Chapter 58: Opera Singer

Ghost magnetic field fluctuations occurred in both rooms at the same time.

The little girl maintained this action, and both Night Watchers were dumbfounded.

In the past two days, the little girl had appeared in this situation many times, but this time, as Ghost Tamers, they could clearly feel a fluctuation of Ghost energy.

And as the little girl began to hum the opera with her sharp throat, the space around them began to change.

The light seemed to be covered by a layer of gauze, with only faint starlight able to scatter down.

The white light became very dim at this moment.

The Night Watcher on the left looked serious, got up, and squinted at the little girl: "Be careful, this doesn't look fake this time. The Ghost energy has begun to fluctuate. Send a message to the higher-ups and request support."

This opera singer's current disaster level was very high, the fear level unknown, and the two of them didn't dare to be careless, so they had to report the situation as soon as possible.

The other Night Watcher was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, his arms longer than an ordinary person's.

Hearing this, he hurriedly took out his phone, only to find that the signal had been cut off. He took out another communicator, which also couldn't send the message.

Both felt a tremor in their hearts. Being able to isolate the communicator meant that this Ghost's level was very high, at least possessing Infernal Domain ability.

"Be careful, we've lost contact here. They will receive the message soon, we only need to hold on for ten minutes!"

The white-clothed man hurriedly waved his hand, and the two understood instantly, then blocked their own ears.

Ghost codename: Opera Singer. Tentative rule: Listen to the tune!

So the two had to seal their ears and could only communicate using sign language.

*Zzzzz—*

The next moment, a burst of current sounds began to appear in their ears.

At the same time, the little girl standing on the bed began to twist her body.

Her small body began to twist, walking with a flourish, just like those opera singers on stage, half-hidden behind a pipa.

While twisting, she opened her mouth and sang the terrifying opera loudly.

The two were locking onto the Ghost's position, and the light in the room began to appear dim red.

Immediately, suona, copper drums, and two-stringed fiddles followed one after another.

The little girl opened her throat, and all kinds of strange sounds came out of it.

She was like a walking musical instrument.

Her face began to turn pink, and she walked down from the bed, her body swaying as she came to the side of the two Ghost Tamers.

With a flower-like smile on the corners of her mouth, she waved her right hand gently, and there was also a scent of rouge.

The two stood like mountains, still locking onto the Ghost's true body. The little girl was just a branch; the Ghost wasn't on her at all.

The white-clothed man pursed his lips, his arms suddenly becoming longer, and then he stabbed hard toward another place.

But he stabbed into empty air.

Suddenly.

His shoulder was patted twice, and the other Ghost Tamer signaled him to look at the window.

It didn't matter if he didn't look, but when he did, he was startled.

Originally there were only the three of them in the room, but looking from the window, the entire room was packed with people.

Besides them, everyone was a person wearing opera costumes, each dressed differently, some playing generals, some playing opera singers, some playing scholars.

But only their faces were exactly the same: pink rouge, long and pitch-black eyes, corners of their mouths pursed.

One of them even used a wooden long spear to hold against his throat, although it didn't move.

The white-clothed man gasped, licked his lips with his tongue, and then moved slightly.

A trace of blood flowed from his throat, even though there was nothing in front of him.

It seemed that the wooden long spear in the mirror was real.

But these opera singers didn't launch an attack on him, which was very strange.

He gestured: "Hallucination?"

The other person frowned. Before figuring out the rule power of a Special Level Ghost, the strength of this Ghost was infinitely increasing.

Some Special Level Ghosts were very weak, but their rule power was very strong.

Once the rule power was figured out, dealing with the Ghost would be much simpler.

Could it be a hallucination? Thinking of this, the white-clothed man closed his eyes and just took a step out. His whole person was instantly unable to move. Wanting to open his eyes again was impossible, and his sealed ears were instantly released.

The next second, his mouth opened wide, and a tune of opera issued from his throat.

His figure changed, and he actually followed the little girl in setting up an opera-singing posture.

The other Night Watcher's eyes widened.

He... that was it?

Even without the blink of an eye, he was killed by the Ghost?

"Damn it! Besides not being able to listen to his opera singing, what other rule does this Ghost have! If I don't figure out this rule, I'll die here too!"

He leaned against the wall, his breathing becoming somewhat rapid, staring dead at the window.

He looked at all the opera singers in the glass window, and at the same time, the opera singers were also staring dead at him in the room.

*Whoosh—*

Suddenly, a gust of wind came from under his feet.

His legs broke off directly.

*Pfft—*

He let out a sharp, miserable scream, then collapsed onto the ground and looked up in terror.

He didn't see the Ghost, but saw the little girl and his teammate suddenly lean in, looking down from above, eyes wide open, mouths pursed, staring at him with a horrified expression.

Not moving at all.

The two looked for a moment, then turned around, spun in a circle with opera steps, and then grabbed the air and fell hard.

Die—

"Why is there the sound of opera? Don't you know this is a hospital? Who is playing it so loudly?"

"Shh, this room is a special ward, there are people from the higher-ups, except for the director, no one is allowed in."

Two little nurses passed by the door, discussing in a low voice.

Suddenly, a man wearing a cotton-padded jacket and carrying a late-night snack drilled out from the side. His expression changed: "What? Where did you two hear the sound of opera?"

This person who suddenly appeared startled the two little nurses.

Seeing that the other person was wearing a cotton-padded jacket in the middle of summer, they were either sick or sick, so they hurriedly pointed upstairs: "Up... upstairs, it's quite loud."

The cotton-padded jacket man didn't even care about the late-night snack, turned and ran up, while taking out his communicator: "Big sister, something happened, the opera singer is here!"

After delivering the message, he had already arrived at the corridor.

But at this time, his pace seemed to be fixed.

He stood at the stair position and looked forward. This corridor was very long and very crowded.

It was full of people wearing various opera costumes.

At this time, everyone turned their gazes to stare at him, their expressions carrying smiles, tilting their heads.

The cotton-padded jacket man gasped, his feet pausing. His left hand grabbed his robe, ready to tear it open at any time.

All the opera singers tilted their heads and stared at him.

He seemed to remember something, hurriedly using his energy to block his ears.

Then he took a deep breath, preparing to move his pace to walk forward, but just as he lifted his foot.

A drop of cold sweat fell.

Because a scent of rouge drifted over. He looked up and saw an opera singer wearing a pink robe melting out from the wall while singing.

His feet sank suddenly.

His knees almost couldn't bear the weight on his shoulders and knelt down. Just for a moment, someone appeared on his back.

Wearing an opera costume, pursing her lips and smiling, tilting her head and staring at him.

"My lord—"

(End of chapter)