I deliver food in a bizarre world

He carefully took out the red costume, folded it neatly, and prepared to put it in his backpack.

The moment the costume was completely removed from the bottom of the trunk, deafening applause and cheers erupted without warning.

"Good! Good! Good!"

"good!"

Cheers surged in from all directions like a tsunami, instantly filling the entire theater!

The sound was so real, it was as if dozens or even hundreds of audience members were clapping and cheering wildly in the audience.

Chen Mo was so startled that he trembled, lost his balance, and sat down on the ground again.

The chat exploded instantly, and the viewers in the live stream were all quite frightened.

At the same time, all the remaining lights above the stage, including those that should have been scrapped long ago, lit up simultaneously!

The blinding light instantly dispelled the darkness backstage, illuminating the dilapidated stage in front of it as bright as day.

The tattered curtain, accompanied by the scraping sound of old pulleys, was solemnly pulled open to both sides.

A faint, ethereal voice, trailing off with a long, drawn-out theatrical tone, echoed through the empty theater.

"Very well! Since you're here, you're a guest! Please, sir/madam... come up on stage for a chat!"

Chen Mo's heart sank. He sprang to his feet and turned to look at the porch he had come from.

Sometime later, it turned into a solid wall, covered in stains.

The exit has disappeared!

【！！！！】

Is this some kind of maze or a ghost wall?

【It's all over! Mo-ge isn't going to get out!】

[Are you really going to go on stage?]

That sound was terrifying! It gave me the creeps!

[That scared the hell out of me!]

"The space is distorted." Xiao Jing's voice remained emotionless. "We cannot leave unless we meet the requirements to go on stage."

Zhao Tianyi tried to rush towards the other possible exit, but was also bounced back by an invisible wall. His soul trembled: "No! It's all blocked!"

The operatic voice rang out again: "Since you've taken the costume, sir, please change into it and join me... in performing 'The Night Flight'!"

Chen Mo felt a chill run down his spine.

"Night Run," also known as "Lin Chong Night Run," belongs to the Kunqu opera genre and is quite famous.

However, there is only one person in the entire play "Night Run". Why did this voice make him act with him?

Chen Mo's eyes widened as he recalled the task notes.

It's obsessed with past applause and detests silence. Once you find the costume, you must take it out of the theater before its performance ends. Note that it might assign you a role.

It assigned him a role!

"What a load of rubbish! What theater would let audience members go on stage and sing? Are they trying to put on a magic show?"

Just after he finished cursing, the red costume in Chen Mo's hand suddenly became scalding hot.

A powerful force suddenly appeared out of nowhere, pulling him tightly and dragging him toward the side curtain leading to the stage!

"Holy crap!"

The force was immense, causing Chen Mo to stumble. He quickly reacted, bracing himself with one foot to avoid falling.

The red costume in his hand was like a red-hot iron, burning his palms. It not only dragged him toward the stage, but also had an immense suction force, sticking to him as if it wanted to wrap around him.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson today!" Chen Mo cursed under his breath, adjusted his body, exerted force in his waist and abdomen, and planted his feet firmly on the ground like nails, competing with that force.

The veins on his right hand bulged, and although the wound on his left hand hadn't healed, he wrapped it around his wrist several times with even more force, and he still wasn't dragged away.

Anyway, changing clothes is out of the question; who knows if I'll even be able to take them off after putting them on!

After pulling for a long time and still stuck in the same spot, he gritted his teeth and decided not to fight against the dragging force anymore. Instead, he used the momentum to push off with his feet and leaped onto the stage.

Rather than being dragged up in a sorry state, it's better to take the initiative yourself.

The moment your foot steps onto the creaking wooden planks of the stage, the dragging force disappears.

The costume in my hands was no longer hot, and returned to a cool touch, but it had become unusually heavy, like carrying a stone.

The audience seats below the stage remained empty and dilapidated.

But on stage, the atmosphere was completely different.

"Clang—clang—bang!"

Behind the stage, gongs, drums, and cymbals began to sound on their own, striking the instruments with rhythm and precision.

It is the urgent drumbeat of Lin Chong fleeing in the snowy night in "Night Flight"!

Because of the curtain, he couldn't see what was happening backstage at all.

As soon as the sound came, Chen Mo felt the air around him tighten, as if countless eyes were staring at him in the darkness.

An invisible pressure surged in from all directions, carrying a biting chill, like a draft in the twelfth lunar month, seeping straight into the bones.

Is this Lin Chong's journey to Liangshan on a snowy night?

He cannot see his opponent, but his spiritual eyes can detect the flow of energy.

Unseen blades of energy, imbued with malice, rained down upon him.

Just like those hail of bullets and arrows during the pursuit of Lin Chong back then!

Chen Mo had already tried, but for some reason, the costume simply couldn't be put into the app's storage space.

So he threw the heavy costume behind his back, dodging as he did so, while hastily securing it with the backpack straps.

Then, in an instant, he drew his Tang sword with his right hand, the blade tracing a dark arc in the dim light.

Instead of hacking randomly, he focused his mind and relied on his vision to capture the energy trajectory and listen to the wind to determine the location.

His figure moved nimbly and dodged within a small space, his Tang sword parrying and blocking. Each collision with the invisible blade of energy produced a dull thud, making his wrist numb and almost causing him to lose his grip on the weapon.

This is much more tiring than fighting a physical enemy. Not only does it require complete concentration, but it also rapidly depletes physical and mental energy.

Is Mo Ge fighting with thin air?

I can't see it, but I'm deeply moved.

That movement technique is absolutely amazing!

That sound is terrifying.

"This won't do!" Zhao Tianyi cried out anxiously from inside the pot. "This thing seems to have inexhaustible power!"

Xiao Jing spoke rapidly: "It's mobilizing all the pent-up resentment and remaining power in the entire theater!"

"Zhao Tianyi, you need to find the location where it's most closely connected to the theater; that's the key to its power!"

"I'll try my best! Can't you take Mo Ge away with you?"

"No, the space here is sealed off..."

"Hurry up, I can't hold on much longer!" Chen Mo gritted his teeth, swung his sword to deflect a chilling energy that pierced his heart, and activated his spiritual eyes to the maximum, his gaze sweeping rapidly across the stage.

The drumbeats grew more urgent, and the attacks became increasingly intense.

He barely dodged an invisible impact, which grazed his right arm, tearing a gash in his sleeve.

Fortunately, he dodged in time and the wound was not reopened.

Even so, the wind blades caused a burning stinging pain on my skin.

Just then, his vision blurred!

The dilapidated stage disappeared, replaced by a burning haystack.

A scorching heat wave hit us, and the air was filled with the crackling sound of wood popping.

Countless resentful and urging whispers rang directly in his mind, disturbing him and slowing his knife movements.