"Fatty," Jiang Cheng said suddenly.

Fatty nodded repeatedly as he walked, "Doctor, you say it, I'm listening."

"After you go back, tell them about what happened today."

Fatty blinked, "How should I say it?"

"Tell the truth," Jiang Cheng said, "In detail."

"Then why don't you just tell them, Doctor?" Fatty said embarrassedly, "Doctor, you know I'm stupid, I'm afraid I won't be able to explain some things clearly."

Jiang Cheng sighed and complained with some dissatisfaction, "If they would believe me, would I need you?"

The truth was about what Jiang Cheng had expected.

No, not about, but much worse than he had expected.

Fatty sat at the table, and everyone gathered around in a circle, but strangely, while everyone listened to Fatty's story, their eyes were fixed on Jiang Cheng, their gazes full of suspicion.

Until Jiang Cheng consciously took a few steps back, away from the crowd, everyone's brows immediately relaxed, and suddenly they felt that what Fatty said was much more credible.

"So this Butler Zhou sneaked into the Huang Mansion later, and he is the father of the dead woman, wanting to avenge her?" You Qi said in surprise.

Zuo Jing glanced at him and added, "Not only revenge, but also to resurrect her with evil magic."

They now understood that the human skin drum and the midnight opera were all tricks played by Butler Zhou and others, the purpose of which was to give ghosts a chance to kill.

In order to finally resurrect his daughter.

"But how did they do it?" You Qi looked around suspiciously and said, "Master Huang was able to accumulate such a large fortune, he wouldn't be an easily manipulated fool, right?"

"It was done through the Young Master Huang," An Xuan said calmly, "Master Huang missed his son so much after Young Master Huang's death. I think this Butler Zhou must have revealed to Master Huang that he had a way to resurrect Young Master Huang. The reason why Master Huang would dress up as Young Master Huang was also because he was bewitched by them."

There was no doubt that this was the most plausible explanation.

"How much time do we have left?" Xia Meng asked a key question.

"Not sure," Fatty spread his hands like Jiang Cheng had done before, "The book says there are still 4 days, but I don't think so, at most..." He held up two fingers and shook them, "Two nights."

"Does the book record how to deal with this ghost?" Although he knew that this question was unlikely to have an answer, An Xuan still asked.

"No."

"Stop the ceremony," Chen Qiang suddenly said, "I mean, if we all refuse to participate in the next play, will... this ceremony be interrupted?"

"But it is also possible to encounter some kind of misfortune for violating the rules," Jiang Cheng said naturally.

Before he finished speaking, everyone's minds involuntarily flashed back to the way Tang Shirou died, she was the best example.

"The ghost... shouldn't attack everyone who violates the rules, right?" You Qi also echoed Chen Qiang's words, "If all of us..."

"Who will be the first?" An Xuan asked the most critical question, looking up. His eyes were very calm, but they gave people a strong sense of oppression, and You Qi immediately stopped talking.

Time was precious and should not be wasted on such meaningless questions.

"Mr. Hao, what's your opinion?" An Xuan looked at Jiang Cheng.

Zuo Jing's gaze also focused on Jiang Cheng's face. No one believed that Fatty could get back such information, it should all be his credit.

Perhaps... he was hiding clues that no one knew.

"I think we should go and see that painting first," Jiang Cheng suggested.

The painting was covered by a piece of red cloth, the deep red color made An Xuan and Zuo Jing feel very uncomfortable, as if it was a deep red flag, floating in front of them.

You Qi stood in front of the painting covered by the red cloth, looking very uneasy, because he was the one who hung the red cloth. In his hometown, there was a saying that red cloth... could ward off evil.

Some old mirrors, or old paintings, over time, might have nurtured spirits inside. When not in use, they should be covered with red cloth, which could eliminate disasters and avoid misfortunes for the family.

But before entering the nightmare, You Qi, this burly man, did not believe in these things, but now, he couldn't help but be superstitious. After all, he already knew that ghosts were real, and even more terrifying than he had imagined.

"Who did it?" Xia Meng asked knowingly, "Take it down yourself."

You Qi swallowed, seemed to want to explain, but after seeing the eyes of others, he wisely closed his mouth. He had a flash of inspiration, went outside to pick up a wooden stick, and then picked off the red cloth.

At the moment when the red cloth fell, Zuo Jing, who was closest, couldn't help but gasp.

The painting... had changed.

The woman in the painting had completely turned her face around, and the face that was originally smiling had suddenly changed its appearance.

Now the woman in the painting was smiling very strangely, with cold eyes and exaggeratedly raised eyebrows, just like those paper figures with painted eyebrows.

Sure enough...

There wasn't much time left.

The background of the painting had also changed again, and the details gradually increased. A scarlet full moon hung in the sky, and the pavilion under the moonlight was unusually gloomy. A paper figure was riding on a drum, beating the human skin drum.

Even through the painting, one could feel a trace of coldness seeping out from the front.

"Dong. Dong. Dong."

A knock sounded suddenly, and the middle-aged woman's dead face appeared at the door.

She stood outside the door, not coming in.

Perhaps because they already knew the inside story, everyone became more and more distant from the middle-aged woman. These servants with strange movements were probably all actors from Butler Zhou's opera troupe.

While Master Huang was going crazy, they completely controlled the Huang Mansion and completely emptied Master Huang.

"The master asked me to inform you that at the third watch tonight, take the drum sound as a signal, and come to the lake to accompany the young master to sing," the middle-aged woman's eyes swept over everyone, and her tone was gloomy, "Tonight's play is called—Welcoming the Bride."

The woman turned around, picked up a branch from outside, and then broke it off piece by piece with her fingernails. The woman's fingernails were sharper than imagined, like sharp blades.

"The rule is that in the process of welcoming the bride, no matter what you see or hear, you must not make any sound," the woman said, "Until the end of this play."

"Each person holds a piece in their mouth, and can only take it out after the end," the woman raised her hand, holding a small pile of broken branches.

You Qi, who was closest, reluctantly walked up and took the pile of branches.

"Hehehe." The middle-aged woman suddenly laughed softly unconsciously. You Qi was so frightened by the sound that his hand shook, and the branches almost fell on the ground.

"Then you can distribute it yourself," the middle-aged woman said and turned to leave.

"This... what's going on?" Trembling, You Qi exclaimed, staring at his hand, then raised his head and looked at everyone present with fear.

At this moment, everyone had already received a piece.

And in his hand... lay two quietly.