"Cut his neck!"

As soon as Ye Wen finished speaking, Songpashan punched her and knocked her to the ground.

The fat chef immediately understood what Ye Wen meant. He raised his kitchen knife and slashed at the blood-stained part of Sompashan's neck.

"puff!"

Because Ye Wen's blood drove away the black tattoo, the blade was not wrapped this time, and the kitchen knife successfully cut into Songpa Shan's neck.

Black blood spurted out from the wound on Songpa Shan's neck. The blood condensed together as if alive, and then wrapped around the fat chef's wrist, making him unable to move.

Ye Wen fell to the ground and wanted to help, but she had lost the ability to move because she had lost too much blood.

So she could only remind loudly: "The poison is in his head, and he can only be killed by cutting off his head!"

At this time, the kitchen knife was embedded in Songpa Shan's neck and only cut into one-third of it. However, the fat chef was already imprisoned by the black blood and could not pull out the kitchen knife at all.

Seeing this, Mo Shouchen did not hesitate to pick up the keyboard and hit it hard on the back of the knife.

With a "dang" sound, the kitchen knife cut in another third.

"Ouch..."

Songpashan screamed, and then punched Mo Shouchen hard in the stomach.

Originally, the force of this punch could completely shatter Mo Shouchen's internal organs, but he had already used soul links to connect all the ghosts together, even the beanbags.

Therefore, he only suffered one-seventh of the damage. Although the pain made him gasp, it did not make him incapacitated.

Mo Shouchen gritted his teeth and did not retreat. He shouted with a ferocious face: "Go to hell!"

Then the keyboard was smashed again.

"puff……"

Black blood spurted onto the theater ceiling like a fountain, and Sompashan's head fell off his neck.

After rolling around in a circle, Songpashan's head finally stopped facing Mo Shouchen.

His mouth opened and closed like a carp starved of oxygen, and the muscles on his face began to rapidly turn black and shrink like a rotten apple.

Hatred and unwillingness can be seen in his eyes, but everything is over, he is completely dead this time.

Sumpa Shan's head finally rotted into a puddle of black mud, and a black insect crawled out of the mud and squirmed to burrow into the ground.

It's a pity that the floor of the theater is made of marble, so it can't get into it at all.

"Snapped!"

Mo Shouchen stepped forward and crushed the black bug to death. He didn't want to leave any further trouble for himself.

Looking at the two pools of soft mud on the ground, Mo Shouchen suddenly remembered something. He was a little too excited when he saw Ye Wen was injured just now, and he even forgot to ask Song Pashan about the mysterious man.

But then I thought about it, and I guess even if I asked, Songpa Shan would definitely not tell me, and asking would be in vain, so I have nothing to regret.

Mo Shouchen helped Ye Wen up from the ground. Although her face was pale, the wound on her wrist was no longer bleeding and had begun to scab. This golden silkworm's recovery ability was really abnormal.

After settling Ye Wen, Mo Shouchen turned his attention to the more than twenty ghosts on the front stage of the theater.

Since Songpa Shan was back-bitten by his natal poison, these ghosts have lost their aggressiveness, but they did not leave, but were driven to the stage by Su Ya.

As a local, Mo Shouchen naturally heard about the fire at the Public Theater, so he knew that the ghosts standing on the stage now were probably the art school students who died in the fire.

Ye Wen saw Mo Shouchen staring at the ghosts on the stage and thought he planned to eliminate those ghosts as well, so she said:

"Those ghosts are ordinary earth-bound spirits. I don't know what Songpashan did to make them attack living people. But now that Songpashan is dead, they have returned to normal and will no longer hurt other people."

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"Um!"

Mo Shouchen agreed, then stood up and walked towards the stage. The ghosts on the stage suddenly looked frightened.

However, none of them dared to escape, and even if they dared to run, they would not be able to escape, because Su Ya who was standing by could easily kill them all.

At this time, the female ghost who was singing on the stage at the beginning came out and said, "Let us go. It was all the work of the person you just killed that made us attack people uncontrollably."

"We didn't want to harm anyone, we just couldn't bear to leave this stage, so we didn't leave here."

The female ghost who spoke seemed to be the strongest here. When these ghosts went crazy and started attacking people just now, she seemed to be the only one who was not affected.

"Can't bear to leave this stage?" Mo Shouchen repeated.

"Yes." The female ghost nodded, "That performance was our first time on the official stage, but before we had time to perform, a fire broke out, so we became obsessed with staying here."

Mo Shouchen originally thought that these ghosts on the stage became bound spirits because they were unwilling to be burned to death by fire.

It turned out that the real reason why they stayed was that they hadn't had time to perform on stage yet. Their desire and love for the stage was really touching.

In order not to make these ghosts too nervous, Mo Shouchen recalled Su Ya into the black book, and then said to them with a smile:

"I don't intend to hurt you, I just want to discuss something with you. Since you love acting, then I can provide you with an opportunity. I have a script, and if you are willing, you can play various roles in it.

"

Because script killing was not popular a few years ago, Mo Shouchen explained to these ghosts in detail what script killing was and how to play a role in the scene.

After explaining, he added: "You no longer belong to this world, so if anyone is willing to come and kill my script, I will put it in the black book. If not, then put it in the jade pendant. You guys

Decide."

For ghosts, the black book and the ghost-suppressing jade pendant are like the difference between a single-family sea-view villa and a dormitory. Even a fool knows how to choose.

However, in order to show that her level is relatively high, the female ghost still gave a very high-level reason.

"Our teacher said that there is no role, no matter how big or small. As long as we can continue to use our expertise, it doesn't matter what we perform, so we are willing to join your script to kill the theater."

"Then I wish us a happy cooperation."

After speaking, Mo Shouchen put his hand on the broken stage, then used spiritualism and included all these ghosts in the black book.

There are a total of twenty-three ghosts of art school students. This time the problem of casting actors in the script has been completely solved.

After including these ghosts in the black book, Mo Shouchen checked their information and found that one of them seemed a little different...

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