112: Chapter 112: The Rose Opera House (Thirteen)

Currently, these NPCs attending the opera have ID tags on them.

As long as they swap ID tags among themselves, they will be safe for the time being.

Qianye tugged on Huang's sleeve and asked casually, "Baby, where did you come from?"

Qianye clearly felt the person beside her stiffen.

Just then, there was sudden movement on the second floor.

Suddenly, a massive light illuminated the center, making the entire hall as bright as day.

Qianye looked around, her gaze settling on the walls surrounding the hall.

Between them, various paintings of beauties were depicted on the walls.

These pictures included both men and women, and looking closely at their commonalities, they all had roses on their bodies.

"Welcome, Guests who have come from afar. The Rose Opera House is about to open. Let us look forward to tonight's wonderful performance."

Instantly, as these words echoed throughout the hall, the entire hall fell silent.

At the same time, tables and chairs appeared beside those Guests for them to rest.

Qianye looked at the table rising in front of her, her eyes unfocused, lost in thought.

Beside her, Huang looked at Qianye's expression, his eyes dark and unreadable.

Both of them had their own thoughts.

The loudspeaker stopped, and a huge platform rose on the second floor, where someone was now standing.

"What kind of outfit is that?" Mo Yu looked up at the person who appeared above.

In the center of the platform stood Marie. At this moment, she had shed her dress and was wearing a form-fitting bodysuit, with shimmering light occasionally flashing across it, looking very flashy.

The next second, her stiff body stretched out.

"The opera is about to begin."

"Isn't that Marie?" As the person above raised her head, An Xuan saw the familiar face—wasn't that the Marie he saw when he first entered the game?

Mo Yu stared intently at her eyes.

Hearing An Xuan's words, she suddenly spoke up, "That is not her."

"Huh? Why do you say that?"

"Look at her eyes."

Beside her, Qianye's eyes showed surprise; she hadn't expected Mo Yu to be so observant.

She had actually discovered the difference.

The singing on the stage began.

As soon as the tune started, Mo Yu leaned toward Qianye and looked around.

"Where is your boyfriend?"

He seemed to be here just a moment ago; how did he disappear in the blink of an eye?

Qianye waved her hand, "Small issue, he's always a bit rebellious, don't worry about him."

The song slowly emerged, and with the lyrics and melody, the roses throughout the hall began to bloom slowly.

"Wait, what is this singing?" The person called Monk spoke up, rubbing his bald head with a look of confusion.

"W-why can't I understand it?" Hearing this, Hermione suddenly wanted to cover her ears.

This—this seems too horrible to listen to, it's so piercing.

"What is going on?" Mo Yu frowned, also finding it hard to bear.

Turning her head, Mo Yu saw Qianye looking completely relaxed, her head still swaying to the rhythm.

"..."

She felt even more like they weren't playing the same game.

Mo Yu looked at the other players around; good grief, only Qianye was an outlier, while everyone else couldn't help but cover their ears.

The singing continued, and as it gradually reached a climax, the players in the hall finally began to stir.

"Heh heh heh..."

"Heh heh heh..."

Rhythmic sounds kept ringing out below.

Those people appeared exceptionally excited.

Qianye noticed that only a portion of the people were cheering.

Qianye focused her gaze on their attire and discovered that their outfits were mostly identical.

The singing above grew increasingly passionate, and the players below felt like their ears were about to explode.

"When will this finally end?"

Just as An Xuan finished saying this, the sound stopped abruptly.

"Whew~"

"F-finally, it's over."

An Xuan leaned against Hao Ming, letting out a long sigh of relief.

Before he could completely relax, he heard a portion of the NPCs below cheering exceptionally loudly.

He couldn't understand what they were saying at all, so he could only watch.

An Xuan scratched his head, "This feeling is really maddening."

The next moment, Qianye watched as the paintings on the hall walls slowly changed, stepping out from the walls in all directions.

In an instant, those paper figures came to life!

Qianye scanned the walls again; they had turned into simple walls, with nothing but white surfaces devoid of any paintings.

The people from the paintings were seen moving slowly.

"T-these aren't the horrors that were chasing us earlier, are they?" Hermione pointed at the horrors, her voice trembling.

Their faces were covered in roses, and their eyes were tightly shut.

There were still some differences.

The next instant, those rose horrors suddenly opened their eyes, their sharp gazes sweeping across the venue, quickly locking onto the people inside.

"What's going on?" Mo Yu frowned tightly, watching those who were being taken away, vaguely sensing something.

"Huh, isn't that the NPC we swapped ID tags with? Why were they taken away just like that?" Monk picked at his hands, looking puzzled.

As soon as he said this, something flashed in Mo Yu's eyes.

"Right, those people being taken away are the NPCs whose ID tags we swapped!"

The group looked at each other, their spines instantly chilling.

So the ID tags they had were this unsafe.

After the people were taken away, nothing else happened, and then the singing above continued.

The only difference was that the person singing had changed.

It was still a young lady, dressed in ancient attire, and as soon as she opened her mouth, it was a pure operatic style.

"Huh, I understood this one."

Monk was the first to comment.

"Ah, what's going on!"

"My, my head still hurts so much."

"Ah..."

"Me too..."

"What on earth is this singing, it's too piercing..."

"I really can't take it anymore." An Xuan covered his ears tightly.

At this moment, only Qianye kept her eyes closed, swaying her head back and forth.

Suddenly, the melody above stopped abruptly.

Those horrors appeared again; this time, their gazes were fixed on the players present.

"W-what's going on?"

"Why do I feel like their gaze is fixed on me?" An Xuan hugged himself, looking at those horrors, always feeling a sense of dread in his heart.

Meanwhile, those Guests were in an exceptionally high mood.

Qianye opened her eyes and saw this tense standoff.

Mo Yu held her weapon, confronting the horrors opposite her.

On the side, there were still Guests cheering incessantly.

Qianye flashed over to Mo Yu's side.

"Swap tags."

Her voice was neither loud nor soft, just enough for them to hear.

Mo Yu was stunned.

Swap again?

Looking at the approaching horrors, Mo Yu chose to follow Qianye's words.

She immediately grabbed her weapon and rushed toward the nearest, loudest-cheering NPC, slashing straight down.

"Let's do it too." An Xuan gritted his teeth, staring at the surrounding NPCs, targeting his current prey.

In an instant, the entire hall fell into chaos.

Screams.

Exclamations.

Excitement.

...

Instantly, the entire hall was thrown into chaos.

Those players were considered experienced; in the face of danger, they managed to swap their ID tags just as the horrors were about to grab them.

"Whew..."

"Whew... whew..."

"So tired."

"I, I can't do it anymore." An Xuan waved his hand.

After the horrors took those NPCs away, the singing continued on the second floor...

"No way, again?" An Xuan's face was filled with misery.