The constantly changing Chinese characters on the screen made Lin Fan involuntarily hold his breath.
He stared intently at the television screen, watching the Chinese characters change to [壹].
At that moment, everyone in the VIP boxes, on the stage, in the aisles, and in the lobby of Buckingham, whether they were afraid or not, subconsciously looked at the electronic screen closest to them.
As the character "壹" disappeared, they saw the figure in the opera robe again.
Those who saw the figure in the opera robe with their head bowed couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. At the same time, they secretly wondered which unlucky person had been suddenly chosen.
On the television, the figure in the opera costume stared at Lin Fan and the others with a mocking smile.
The girls in the entire private room couldn't help but tremble.
They kept kowtowing and praying in a low voice, "It wasn't me, it wasn't me!"
Don't choose me!
Lin Fan, Spider, and the sorceress, despite all three of them having mentally prepared themselves.
Yet, at this moment, I also felt an instinctive tension.
On either side of Lin Fan, the sorceress and the spider both trembled involuntarily, as if an electric current had passed through their bodies. A strange shiver ran through them.
Lin Fan, however, smiled like a madman.
"Pick me, I need to pick up my sister," he said with a smile.
His words caused everyone else in the private room to turn around and look at him in shock.
"Yes, yes, yes! Pick him! Pick him!"
"He asked to perform! He's asking for trouble! Pick him! Pick him!!!"
The four girls offering paid companionship shouted loudly, hoping the figure in the opera costume on stage could hear them.
Chen Qian, the girl in charge of taking song requests, gritted her teeth and didn't say a word.
On the stage, the figures in theatrical robes, their faces full of mockery, stood there silently, clearly not hearing their voices.
He made a gesture of wild laughter, slowly raised his hand, and pointed to the private room where Lin Fan was.
Every single person.
Then, as Lin Fan had been anticipating...
Amidst the tension between the spider and the sorceress, and the prayers of the girls, Number 66, wearing yoga pants, disappeared from their sight with a look of terror on her face.
The girls who weren't chosen couldn't help but relax.
Based on their experience, once a particular private room is chosen, the others who remain are essentially given a safety net. They won't be chosen again that night.
They lived another day.
"We're safe! We're safe!" The girls hugged each other, sobbing uncontrollably...
"Xiao Fan, don't worry, let's take another look." Spider and the sorceress stood up together, pulled Lin Fan back down, and sat down on the sofa with him again.
Lin Fan nodded, looking at his younger sister on TV.
And their figures on stage.
The figure in the blood-red theatrical robe had already stood aside, leaving only the girl in yoga pants standing fearfully in the center of the stage.
The bright lights shone on her, making her the sole protagonist in the darkness.
In the darkness, the burning red candles and incense sticks flickered, seemingly anticipating her performance.
"The show has already started."
Are you ready?
"Our audience is looking forward to your performance."
The man in the blood-red theatrical robe inquired according to custom.
The girl in yoga pants shuddered violently: "I... I'm not ready yet."
"The act I want to perform is... pole dancing."
"There are no steel pipes here."
She said, her voice trembling.
"hehe..."
"That's easy!"
The man in the crimson robe chuckled, and his body instantly transformed into crimson paper cranes, flying into the darkness.
At the same time, a fleshy steel pipe, as thick as an arm and made up of fingers clenched together, silently appeared in front of the girl.
Those fingers writhed incessantly, emitting silent, painful howls.
In the audience, the memorial tablets bounced and thumped in unison.
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"Please begin your performance."
The little sister, who was happily eating the gold ingot, was startled by the thumping sound and her body jerked violently, even dropping the half-eaten gold ingot to the ground.
She glared at the memorial tablets, hummed, sat down, and continued to eat the incense and candles.
The girl in yoga pants climbed onto the steel pipe, her body swaying nimbly as she danced up and down it, twisting like a snake.
In the private room,
The spider's eyes widened:
"This is fucking..."
"A ghost talent show!" He couldn't help but mutter under his breath as he looked at the paper ingots, incense sticks, and memorial tablets below the stage.
"I heard that two months ago there was a local custom of dancing erotic dances at gravesites—I originally thought it was just people from that time creating abstract content online."
"Looking at it today, this might be true. Perhaps our ancestors just liked this kind of thing?"
"Of course, speaking from my own perspective, if I were to die, I would much rather my descendants hire people to perform erotic dances at my grave than have them wailing and making a nuisance..."
"Yeah, he should jump for at least seven days and seven nights. I hope he can crawl out of his grave."
"In ancient times, people danced seductive dances on grave mounds; now, people dance on poles in front of memorial tablets..."
Hearing the spider's mutterings, Lin Fan couldn't help but feel great admiration. Spider Brother truly lived up to his name.
They achieved consistency with ease.
Even after death, he remained a ghost whose heart was only for women; he is truly admirable.
on stage,
The girl in yoga pants, panting heavily, secured her body to the steel pole.
He was hanging upside down with his head down and his legs up, and he even did a difficult split.
The spider stared in disbelief: "Her, her mother!"
"Is she that popular? Why didn't she perform for me just now? I paid her!"
"Mommy's!"
"Buckham's service is getting worse and worse, and they are not professional at all."
"Hmph." The fortune teller rolled her eyes at him. "Didn't you say you'd never been to Buckingham?"
The spider was about to speak when a series of thumping sounds interrupted him. Everyone involuntarily turned to look at the enormous stage and the dense darkness beneath it.
On the long bench, the plaques were shaking violently.
The black memorial tablet on the third long bench from the left in the first row jumped high and landed on the octagonal table in front of it.
Its wooden beak extended, and it bit off a piece of incense.
With the action of chewing wax, it transformed into a pale, emaciated young man.
His eyes were as black as an opium addict's, and his cheeks were sunken like a tuberculosis patient's. He was wearing a light green burial shroud embroidered with peonies and had Chinese knot buttons. He held a large opium pipe in his hand and stared straight at the woman on the steel pipe.
"cough."
"Cough cough..."
He covered his mouth with a blue handkerchief and coughed twice like a sick ghost.
Inside Buckingham, everyone held their breath. They knew this was the moment to decide the fate of the girl in the yoga pants.
"that..."
"Your performance was excellent; I enjoyed it very much."
Hearing his praise, the girl in yoga pants instantly relaxed and burst into tears.
Immediately afterwards, his body began to tremble uncontrollably; it was the trembling of excitement from surviving a disaster.
She knew she had come back to life.
"but..."
"Cough cough."
The consumptive-looking man raised his head, his eyes suddenly flashing with resentment and disdain.
"Such an elegant stage, yet you've used it to perform such vulgar and low-class stuff..."
"I don't like it at all."
"so..."
"You're actually already dead, you don't mean..."
"Haven't you noticed it all along?"
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