Creation Color Master

Seeing the figure in his memory again, Chu Mo was a little dazed for a moment. As if he couldn't believe it, Chu Mo opened his mouth slowly with trembling corners.

"Aunt Meng, is that you?"

As this question was asked, a tear appeared in Chu Mo's eyes.

How could it not be? The familiar figure in front of me had already been deeply imprinted in my mind, I just wasn't sure.

More than a dozen figures were stunned when they saw Chu Mo suddenly appear.

The leading actor was dressed in a peony purple dress, and every move he made carried a hint of nobility. His eyes were slightly startled, and after a long moment he spoke in disbelief, "Xiao Mo..."

Chu Mo smiled, and slowly stepped forward and said, "Aunt Meng, it's me, I'm Xiao Mo."

Chu Mo, who was at a loss, wanted to give Aunt Meng a hug, but found that he could not make any contact with them at all. Then he suddenly remembered that everyone was in soul state.

Despite this, Aunt Meng was still as gentle as ever and reached out to wipe away the tears from Chu Mo's eyes.

"Xiao Mo, child, you have suffered a lot."

The others were also very surprised and came forward to surround Chu Mo.

"Xiao Mo, don't be sad. It is fate that we can meet again today. Have you been doing well these years?"

A woman wearing a pink costume, who looked like a peach blossom as she walked, asked.

Chu Mo had tears in his eyes, but a smile rose on his lips as he said, "Aunt Yao, I've done a good job. The scale of the theater is now no less than that of my father's, and I have plans to expand it further."

After saying this, Chu Mo still had a proud expression on his face, as if waiting for their praise.

Jiuying covered her mouth in shock, and came to Chu Mo as if she couldn't believe it, and said, "Brother Mo, is what you said true? Is the Red Dust Theater really not declining?"

Hearing this, everyone looked at Chu Mo, as if they were all waiting for Chu Mo's answer.

Chu Mo looked at the hopeful eyes of the crowd and knew in his heart that only these people were the ones who truly hoped that the theater would continue to get better. This was a blessing from the heart.

So he smiled and said, "Don't worry, the theater is no less than it was in my father's time. Before the New Year, we held a New Year's performance in Yong'an Town and met important figures such as the governor."

Jiuying said with a smile: "Brother Mo is really amazing. He even met the governor. He is more capable than the rest of us."

A woman in an ice-blue Hanmei costume said with a smile, "Great, Xiao Mo has really made it. Now that we know that the theater has not declined because of this, we can die without regrets."

Chu Mo looked a little flustered when he heard that, and said, "Aunt Mei, no, now that I have found you, I don't want to lose you again. I will take you back to the theater now to see the changes in the theater now."

A woman whose costume resembled an orchid stepped forward and said, "Xiao Mo, the dead cannot be resurrected. The reason we can meet you again is because you have not yet lost your obsession and have attached yourself to the costume you wore in the past, which is why your soul is immortal."

"Now that our only wish has been fulfilled, we no longer want to linger on."

Chu Mo's eyes were slightly red as he said, "No, I finally got to see you, how can you leave again? No, I don't agree. I said I would bring you back to the theater, and I will definitely bring you back."

Youlan opened her red lips slightly and said, "Xiao Mo, I know you can't bear to leave us, and we can't bear to leave you either, but now we are all in the state of souls, and we don't want to hide underground anymore."

Chu Mo said: "No, I will let you continue to live like normal people, Aunt Meng, Aunt Lan, Aunt Mei, Sister Yingying, you have to believe me."

"Believe me, I will definitely let you live well."

Meng Yuan thought Chu Mo was too obsessed and had gone insane, so she said sternly, "Chu Mo, life and death are the cycle of nature. How can you have the ability to revive us? Aunt Meng hopes you won't be deceived by evil ways."

Chu Mo wiped the tears from his eyes and said, "Aunt Meng, I really have a way. Please believe me. Don't resist. I will let you live in this world again."

After saying that, he released the leather puppets one by one with a wave of his hand.

If you look closely, you will find that these puppets are extremely similar to the people in front of you, even their appearance is exactly the same.

Meng Yuan looked at the puppets one by one, and after checking them, she found no spiritual fluctuations. She asked in confusion, "A puppet that looks like us, Xiao Mo, what are you doing with this thing?"

Chu Mo did not answer Meng Yuan's question, but murmured: "Aunt Meng, ever since you were killed, I often thought of you at first. It happened to be the time when I embarked on the path of cultivation. So I made these puppets based on your appearances in my memory. Not only you, but everyone in the theater has one."

Meng Yuan looked at the young man in front of her. He must have suffered a lot to be able to stand in front of her with such good looks and elegant demeanor. After all, in their eyes, Chu Mo was still just a teenager.

Chu Mo's expression was serious at this time. Although he had used the following magical power hundreds of times, when he saw the familiar figure in front of him, he still felt a little worried.

"The Magical Power of Drama - Soul Sealing Technique of Leather Puppet"

I saw a light emanating from the leather puppet, and this light shone on everyone, and their souls were directly sealed on the leather puppet.

In this way, Chu Mo won't have to worry about their obsessions being fulfilled and their souls dissipating.

Looking at the leather puppets that sealed everyone, Chu Mo put them away solemnly.

Then, Chu Mo shifted his gaze to the ground. From the conversation with a few people just now, Chu Mo already knew that they were attached to the costumes, and the costumes were buried underground. This was also the reason why he had not found anything after searching for a whole day.

"Jiye, please find some tools for digging."

Although we can ignore it, the costumes that accompany the actors throughout their lives and witness their lives on the stage, how can we bury them underground?

While Chu Mo was getting to know everyone in the theater, Yang Jiye and Yao Guangxiao quietly left the room.

Hearing his lord's orders, Yang Jiye quickly took action.

After some digging, Chu Mo finally saw the costumes.

Even after being buried deep underground for more than ten years, the costumes were still bright in color and as neat as new, which made Chu Mo secretly amazed.

After tidying up the costume, Chu Mo solemnly put it away.

After a busy period, the sky had already turned slightly white, and the haunted attic in Feisha Village had come to an end, but the various strange things involved may have become a mystery.

Chu Mo still hasn't figured out why Aunt Meng and the others didn't show up before, but appeared when Li Erniu was renovating the building.

Also, who was the previous owner of this attic? Yao Guangxiao visited all the elderly people in Feisha Village but did not get the answer he wanted.

The man seemed to appear out of thin air, and soon after he built the attic, he mysteriously disappeared again.

As soon as the sky brightened, Li Erniu hurried over.

Last night he was paying special attention to whether there was any opera singing. When he heard the singing, his heart sank, and he immediately felt a little disappointed with Chu Mo.

But soon, the opera singing disappeared, which made Li Erniu very happy. As the night passed, he no longer heard the opera singing, which made him very excited.

So, as soon as the day dawned, he couldn't wait to look for Chu Mo.