Chapter 328 Transformation
The golden sunlight filled the corridor, and Vivian Harbor still looked like noon late at night.

Ning Zhe brushed off the dust on his shoulders and left Stand No. 1 where the bodies of Sally Sally, Ix and others were found.

The bodies of the dead players in the game of Joker were still there, but the ghost who had initiated the game was gone, along with the deck of cards they had used to play the game.

“The gambler woke up faster than I thought. He woke up almost immediately after the Requiem stopped.” Ning Zhe thought secretly while playing with the music box in his hand.

When he received the music box from Taoist Duan Geng, he also received the instructions for using this empowering item – the music box’s ability to hypnotize evil spirits comes from the recording of the Requiem inside, which is a supernatural piece of music played by a real ghost. Anyone who hears the music will fall into an eternal sleep that is almost impossible to wake up from.

The Requiem ‘recording’ in the music box also has a similar effect, but the effect is weaker than the original version. It is not difficult to hypnotize ghosts whose rules have not been triggered and are in a semi-silent state. However, if you encounter an active spooky with its core rules in an activated state, such as a gambling ghost or the God of Wealth, it is conceivable that this fragile hypnotic effect will not last long.

Once the music stops, the ghost will wake up quickly.

And if one wants to hypnotize a vicious ghost like ‘Terang’, whose core rules are activated all the time and who is looking for people to kill everywhere, it is probably only possible to pull over the real body of the ghost playing the Requiem. The recording in the music box can only make Terang’s movements slightly slower.

“The Gambler and the God of Wealth are gone now. Where will they go when they wake up?”

Ning Zhe stuffed the music box into his pocket, walked across the audience seats to the edge of the dance floor. There was nothing in front of him except for the bodies of several players who had been dragged by the gamblers to play Russian roulette. Their clothes were stained with dried blood and brain matter. Apart from these dead people, there was no one else in the audience seats.

According to the behavior pattern of the gambler, the first thing it does after waking up is to select a few lucky people nearby to have a new round of gambling with it. Gambler, gambler, he will feel itchy all over if he doesn’t gamble for a day.

According to the rules of the God of Wealth, after waking up, He should first look for those who have met Him but have not done business with Him to complete the transaction. For example, He chased Ning Zhe around in Ji Bochang’s Izumo Villa just to stuff money into his hands.

Ning Zhe thought for a moment and soon came to a conclusion: “The gambling ghost and the god of wealth fell asleep in the same room. Where these two ghosts will go after waking up depends mainly on which of them wakes up first.”

“If the God of Wealth wakes up first, he will ignore the gamblers who are still sleeping and leave the card table, and go to find Fusolus, Xia Yubing and others to complete the unfinished transactions. The gamblers who wake up later will continue to wander around the opera house and lure people to continue gambling according to certain conditions.”

“If the gambling ghost wakes up first, then there is a chance that the still sleeping God of Wealth will be dragged into a new gambling game by it to continue gambling, just like those makeup artists who died in Russian roulette… Well, it’s just a probability.”

Ning Zhe was also unable to determine whether the God of Wealth, who had just finished one gambling game, would be dragged into another one. The rules of gambling were not yet clear, and there were still many unknowns.

There is also a more interesting situation where the God of Wealth and the Gambler wake up together and then sit there awkwardly, but Ning Zhe thinks that the probability of this happening is not high, and no matter which of the above situations actually happens, one thing is certain, that is, the Gambler is probably still in the opera house. We have to find it… Ning Zhe’s eyes silently swept across the edge of the dance floor, and a pale, featureless figure in red stood there quietly, with two slender hands folded on her lower abdomen. She looked inexplicably aggrieved and seemed to be silently looking at something or someone somewhere. She has been like this since the almanac was won by the gambler.

…No, this guy doesn’t even have any facial features. His face is as blank as a sheet of paper. How can he have any expression?
Ning Zhe suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart. It seemed that a blurry figure quietly passed by from the corner of his vision. A strong sense of crisis surged in his heart. This was a very familiar feeling.

The feeling of ‘inspiration’ being triggered.

Ning Zhe turned his head suddenly and his whole body tensed up subconsciously. He saw a straight figure standing quietly under the dim light in the middle of the empty dance floor. He was shrouded in a robe and it was dark inside the hood without showing his facial features. He stood there silently and appeared behind Ning Zhe without warning, like a demon crawling out of the darkness.

The moment he turned around, a black shadow flew across the tempered glass dance floor. The next moment, the black-robed man’s head left his body and rolled to the ground like a ball. Blood spurted out from the broken neck like a fountain, and the man’s body fell to the ground with a bang, leaving a blood-stained ground.

Ning Zhe lifted up the hem of his skirt with both hands and approached the pool of blood. His Van Dyke leather boots had been replaced with the crystal sandals that Feng Yusu usually wore. He gathered his skirt and half-crouched as usual, remaining alert and ready to check the body. However, before he finished the “squatting” action, the pool of blood in front of him had disappeared.

It was as if the game was stuck. The character model that existed in the previous frame disappeared in the next frame. There was no time to react. The head that rolled to the ground disappeared in front of Ning Zhe along with his body. The center of the dance floor became empty again.

Ning Zhe reached out and touched the ground. The tempered glass felt cold and hard to his palm. The surface of the glass was still dry, as if it had never been splashed with someone’s blood.

“Disappeared?” Ning Zhe stood up with a frown on his face. He Nianjun, wearing a red wedding dress, was still standing on the edge of the dance floor. Behind her was an empty auditorium with dim lights flickering.

Under the lights, the auditorium was empty, not even a dead person.

The bodies that had died in the game of Russian roulette were gone.

Ning Zhe’s pupils shrank suddenly, and his heartbeat slowed down unconsciously: “Are you kidding me…?”

He quickly closed his eyes, and his senses spread throughout the entire opera house. The feedback he received made Ning Zhe feel even colder – there was no trace of a single living person in the entire Santa Gloria Opera House.

At the edge of the dance floor, the girl in the red wedding dress was still standing there, her face without any facial features just a piece of white paper.

(End of this chapter)