Meanwhile, everyone present heard the eerie operatic voice. A chill ran down their spines as they all turned toward its source.
An antique-style mother-of-pearl screen stood there quietly. Behind it, where there had been no one before, three figures had appeared at some point. Heavy stage makeup covered all three faces, concealing their original features. Their identities could only be judged by their costumes.
They appeared to be the general, the Actor's Wife, and the general's elderly mother.
[Holy shit!!!!!!]
[Aaaaaah, why did three people suddenly pop out? Are they people or ghosts...]
[What do you think?]
[I'm practically scared to death just watching the livestream. I can't imagine whether I'd faint on the spot if I were there.]
The guests and crew naturally made way for Qi Gu. He strode over to the left side of the screen and stood beside Lin Hanzhi to watch this suddenly appearing performance, its purpose unknown.
Once the "audience" had assembled, a frighteningly cold draft swept through, instantly extinguishing more than half the candles in the front hall. Only a few flickering flames remained, their wavering light sending everyone's shadows into a wild, chaotic dance, like a hundred cavorting ghosts.
Amid the chaos, some crew members cried out and backed away. The situation grew somewhat difficult to control, but Qi Gu remained calmly beside the screen. "Stand behind me. Don't run around."
He was as composed as ever, as though this eerie scene were nothing much in his eyes. The crew hurried over behind him, leaving only a few of the bolder ones beside the screen to continue filming the stage where the three performers had gathered.
[Aaaaaah, cameraman, you really don't have to be this dedicated. Just move me a little farther back, thanks.]
[Help, this is so creepy.]
[Gugu, protect me!]