinking in humans.
But the real destination is also a stage.
It's just that this stage has grand specifications, during which the archway, the pavilion, the cloister, the wall, the stage carved beams and painted buildings, the momentum is seizing, and the fun is full of fun.
Step on a white tree, a bridge of rain and an umbrella.
The caisson on the top of the stage is in the shape of a dome.
There are twenty-two circles and twenty arcs intersecting, and twenty-eight golden birds with wings spread are distributed around.
In the center is a mirror.
This structure is said to contribute to good acoustics.
On the front of the stage, there are also wood carving patterns such as phoenixes, lions, opera literati, and double dragons playing with pearls, all of which are pasted with gold leaf, which is ingenious.
Even the well-informed mustard boat was shocked by the location this time.
This is all the royal drama garden in ancient times.
There are VIP seats on the opposite side above the stage, all of which are Taishi chairs, and the square downstairs is a simple wooden bench.
To the surprise of Mustard, at this time, there were still people who came to listen to the play.
It stands to reason that there is no one.
After all, the information in her notebook says that this stage was lonely more than ten years ago, and it has been the owner of the stage who has been struggling for more than ten years, and it seems that it will not be able to hold on......