Yu Qi was like a walking atmosphere terminator. After he said that, Tang Shirou's hand trembled, and she dropped the paper head on the ground.

The head rolled a few times on the ground, hit a box, made a very soft "thump" sound, and stopped.

But to everyone's surprise, the stopped paper head shook and just turned its face to the position where Tang Shirou was standing.

Under the rough craftsmanship, the corners of the eyes, like tears, were slightly raised, and the position of the mouth was heavily marked with a red pen, as if... smiling at her.

A chill spread along Tang Shirou's spine.

The next second, it covered her whole body.

Night fell quickly, just like last night. Under the night, the lake surface was slowly covered by a thin mist blown from nowhere. The three teams cautiously shrank in their respective rooms.

All the candles were lit, but no one made a sound.

They were all waiting.

Waiting for the drum sound that served as the opening horn of the good show, and... Young Master Huang.

Three paper heads were lined up in the corner of the room. In the dim candlelight, Fatty only glanced at them and was so frightened that his hair stood on end.

Although these paper heads looked rough during the day, they actually seemed to come alive, baring their teeth and grinning, in the flickering candlelight at night.

Later, the doctor explained to him that although these paper heads looked rough, they were all made with great care. The craftsman was an old hand, and each stroke was infused with charm. It was not something an ordinary craftsman could do.

Fatty understood, but he knew that the doctor was very good at drawing, especially sketching. With just a few strokes, he could outline the most important charm of a person. That was how they found Xia Meng with the doctor's paintings.

It is said that art is interconnected, and these two should be similar.

He thought to himself.

"Huh?" The next second, Fatty's eyes suddenly moved.

"Why are you so jumpy?" Xia Meng questioned in a low voice. She was also tense at the moment, and Fatty's sudden voice interrupted her thoughts.

Jiang Cheng turned his head, stared at him, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Fatty didn't speak at first, but after a long while, he asked in a low voice with an unconfident tone, "Did you... did you hear anything just now?"

"No."

"What did you hear?" Jiang Cheng asked back.

"I don't know either." Fatty said honestly, "A rustling sound, like... like something..." He paused, thought for a while, and swallowed before saying, "Swimming in the lake."

Hearing this, Xia Meng's expression immediately changed, "Are you sure?"

"No." Fatty was a little nervous, "But I really..."

"Dong!"

The three people's eyes changed at the same time.

It was the sound of a drum.

Although it was not very loud, it could be said to be clear in this quiet night.

The drum sound was ethereal, spreading far along the lake.

"Dong!"

Another sound.

"Take your things, let's go," Jiang Cheng first put on the paper head, and then slowly opened the door a crack.

The lake outside was shrouded in mist, even covering the lake surface. If it weren't for the chilling atmosphere, it would really look like a fairyland.

Fatty and Xia Meng also put on their paper heads and followed Jiang Cheng out.

Now the visibility was poor, and the three of them were wearing costumes and paper heads, so it was difficult to tell who was who without hearing their voices.

In this way, the three groped their way to the lakeside, with each of them pulling on the sleeve of another.

This was Jiang Cheng's idea. After all, in this ghostly place, even if you go missing for a minute, the one who comes back may be something else.

The other two teams were a little faster than them, and they had already gathered, standing by the lake, looking towards the opposite bank.

On the other side of the lake... there was a faint light.

At first, there were only a few, then a dozen, and finally dozens, all red lanterns, floating on the lake, wandering in the mist.

Like eyes that had been dug out, blood red eyes.

"The drum sound has already sounded, so we shouldn't delay," An Xuan's voice came from a paper head, "Let's go to the designated location to gather first, and then start preparing."

No one objected, this was decided from the beginning.

Walking around half of the lake, they finally found a secluded house at the location marked on the paper.

It seemed that no one had visited this house for a long time. When the wooden door was pushed open, it made a long and ear-piercing "creak" sound.

The moonlight was good tonight. In the bright moonlight, two square red sedan chairs were placed on the open space in front of them.

The curtain in front of the sedan chair door was lifted and tucked to the left and right, and there was only one seat inside.

The sedan chairs were painted with colorful and auspicious patterns, which were very festive, and looked like they were used by wealthy families to welcome brides.

But at the moment, no one felt festive, because the play they were going to perform tonight was to use these two red sedan chairs... to welcome brides.

In the middle of the night... to welcome brides.

"Do you all remember the steps?" It was still An Xuan's voice, but at this moment, the always calm him had a hint of ups and downs in his tone.

"The people in our room, plus Brother Chen, are the first group," An Xuan said, "After the third drum sound, we go up first, and then the rest of the people as the second group, wait for the fourth drum sound to go up to meet us."

"Remember." An Xuan lowered his voice and emphasized, "After the play starts, everyone should not speak, do not make any unnecessary movements, and do not take off the paper heads and costumes, in case something happens."

"Five drum sounds are to change the sedan chairs, and the people in the sedan chairs don't need to move. Six drum sounds, the two groups of people carry the sedan chairs and disperse from the left and right respectively, then return here to gather, and when the seventh drum sound sounds, this play is over."

"Okay." He took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled. The eyes revealed from the paper head faintly reflected light, "I hope everyone can get through this safely."

After the voice fell, the two groups of people each rushed to their own red sedan chair, which had been discussed before.

One group of five people, four sedan chair carriers, and one "bride."

Since it was a bride, it was natural for a woman to play the role, so only Tang Shirou was suitable in An Xuan's group, and there were two women, Xia Meng and Zuo Qing, in Jiang Cheng's group.

Although it was all acting, at least from a sensory point of view, playing the bride was more dangerous, although the script did not mention who was getting married in the middle of the night.

But anyone with a brain knew that the bridegroom was Young Master Huang.

Because he was the protagonist tonight.

To put it bluntly, these people were all pulled in to cooperate with him as supporting actors.

Just when Fatty thought that Xia Meng and Zuo Qing, these two women who looked very shrewd, would argue over this matter, Zuo Qing actually agreed to this errand very easily.

This really shocked Fatty.

It seemed that in Zuo Qing's eyes, the bride who was betrothed to Young Master Huang was safer.