Chapter 1703 - 1528: Spirits in Antiques 8 (4,000 Words)_3

On the high platform, as the girl finally fell, that blue figure scattered quickly like yellow sand, leaving only an empty blue costume on the stage.

At the same time, the people who played music and kept the rhythm, along with those performing opera and the staff walking around, all began to swiftly dissolve into yellow sand and disappear.

The previously intact theater and the entire playhouse turned desolate and ruined, with thick dust covering chairs and tables, and cups that once held tea now filled almost entirely with dirt.

Those nuts and pastries turned to small stones, and the people sitting at the tables maintained their upright posture without moving, covered in dust, sitting directly on dust-laden chairs.

An Ran and An Lin instinctively stood up, looking at the dusty seats and tables they were using.

Then they noticed that the table and chairs they were sitting on were exceptionally clean, with nothing but the seeds they had just eaten scattered on the table.

An Lin couldn’t help but recall when Feng Shuangshuang sat down earlier, she waved her hand over the table and chairs, which must have been to clean the dust from them.

An Ran and An Lin looked at the stage, now with only the blue costume left, and then at the people sitting stiffly behind. An Ran went over to check each of them for signs of life.

An Lin pointed at those still sitting stiffly and asked Feng Shuangshuang, "Boss, what about these people? Will there be any issues?"

Feng Shuangshuang stood up, glanced over at them, snapped her fingers lightly, and the stiffened people relaxed one after another, collapsing onto the dusty tables.

Feng Shuangshuang looked at An Ran, who seemed uncertain, and said calmly, "It’s nothing serious, they’ve just been brought here to listen to opera for a few days.

Take them back to eat something easy on the stomach, best to send them to the hospital for a few days of nutrient infusion, bask in the sun a bit, to rid them of the Yin Qi they gathered these days."

After speaking, Feng Shuangshuang walked onto the stage and the blue costume that was lying flat on the ground lightly floated up and stood in front of Feng like a person.

Feng Shuangshuang gently raised her hand, and the blue costume instantly shrank, landing in Feng Shuangshuang’s palm, and as she withdrew her hand, it vanished into her palm.

When the blue costume disappeared, the surrounding space began to vibrate continuously, and a gigantic crack tore open in the sky above!

The surrounding scene plunged into darkness as light streamed in from the crack above, slowly widening, while the ground beneath slowly rose.

An Ran and An Lin supported each other trying to balance on the shaking, rising ground, and on the other side, Feng Shuangshuang stood on the stage, hands behind her back, looking up at the crack above.

As the crack widened, more sunlight poured in, gradually revealing the bright sky outside until the crack disappeared and the ground levelled.

An Ran and An Lin looked around and found they had returned to the ruins where they had driven earlier, with the stage and the abducted people now all on the ground.

"Hmm!"

"Oof!"

"Ouch!"

"Oh, my body is so stiff!"

A chorus of groans sounded, and as An Ran and An Lin glanced down, they saw the people previously lying on the tables waking up, rubbing their arms and legs and complaining of pain.

An Ran and An Lin were pleased, wanting to thank Feng Shuangshuang for helping to find them, but realized that Feng Shuangshuang had disappeared without a trace.

An Ran circled around the area, not seeing Feng Shuangshuang, couldn’t help but sigh with some regret, "I wonder where that boss went? I hope we can see her again someday."

Finally, An Ran sighed with admiration, "She was amazing, I didn’t even see her use any technique, yet she solved everything, brother, what do you think today’s monster was?"

An Lin, busy calming the panicked awakened people, also needed to explain to Bai Xiaogang what happened.

Upon hearing An Ran’s question, An Lin explained, "I didn’t understand before, but now I do. That monster must have transformed from the blue costume worn by the girl in our last play.

Fortunately, it only inherited its master’s obsession of having people seriously watch its performance, which is why the boss kept reminding us to watch attentively.

And when we didn’t watch carefully, the blue costume demon looked fierce, but now that it’s satisfied with the desire to have someone watch seriously, it shared its master’s story and spared the listeners.

Or perhaps more accurately, it didn’t actually want to harm anyone, its only wish was for someone to earnestly listen to it sing."