You made all the streamers on the internet kneel before you when you were asked to make a game.

Xiaodie suddenly turned around and looked at the two heavy vermilion doors of the theater.

"Squeak—"

A teeth-grinding scraping sound rang out.

Something was seeping in little by little from under the door.

It was a black, foul-smelling, viscous liquid.

It resembled both oil and silt, carrying the unique salty and fishy smell of the deep sea and an overwhelming stench of corpses.

The black water, like a venomous snake with life, spread rapidly along the cracks in the floor.

"Yang energy..."

"It's the strong smell of people in the town that's arousing that thing!"

The white paper lantern in Professor Chen's hand flickered violently, its light instantly changing from a soft white to an ominous, ghastly green.

This is the highest level of warning.

"The floodwaters will overflow Jinshan Temple, and even gods and demons cannot stop it!" Professor Chen's face was ashen. "The 'stage' of this opera house is about to be destroyed!"

[Holy crap! There are only a few survivors left, and they still say they have plenty of yang energy? Brother Long and the cult leader are practically exhausted!]

In the live stream chat, the viewers were speechless with frustration.

Inside the theater, the black water spread extremely quickly.

Soon, it touched the feet of a ghost audience member in the front row.

It was a zombie dressed in Qing Dynasty official robes, its body already withered and stiff.

However, the moment it came into contact with the black water, its body began to soften and dissolve like butter.

It tried to jump up and run away, but its legs had already turned into a puddle of black mud.

"roar--"

A scream escaped its throat.

Its entire body collapsed completely, like a paper effigy soaked in water, and finally merged into the ever-expanding pool of black water.

Soon, the black water surged like a tide, wave after wave, quickly engulfing the entire audience area of ​​the theater.

"ah--"

"Help……"

Heart-wrenching screams rose and fell.

Those previously numb and dazed ghost audience members have all come back to life.

Their faces were filled with endless fear as they struggled, cried out, and tried to escape.

But all is in vain.

The entire theater quickly turned into a pot of boiling ghost soup.

Countless distorted and pained faces floated in the black water, wailing and screaming, making Lu Zhixing and his companions' scalps tingle.

"Quick! To Zhenhai Tower!"

Lu Zhixing was the first to react and roared.

We can't stay here any longer!

The black water had already begun to spread towards the octagonal table where they were.

The ghost bride's malevolent aura surged, forming a barrier that temporarily kept the black water out, but that barrier was also being rapidly corroded.

The little water ghost girl trembled with fear and clung tightly to Lu Zhixing's leg.

"We can't leave!" Brother Long pointed towards the gate, his face turning green. "The entire area in front of the gate is flooded!"

Going out means certain death.

Just when everyone was in despair, Xiaodie on the stage made a move.

She looked down at her fellow humans, swallowed by the black water and condemned to eternal damnation, and it seemed as if blood and tears were seeping from their eye sockets, which were sewn shut with buttons.

"Fine..."

Xiaodie let out a long sigh, filled with endless sorrow and resolute determination.

"We are not in control of our own lives when we are alive, and we drift aimlessly after death."

"Today, I will sing one last song to send you all off... and to bid you farewell on your journey."

As soon as she finished speaking, she flicked her water sleeves, and her plaintive operatic singing once again resounded throughout the theater.

But this time, she wasn't singing "The Peony Pavilion".

Instead, it is an ancient war song that is more uplifting, more passionate, and full of the spirit of war.

As she sang, a powerful aura of yin energy erupted from her body.

On the stage, the pavilions, towers, rockeries, and painted landscapes that were originally part of the background have come to life!

They rose from the ground, rapidly combining in the air to form an indestructible "ghost wall," which boomed as it blocked the crowd from the black ocean.

"boom--"

The black water slammed hard against the ghost wall, making a muffled sound.

The wall shook violently, but it managed to stop the tremor.

"Hurry up!"

Xiaodie's voice came from behind the wall, sounding weak.

"Get behind the stage! I can't hold out much longer!"

No one dared to delay in the slightest.

Professor Chen pulled up Brother Long, who was still in a daze.

Lu Zhixing picked up the little water ghost girl.

The ghost bride stood protectively beside Brother Long.

Without looking back, the group rushed towards the back of the stage, towards the Zhenhai Tower shrouded in darkness.

Behind them came Xiaodie's increasingly mournful opera singing and the deafening roar of the ghost wall being constantly impacted, on the verge of collapse.

As I rushed out of the theater's back door, an even stronger stench and a damp, cold feeling hit me.

The outside world has completely changed.

The once quaint bluestone streets are now completely covered by that dark, viscous liquid, turning into an endless black swamp.

The town's buildings were like biscuits soaked in ink; the walls were soft and crumbling, with pieces constantly peeling off and falling into the black water without even making a splash.

Visibility is extremely low.

The thick fog mixed with water vapor, making everything beyond three meters blurry.

In the distance, towards the sea.

A massive, mountain-like black shadow was slowly moving through the thick fog.

It was so enormous that every movement caused the ground of the entire Seamist Town to tremble.

Although it's not clearly visible, the outline formed by countless bloated corpses is enough to make one's sanity plummet just by imagining it.

[My God! What is that thing? Godzilla?]

[That's the "Dragon King"? This is a mountain of flesh! Even a nuclear bomb would have to scrape it clean!]

This overwhelming sense of oppression, beyond comprehension, is unmatched by any bloody scene.

"Stop looking!" Professor Chen shouted sternly. "That thing is beyond our capabilities!"

"Hurry! To Zhenhai Tower!"

Lu Zhixing carried the little girl, while Brother Long was half-dragged and half-carried by the ghost bride as they waded through the dark water, one step at a time.

The black water only reached my ankles, but it was icy cold, and every step I took quickly depleted my strength.

They ran wildly toward Zhenhai Tower, but before they had gone a hundred meters, a strange melody suddenly rang out from both ends of the crossroads ahead.

left.

It's a suona.

The piece being played is "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix".

The tune was high-pitched and festive, full of vibrant life.

right.

It's an erhu.

The piece being played is "The Grand Funeral".

The melody was mournful and desolate, filled with the sorrow of death.

On one side is a wedding, and on the other side is a funeral.

Two completely different pieces of music intertwined eerily at this moment, not overlapping each other, but instead forming a terrifying harmony that sent chills down one's spine.

[Holy crap! Not again? Didn't we just encounter a wedding procession before?]

Something's not right! This time it's both happening at once! A wedding and a funeral clashing?

According to folklore, a clash between red and white (representing marriage and death) is considered an inauspicious omen, and strangers should stay away from it.