Late at night, with dew heavy in the air, the smoke released by the production crew gradually spread around them. Everyone stood amid a sea of mist, as though they had stepped into an illusion. The lights glimmered hazily, as if they could scoop up a beam of light from the fog before them.
But they had no time to appreciate it. Everyone knew the story was nearing its end. If they wanted to survive, they had to find a way to move this boss. Lasting until only one person remained was the best option, because it was impossible for everyone to get out.
But now that the female ghost's storyline had begun, there was no way to interrupt it anytime soon.
Seeing Jiang Hansheng looking so tense, Tang Jingran comforted him. "Brother Chuan is too close. He's probably beyond saving. You can survive with his share."
"If that happens," Jiang Hansheng said with a smile as he looked at Tang Jingran, "I'll find a way to drag you down with me first."
"You can't just ask people to be buried with you!" Tang Jingran protested.
It seemed that only the two female guests were seriously watching the female ghost's performance. They ignored the other two elementary-schoolers bickering beside them.
"This concubine entered the Crown Prince's residence in the bloom of youth and was granted the title of Beloved Consort. I never hoped for one life, one love. A moment of tenderness would have been enough; an occasional visit would have been enough. I always thought that way, yet the yearning in my heart could never be severed..." the female ghost muttered. "I did everything I could, but what did it bring me in the end?"
She pointed at the corpse on the ground and asked the nearest person, Li