Chen Ge had never anticipated that a two-star scenario would produce a Red Dress, but at this point, there was no room to retreat. Every employee he could mobilize was already here.
Bai Qiulin and the Water Ghost were both half-stage Red Dresses, and with the rest of the employees pitching in, they should have been able to hold the Red Dress from the movie at bay.
All Chen Ge needed was to stall the Red Dress. He leaned slightly toward the blind man beside him, his strategy already formed.
The employees were buzzing with excitement at this turn of events mid-movie — the thrill was something no ordinary 3D film could ever deliver.
The scent of blood wafted through the enclosed screening room. A cold wind swept through, and the low whispers quickly escalated into screams and roars.
On the screen, blood trickled downward, dripping onto the floor, and a woman in red stepped out from within. Yet the sound of dripping blood did not stop.
She turned her head — one eye gouged out — and with her remaining eye, she saw that in the first row of the screening room, a gaunt, thoroughly drenched woman was raising her lowered head.
Water stains and bloodstains bloomed across her clothes, her soaked hair clinging to her pale face, and through the strands of hair one could see a pair of eyes, swollen and bulging outward from prolonged immersion in water!
The seat was already soaked through, and the puddles on the floor kept spreading.
Two women stood facing each other — one on stage, one below.
One was watching a movie for the first time, her simple brain working overtime to figure out what art form a movie even was. The other was seeing such a moviegoer for the first time, turning around with a bewildered expression as if wondering whether she had actually stepped out of the screen yet.
The Red Dress woman finally tore her gaze away from the Water Ghost, and when she noticed the rest of the audience in the screening room, her confusion deepened further.
Behind the Water Ghost floated a row of doctors in white lab coats, hovering in front of the seats, their faces utterly devoid of any emotion beyond cold detachment and an almost unsettling composure.
Next to the doctors stood a man in a pair of worn-out jeans.
One hand was stuffed in his pocket while the other hovered protectively beside Chen Ge. What was truly baffling was that yet another hand now rested on the man's shoulder.
The room full of student ghosts wailed and howled, making an enormous racket — but they were all bark and no bite, their voices growing ever louder even as the distance between them and the screen grew greater.
The audience in the last row had all risen to their feet as well, looking even more bizarre.
In the left corner sat what appeared to be a couple — the man's face deathly pale, the woman's body as though it might scatter apart at any moment.
In the right corner was crammed a massive, nearly two-meter-tall fat ghost, both hands clutching its belly in a desperate effort to keep its body from drifting apart.
Standing beside the fat ghost was a thin, gaunt young man with a rope looped around his neck, holding the other end himself.
This particular audience was impressively hard-core. When the Red Dress woman stepped out of the screen, she was momentarily stunned.
Among all the "people" present, Chen Ge was the most clear-headed. Ever since the woman appeared, he had been fixating on her with his Yin Eye.
Persistence paid off. He quickly discovered that after the woman emerged from the screen, the color of her red dress had faded significantly — especially the blood-red hue over her heart, which had nearly vanished.
"This vengeful ghost seems to only be able to wield her full strength while inside the movie. Once she leaves the screen, her power drops dramatically."