"Dance in red flames,

Flying under the white moon,

I have no wings,

died in a foreign land,

like a loved one,

eat my eyes,

eat my heart,

Only the eye sockets of the skeleton remain,

looking at the world,

regret coming into the world,

looking at the world,

regret coming into the world,

looking at the world,

regret coming into the world...

 …”

A road leading backstage, Kosaki Nomi and Nobuhara stewards tremblingly.

After finally getting here, the two of them heard a strange singing before seeing Yuichi Yagyu.

The singing came from Yuichi Yagyu's lounge.

That's not Yuichi Yagyu's voice.

Kosaki Nomi and Kanto Nobuhara exchanged glances, and immediately dismissed the idea of ​​meeting him.

"Let's go to the lobby, it's almost eight o'clock."

"it is good."

It's definitely not a good time to meet Yuichi Yagyu.

Kosaki Nomi actually agrees with the idea mentioned by Nobuhara's manager just now, whether the rules of the white-level sacrificial banquet mutated into the red-level sacrificial banquet should be inherited? If so, just sit in the spectator seats honestly and watch the show now.

They all knew that watching the whole show couldn't have gone by in such a bland way.

But you can only see tricks and tricks.

The two reached the spectator seats five minutes before the start.

The size of this theater is similar to that of a movie theater with hundreds of people. It is far from being a large stage, but at this moment, people are almost full!

However, Kosaki Nomi and Nobuhara, who saw this scene, felt an indescribable fear in their hearts!

In the huge spectator seats, no one made a sound?

There was a dead silence...not even the sound of breathing.

The two looked at the people sitting on the spectator seats... They were all sitting upright, there were nearly a hundred of them, and no one was moving...

This scene, even in front of a person who doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, is enough to scare the shit out of it.

This situation is simply too weird!

However, neither Kosaki Nomi nor Nobuhara officers fled or spoke.

In fact, it was the worst-case scenario they expected.

Kosaki Nomi guessed just now that if Yuichi Yagyu is a ghost, then they already know what the posters made by ghosts are inviting...

This full audience of "audiences" are all ghosts at all!

This is the only way to live...

Sure enough, the red-level sacrificial banquet inherited the rules of the white-level sacrificial banquet. If you want to leave alive, you must complete its requirements... Watch the entire performance here.

and many more!

Nobuhara took a look at the spectator seats. There are ten seats in a row, and there are ten rows in total... exactly one hundred seats!

And... the only vacant seats turned out to be the three in the middle of the fifth row...

If you want to sit down there, don't you mean that there are ghosts in all directions? !

Even in the sacrificial banquet, the two have never experienced such a terrifying thing.

The whole theater...all the audience are ghosts...

They also have to watch the whole show in the middle of the ghost, is it really... possible?

No... how could it be possible.

Before the performance officially started, in the last three minutes, the Nobuhara manager pulled Kosaki Nomi back into the dark passage.

"I don't remember very well, Miss Nomi, is our previous request for the white-level sacrificial banquet really to watch the entire performance?" Nobuhara asked with a pale face.

Kosaki Nomi's face was also grim, but he nodded tremblingly: "I... I remember very clearly, the original words of the psychic were... the request for this feast is... tonight at eight o'clock, go to the Peach Mountain Kabuki Theater , watch a show."

"call……"

Nobuhara let out a foul breath, and finally made up his mind.

"Then there is no way. Since it is requested like this, I think...we will at least not die directly if we do what it requires."

Kosaki Nomi's body couldn't stop shaking. Just next door to the passage, in the hall separated by a door, those ghosts sitting stiffly on the spectator seats brought her great fear!

It was like entering hell, she even had some symptoms of over-breathing.

"I...I don't want to go in...Mr. Nobuhara, those are ghosts! They are all ghosts! If we sit in, we will surely die..."

Fear eroded her heart, and Kosaki Nomi finally understood the mentality of those who chose to commit suicide in the feast.

With this level of panic, living is simply torture...

"Miss Nomi, listen to me!" Nobuhara once again grabbed her shoulders and looked into her eyes seriously, "Ghosts can kill, there is no doubt about that, but ghosts also need certain conditions to kill. For example, it violated its taboos, or entered its territory. Since the sacrificial banquet requires us to watch the entire performance, at least it can show that we will not die if we sit in according to its words, have you forgotten? The sacrificial banquet will not Give a way to death!"

Kosaki Nomi couldn't hold back the tears, she wasn't completely broken and hysterical, it was just a physiological reaction to tremendous stress.

Hearing what the original steward said, Kosaki Nomi wiped away tears and tried hard to think about the request of the sacrificial banquet.

She was sure she remembered a word correctly.

Saying so... Nobuhara-san is right.

At least sitting in according to the requirements of the sacrificial banquet, there should be no problem, then... there will definitely be problems during the performance.

"I guess..." Nobuhara said again, "This is just a guess, if we pretend to be exactly like ghosts, sit in there and then freeze up without making any sound, that is... imitate all their behaviors, then Will they fail to find out that we are human?"

After hearing the conjecture of Guanren Xinyuan, Kosaki Nomi finally rekindled the desire to survive.

He gave an idea.

At this time, no matter whether his conjecture is right or wrong, there is a direction that can at least strengthen people's beliefs.

Kosaki Nomi nodded vigorously, looked at Nobuhara in charge, and said, "I see, Mr. Nobuhara...thank you...we must...live."

The manager of Nobuhara let go of the hand that grabbed her shoulder and smiled reluctantly: "No, we will definitely live."

Kosaki Nomi felt a throbbing in her heart, she was suddenly a little embarrassed when she thought of the loud and energetic Mr. "Mountain God" when they first met.

But...why did she play such a cheering role?

Kosaki Nomi couldn't figure it out, she glanced at the entrance of the passage, and said: "But... what about the new Miss Ibuki? After we go in, we can't speak or move, and we have to completely imitate the behavior of ghosts, so... how can we Tell her to imitate the actions of ghosts..."

"Don't worry," Nobuhara took out a sticky note and a pen from his pocket, bit off the cap of the pen with his mouth, leaned the sticky note against the wall of the passage, and wrote in a swish, "That's it."

He looked at the contents of the post-it note, and then carefully pasted the post-it note on the door of the entrance hall. With a little attention, he would definitely see the note.

"Okay, Miss Nomi, now... there is less than a minute left, throw all your fears and wild thoughts outside this door, after entering the spectator seats, we are ghosts, remember... you must convince yourself, We...are ghosts!"