Nightmare Attack

Chapter 272 Props
"It's like... a stage play." Tang Shirou who came over whispered, "I used to rehearse with people from the Art Academy in the school art troupe, and the sketch drawn by their teacher is a little bit like this."

"A script?" You Qi asked with staring eyes.

An Xuan put away the paper, looked up at the middle-aged woman, and asked, "You only need a few of us for the young master's play, or do we all need to go?"

"all."

"Then everyone has a copy of this?" An Xuan said, gesturing to the paper in his hand.

"No." The middle-aged woman shook her head, "After you finish reading it, I will show it to the doctors in the other two rooms."

As soon as the words fell, the middle-aged woman stretched out her hand, obviously wanting to get the paper back.

An Xuan smiled, and said in a very respectful tone: "Do you think this is good, I don't bother you to go again, I will inform them of the matter on this piece of paper."

The middle-aged woman stared at him indifferently, and after a while, asked, "Then can you guarantee that they will all participate?"

Nodding, An Xuan replied: "I promise."

"Third watch," the middle-aged woman announced in her usual tone: "Using the sound of the drum as a sign, all doctors, please prepare for the young master's request and gather at the water platform by the lake."

"You can go to eat later, it's in the pavilion by the lake, the food has been prepared for you, and the objects used for acting are placed near the pavilion, don't forget."

"Don't worry." An Xuan replied.

The middle-aged woman looked at An Xuan a few more times, then turned and left. Just like before, the woman's footsteps looked slow, but the speed was extremely fast, and she disappeared in the blink of an eye.

acting
"Listening to an opera is scary enough, but this time we are actually asked to act?" Youqi's head grew big, "With whom? A ghost?"

Tang Shirou, who was already terrified, lost her legs when she heard the words. She was attracted by the weirdness in the painting just now, and a few hours later, she was going to act with that young master Huang again.

"Brother You." An Xuan turned around and said in an unquestionable tone: "If you don't want to go, no one will force you."

Youqi stopped his mouth and stopped talking.

He was just complaining, but he still made it clear that something might happen if he went, but if he didn't go, something would definitely happen, and there was this strange painting in the room that you could tell something was wrong just by looking at it.

"Mr. An." Qin Jian's tone towards An Xuan was much more polite. He looked at the paper in An Xuan's hand, and asked tentatively, "Are we ... going to notify other people?"

An Xuan turned his head, and after looking at Qin Jian for a few seconds, he suddenly smiled: "Mr. Qin, what are you talking about? We are all poor people caught in a nightmare. Helping each other is the most basic thing."

Qin Jian was stunned for a moment, consciously slipping his words, and hastily defended, "I made a slip of the tongue, what I mean is, what time do you think is suitable for us to go?"

"Just now." Holding the paper tightly in his hands, An Xuan said without hesitation: "It's better to inform other people sooner rather than later, so that everyone can make preparations earlier."

"Mr. An is right," Tang Shirou echoed, "If we are together, we can come up with a better way."

Regarding Tang Shirou's words, Qin Jian and You Qi didn't even bother to do superficial work.

After closing the door, An Xuan's group of four first walked to Zuo Jing and the others' wing room, but before knocking on the door, the door opened by itself, and Shi Liao Zhi's disheveled yellow hair like a hen's nest was very conspicuous.

"What happened?" Zuo Jing who was beside him asked.

Obviously, they had seen the middle-aged woman come to their room just now, so they were ready.

"We're filming tonight." Holding the paper, An Xuan walked into their room, and said straight to the point: "Young Master Huang asked for it, so go with him."

Before Zuo Jing and the others had any reaction, An Xuan turned around and walked towards the room of Jiang Cheng and others.

But what I didn't expect was that the Jiangcheng people came out first, blocking An Xuan and his party from the door, "What's the matter?" Xia Meng raised her chin and asked.

Inside and outside the words, she didn't give An Xuan much face.

An Xuan glanced at the closed door of Jiangcheng's wing room, looked away, and said, "Just now Steward Zhou sent someone to inform the filming in the evening." He paused, "Young Master Huang asked to be with him."

Hearing this, Fatty's complexion brightened as expected.

"Tonight," An Xuan stared into Jiang Cheng's eyes, "it's three o'clock."

After the scene was silent for a while, Jiang Cheng, who was also staring at An Xuan, tilted his head carelessly, and said calmly, "It really scared me to death."

A few gazes scrutinized Jiang Cheng's face vaguely, and after a while, they moved away without a trace.

Only Tang Shirou was still immersed in her own world, and she didn't see any difference between the atmosphere present and before. She looked at Jiang Cheng who didn't care, and said anxiously: "Mr. An will inform you as soon as he gets the news, otherwise it will be that The middle-aged woman is here!"

She seemed to be taking credit for An Xuan, as if in her impression, if she came into contact with that weird and creepy middle-aged woman, something bad would definitely happen.

Hearing this, An Xuan's eyes moved unnaturally.

"Then it seems that I really need to thank Mr. An." It was Zuo Jing who spoke. She was already a little dissatisfied with An Xuan's intrusion into their room without permission, and she seemed to have discovered something at the moment.

"Mr. An intercepted the news in advance, did you find anything?" Jiang Cheng asked in a tone of asking for advice.

An Xuan still had that calm and breezy look, "This is what Young Master Huang sent someone to send. It marked the things we need to prepare, as well as moving positions, movements and so on." He unfolded the paper very naturally. instructions said.

"It's getting dark," someone said.

Looking up, the sun that was still overhead not long ago has already slanted to the west, and there is only a little afterglow left in the sky. Everyone knows that the speed of time in the nightmare world cannot be compared with the real world.

But this world is still too exaggerated.

It seems that all of this is preparing for the night's drama.

"Let's go eat first." Fatty suggested, "Let's talk while eating."

Due to something on their minds, everyone didn't have much appetite for this evening's meal. Thinking of the appearance of that young master Huang at night, they couldn't swallow any delicacies.

After a few simple bites, everyone gathered together and came under a tree outside the pavilion.

There are several large boxes here, which should be the props to be used tonight.

Open the box, there are neatly arranged, individual heads inside.

It's just a dummy head, made of paper pulp, with some cheap dyes on the outside to paint the facial features, blush and so on.

The inside of the human head is empty, and two large holes have been cut corresponding to the positions of the eyes, so it is very light in hand.

Youqi picked up one and made a simple gesture on his head, and said with a strange expression: "Why is this thing so like a paper doll burned for the dead?"

(End of this chapter)