The Real Daughter Has Become Famous All Over the World for Fortune-telling Chapter 247

 What appeared in front of Pei Anzhu and the three of them was no longer a cemetery at all.

They walked along the cobblestone path in front of them, passed through the green bamboo forest in the yard, and walked around the rockery and rocks in the garden, when they heard a vague noise.

The sound seemed to come from the front yard, noisy and intertwined—

There was a lot of people, some were talking loudly, some were changing glasses, some were laughing when they were drunk, some were singing in a low voice...

During the performance, there are also sounds of multiple musical instruments, such as suona, erhu, guzheng, and pipa... It sounds like resentment, admiration, weeping, and complaints. It is very beautiful and fascinating.

Shen Yueran listened carefully for a while and guessed:

 “This should be a banquet.”

"We are still together." Pei Anzhu nodded, "Sun Xianming also said before that he dreamed that he became a country gentleman and went to banquets and drinks with gifts. The scene described was very similar to what we heard."

 The three of them continued to walk forward, but after a while, their clothes changed.

 From the crisp modern attire to the ancient attire of wide robes and long sleeves—

Pei Anzhu and Shen Yueran wore skirts one after another. Their hair was combed into the bun of that era, and they wore hairpins. Their sideburns swayed three times with one step.

As for Officer Du, he was just like what Sun Xianming described. He was wearing a Gebu gown and looked like a wealthy man from a wealthy family in the countryside.

“Is this also an illusion?” Officer Du looked at his clothes, stretched out his hand and touched it, his mouth closed in shock.

 This is too true.

“Yes, this is the illusion urging us, it's time to go to the banquet.” Pei Anzhu nodded.

Even clothes have been prepared for them, which is so considerate.

He continued to walk forward in the direction of the sound, and soon arrived at the crowd gathering place in the front yard. He saw at least twenty tables set up in the entire venue.

Every table was filled with guests. While everyone was drinking wine and eating food, they looked at the stage in the front, where there were actors singing gracefully.

This movement shocked not only Officer Du and Shen Yueran, but also the audience in the live broadcast room:

-What the hell! Is this really a metaphysics live broadcast I'm watching?

—They jumped into a three- to four-meter pothole and traveled back to ancient times in one second?

—Isn't this really a crew filming?

—Good guys, from the moment they jumped into the hole, I covered my face and didn't dare to look, for fear of seeing some weird ghosts or corpses. The result? ? ?

 —Is this really an underground tomb? Are you kidding me?

—My mother asked me why I was kneeling down to watch the live broadcast. I said that I saw a group of ghosts eating and drinking underground and watching a show for fun. My life was so smooth!

 —As expected, you can see everything if you live long enough.

Pei Anzhu didn't care what the barrage said, mainly because there was nothing he couldn't see.

Although there are many ghosts in this garden, most of them are not aggressive. Instead, they are very peaceful. They are gentle ghosts that are rare to see.

There is not much resentment about shouting and killing, so the impact on the audience is smaller.

At this moment, a young male ghost dressed as a servant suddenly appeared, walked up to Pei Anzhu and the others, and said:

 “The guests are here? Then please take a seat!”

His tone of voice was natural when he spoke, and his expression was as if Pei Anzhu and the others were originally guests invited by the owner of the house, rather than outside intruders.

This is enough to prove Pei Anzhu's conjecture: the owner of this cemetery has no ill intentions towards strangers.

“Brother, please take us to the table.” Pei Anzhu responded naturally. Pei Anzhu is not an unreasonable person, and she will naturally be merciless in dealing with evil spirits and resentful ghosts who cause harm to the world and harm nature.

But a kind ghost like the owner of the tomb, who is rare in life, only drinks wine and sings in her own one-third of an acre even though she has been dead for so many years, so there is no need for her to kill everyone as soon as she comes.

 At the very least, give the other party a chance to choose.

The male ghost boy led Pei Anzhu and the three of them through the bustling crowd of ghosts and arrived at a round table near the stage.

There were not many ghosts sitting on the round table. Except for two or three middle-aged male ghosts who were toasting and drinking, the rest of the seats were empty, so the boy asked Pei Anzhu and the three of them to sit here.

The location of this round table is very clever—

It is located in the middle of the table seats in the entire garden. It is firmly and semi-surrounded by other round tables in a posture of "stars holding the moon". Directly in front is the stage. No one blocks the line of sight. You can watch the scene on the stage. Very clear.

This location is extraordinary at first glance.

Shen Yueran looked around and felt as if she was surrounded by ghosts. Even though these ghosts only wanted to drink and watch movies and had no ill intentions towards her, she could still feel the slightest chill in the air.

It is a kind of coldness that is not found in the mortal world.

She couldn't help but shudder, lowered her voice and asked:

"Is it really okay for us to do this? Just follow the illusion arranged by the owner of the tomb? Don't we need to do anything else and have a backup plan?"

"No need, just sit down and watch the show." Pei Anzhu raised the corner of his mouth slightly and smiled, "Those people on the stage are all famous actors in the opera theater hundreds of years ago, the kind who can make people all over the world flock to them with their single voice. "When you leave here, no matter how rich your family is, you will never see such a lineup."

Shen Yueran trusted Pei Anzhu very much. Since the other party had spoken, she said nothing and sat on the chair obediently, watching the show carefully.

Police Officer Du also followed the same example. You cannot eat or drink the food and wine on the table, but you can watch the show.

The famous actress on the stage has a slender figure, a slender waist, a flying skirt, and long sleeves rising and falling. She raises her hands and lowers her head, singing the joys and sorrows in the fleeting light.

“You three, how was the play?” Suddenly, a middle-aged male ghost on the table asked.

Pei Anzhu and the other three looked at the sound and saw that he was looking at them with a smile, just like an ordinary theater friend, chatting with them.

Police Officer Du and Shen Yueran did not dare to answer questions from ghosts rashly, especially ghosts they had never met before.

This kind of thing is usually left to Pei Anzhu.

Pei Anzhu also did his part and communicated with the male ghost calmly:

 “I don't think the play is good.”

"Not good? What's wrong?" Upon hearing this, the male ghost's face suddenly darkened, as if she would have to bear the consequences if she couldn't speak out.

"It's so miserable." Pei Anzhu sighed and shook his head, "Life is short, and you should enjoy yourself in the moment. Why make yourself miserable, make yourself miserable, and make people around you miserable as well."

“Oh? Do you also think it's time to have fun?” the male ghost asked.

"Of course, people live in this world, and there is only one day when they are happy, and there is also a day when they are unhappy. Of course, you will be happy as you are." Pei Anzhu said, and pointed to the stage, "What is sung in this opera is all groundless worry. Aren't you asking for trouble?”

"Did you know that the play on the stage was personally written by Mr. Song, who is entertaining us today?" The male ghost's face was grave. "He doesn't like people saying that his work is bad. If you dare to criticize his play, he will Will be angry!"

After the male ghost finished speaking, the surrounding temperature seemed to have dropped a few degrees.

Shen Yueran had never seen such a battle before, and was so frightened that she hugged the little fox tightly in her arms. Officer Du, relying on his age and experience, could barely hold on.

Chapter end