Liu Xinyu entered the old opera theatre and felt the strange atmosphere around her. There was a coldness in the air, the bone-chilling coldness that instilled fear within a person. Liu Xinyu shook away the chills on her body and stepped in calmly.
She noticed the way people whispered together but didn't pay any attention to it. She went straight to work even though she could hear a voice singing the 'Drunken Concubine' opera in a beautiful voice. Her eyes fell on the abandoned stage where that figure stood and sang with such intense emotions that one would drown in them.
Liu Xinyu did not want to focus on it but Yiyi seemed to have a keen interest in it as she even found a seat in the front row to enjoy the Chinese opera. Liu Xinyu rolled her eyes at this stupid ghost who loved fun.
