Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 352: July 14
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 273: Prop
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1224- Saint Father's death
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 968: The White Bone Gate
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1223- Digging three feet
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 37.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 642.1: A Sword Is More Than Just a Sword, a Scholar Is Also a Person - Part 1
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3842: Enemies
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 272: Play
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 351: Life is a Series of Different Rooms
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1222- Sky Monument's final reward
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 967: Cultivator War
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1221.5- Evolve to level eight (2)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 36.3
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 80: Sh*t! Where Are The Potatoes
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 194: Noble Strategy
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 641.2: The Temple Master Who Arrived Stepping On Morning Glow - Part 2
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 350: Something Scary is Happening Outside
“This appears to be a play,” Tang Shirou whispered, “I’ve seen people from the art department rehearse before. This is similar to the draft prepared by their teacher.”
“A script…” You Qi agreed.
An Xuan put away the paper and asked the middle-aged woman, “Does the young master need only a few of us or all of you?”
“All.”
“Will everyone have a copy of this?” An Xuan showed the paper in his hand.
“No.” The middle-aged woman shook her head. “After you’re done studying this, I’ll hand this over to the Dafus in the other two rooms.” The middle-aged woman extended her hand, asking for the paper back.
An Xuan smiled and said in a respectful tone, “How about this? We won’t trouble you anymore. I’ll inform them for you.”
The middle-aged woman stared at her coolly. She asked, “Can you guarantee they will all attend the show?”
An Xuan nodded, “Yes.”
“Midnight,” The middle-aged woman continued, “Listen to the drums as the signal. Please prepare everything according to the young master’s request and gather at the platform by the water.
“Before that, you can enjoy the meal at the lakeside pavilion. The meals have been prepared. The items required for the play are placed near the pavilion. Don’t forget about them.”
“Don’t worry,” An Xuan answered. The middle-aged woman glanced at An Xuan before turning to leave. Like before, she looked like she was moving slowly, but she disappeared instantly.
A play…
“Listening to the play is scary enough. Now, we have to join the play?” You Qi was confused, “Who will be our scene partners? The ghosts?” Tang Shirou’s legs wobbled. Earlier, she was drawn by the painting. Then, in a few hours, she had to join Young Master Huang in a play.
“Brother You,” An Xuan turned around and said in a firm tone, “If you are unwilling, no one is forcing you to go.” You Qi shut up instantly. He was just grumbling. He knew the weight of the situation. If he didn’t go, something would definitely happen to him. Plus, they still had to deal with the strange painting in their room.
“Mr. An,” Qin Jian w
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