The third dance ended, and the people from Chuyao Hall were still not on the stage.

Everyone was impatient when they waited, and even started to curse if they had bad tempers.

"Why haven't you come on stage yet? Don't you have something really wrong!" Aunt Liu became more and more worried and sent the little girl beside her to see.

Dong Qingping smiled but said nothing, as she expected this situation.

Quan Qingshi sat on the stage, his sharp eagle eyes kept looking at Su Haoyi and the others' curtain.

Sima Lantai also looked for Su Haoyi's figure in the crowd, but they were unable to step down easily due to their identity.

After a while, he saw Su running over with kindness and shouting, "Here, come!"

Jiang Ming then smoothed out on the stage: "You don't have to worry about the late show. In previous years, the group dances at Chuyao Pavilion were so popular that people could remember them all, and this year must be better."

Su Haoyi brought a few people to the stage, and the people were holding quilts, and there seemed to be something wrapped inside.

When Dong Qingping saw this, he giggled, deliberately raised his voice and said, "Su Balang, what are you doing? Can you sleep on stage?"

When she said this, the audience immediately burst into laughter.

A vulgar man shouted: "If I'm willing to let me have sex for free, I will recognize their first place!"

Quan Qingshi's dark eyes swept across the man's face and remembered his appearance.

Su was not bothered or argued, but just smiled and asked someone to put the quilt around the stage.

The girls dancing came on stage, but they all raised their arms, covered their faces with their broad sleeves, and walked onto the stage slowly.

Their clothes were intertwined with black and red, and they were in a mess. The audience immediately booed.

In such an occasion, the clothes should naturally be as gorgeous as possible. Even if they cannot be exquisite, they should at least be clean.

What is this?!

Dong Qingping smiled and said, "This Chuya Pavilion is too arrogant. It is so negligent that it obviously doesn't take all the judges here seriously."

She said this and was deliberately provoking it, but even if she didn't say it, many of the judges here were already angry.

"Su Balang is really brave. It seems that he wants to stand it to the end." Dong Qingping's confidant quietly bit her ear.

"Then let's see how many grasshoppers can jump after autumn!" Dong Qingping looked like he was watching the show.

If Su Hachiro and the others directly retired, everyone might feel regretful, and it would be better to be clean like this.

Dong Qingping was happy to see them make a fool of themselves.

The girls on stage kept covering their faces and all went to one side of the stage to lower their bodies.

Someone shouted in the audience: "You are going to perform and have no shame to meet people!"

This sentence caused another burst of laughter, and everyone has now regarded Chu Yaoguan as a joke.

Immediately afterwards, the musicians came on stage, Youluo nodded, and Su Haoyi signaled the people who were accompanying to open the quilt.

Each quilt is covered with a large piece of ice, but the ice seems to be different from ordinary ice cubes.

Because after they were exposed, white smoke quickly emanated. The smoke was thick and heavy, and soon it covered the stage, but it did not float higher, but only to the depth of the knees.

Everyone was shocked by the situation in front of them and they all became quiet.

Suddenly the sound of the flute sounded, rising and falling, and everyone's thoughts were also pulled over.

Brother Ying, who plays the scholar, was thrown from the audience and suddenly landed on the stage, accompanied by a drum sound.

This was also a temporary change from them, which made the scholar suddenly fall into the clouds and mist to simulate the human soul falling into hell.

Immediately afterwards, the pipa and the clanging sounded, setting off a hurried and confused scene.

The scholar was very frightened and didn't know why he got here. He watched and touched everywhere, but gained nothing.

Suddenly, a woman jumped out of the thick fog. She was charming and gorgeous, but also a bit reserved and dignified.

She offered good deeds to the scholar, and the scholar gradually became fascinated. The two of them snuggled each other and snuggled with each other. At this time, the scholar seemed to have completely forgotten the horror and confusion before.

He enjoyed it with a calm look on his face, and he was simply happy.

At this time, the music was relatively soft, but it was still evil.

Suddenly the music turned and suddenly became shrill. The women who were lying on the side all stood up and surrounded the scholars.

Their broad sleeves danced, and the originally messy and dirty colors became extremely magnificent with the dance. The overlapping clothes opened layer by layer, as if flowers of hell bloomed.

The black and red color turned into the quagmire of hell and the fire of karma, and it was entangled with each other.

These "ghost girls" pulled the scholar, and the scholar became extremely frightened. He struggled desperately, and he broke free several times and was dragged back.

Under the misty white mist, this scene seemed particularly thrilling.

The music seemed to be able to attract people. It not only led the dancers on the stage to immerse themselves in it, forgetting themselves and blending with the music. It also fascinated the audience and was deeply trapped in it.

The sound of the flute became louder and louder, and the drum beats became more and more rapid, and people's heartbeats accelerated.

The dancing people are like crazy, as if they have been possessed by Shura women, with a lot of phantoms, unlike the scene in the world.

The audience with poor concentration was sweating profusely, as if they were the scholar, who had fallen into hell and were dragged to rebirth.

Seeing that the scholar was about to be swallowed by the ghosts, everyone's hearts were raised to their throats, but the sound of the flute stopped like a crack of silk. The other instruments also stopped, and they broke completely without a trace of mud.

The Shura women fell down with a bang, like a mountain collapse. Their figures were flooded by thick fog, and only the scholar stood in place with a blank expression.

The dance ended with no applause or cheers, and the whole scene was as quiet as if no one was present.

Until the dancers got off the stage and the fog on the stage disappeared, no one spoke.

Because everyone had not recovered from the shock just now.

After entering the curtain, everyone in Chuyao Pavilion all scattered together.

"I can't do it anymore, I'm about to die!" Brother Ying lay straight on the ground and motionless: "I didn't know what happened on the stage at that time. I listened to the sound of the flute and felt like my body was not my own. It would never be possible to jump out in normal times, it was like a dream!"

"No matter what, I finally got through this level." Wang Yu had been chanting Buddha's name in the audience just now: "Don't say you guys on stage, even if I didn't, I feel weak all over and lose my strength."

"Thank you all for your hard work!" Su Haoyi was very moved: "Why don't you go back and rest first."

Everyone waved their hands: "I bowed all seventy-two times, and I don't have to listen to the news on the spot to be relieved."

At this time, Su Haoyi walked to Yun Qing who was standing in the corner and said carelessly: "How are you? Can you still lift your arms?"
Chapter completed!