So heavy.
When the screen went off, Josiah felt that his body weight had increased by more than two times.
Josiah used the night vision of the Demon of Chaos to see the reason for his weight gain. Carolee had already fallen on Josiah's body, using her hands to hug Josiah's waist.
At this moment, in order to prove his innocence, Josiah tactfully turned his body sideways and hugged Hiri.
"Josiah?"
Hiri was suddenly hugged by Josiah, and her whole body trembled slightly. "The Shining" was suddenly played at the most horrifying place, and the screen in front of them suddenly went dark. There was no light at all.
This kind of scene, as long as it was a human being, would feel fear.
After feeling Josiah's body temperature, Hiri subconsciously touched him. Her eyes had not yet adapted to the surrounding dark environment.
The other audience members, especially the actresses of the White Thorn Flower Troupe, were completely frightened by this scene. Screams sounded everywhere in the audience, and it began to further develop into panic.
"Hold … hold on to me, it's okay!"
Hiri forced herself to calm down, and at the same time reminded Josiah.
Is this considered as … being comforted by Hiri? I obviously can't see anything.
Josiah glanced at Hiri, who had already picked up the magic book that was so heavy that it could be used as a brick.
The situation of the theater suddenly plunging into darkness was too strange. Even Ciri wasn't sure if her surroundings were safe. Right now, the only weapon she could use as a weapon was the grimoire.
"Everyone!"
When the panic gradually spread in the theater, someone finally came forward to calm the panic of the audience … and that person was the Knight Of The White Thorn.
The Knight Of The White Thorn happened to be sitting in the front row of the entire theater. He took out a raw crystal that emitted light, like a hero in a story, emitting light in the darkness!
But the problem was that the face of the Knight Of The White Thorn … was a terrifying villain!
"Calm down, Hiri!"
Josiah held Hiri's wrist. When the Knight Of The White Thorn lit up the raw crystal lamp, Hiri almost dropped the magic book in her hand on his head.
Although Hiri calmed down, it did not mean that the others could. This move of the Knight Of The White Thorn was tantamount to putting a bomb in the disaster scene of the spreading fire.
Josiah could already feel the surrounding magic gathering, and a small number of girls who had lost their minds had begun chanting magic to kill the Knight Of The White Thorn.
The situation had become a little out of control. When Josiah was about to use his magic to cover the entire theater, an electric arc sounded in the darkness.
A series of electric arcs accurately shattered the various inscriptions that appeared in the theater, stopping the spellcasters who were about to release magic to defend themselves.
The dark theater was once again filled with light, and everything around them became clear.
Someone had cast a high-level illumination spell.
"Miss Carolee?"
Josiah reminded Carolee at this time. The Flower of Falosi had been hugging Josiah for almost a minute.
Carolee opened her eyes, and after seeing that the surrounding darkness had been completely dispelled, she blushed and let go of Josiah.
"Yes … I was too rude," Carolee silently returned to her seat, her head lowered, and she could no longer look Josiah in the eye.
The Flower of Falosi was quite shy at certain times, and Josiah only hoped that when she sent those strange selfies to him in the text message … she would be this shy.
At this time, Josiah also let go of Hiri's shoulder …
"Was it an attack by something?" Hiri still had no intention of letting her guard down.
"Not likely. First, let's calm the others down." Josiah stood up from his seat, and the first thing he saw was Zenas' pupils turning ghostly green.
This sinful demon was appointed by Josiah to be the manager of the transit station between the Demon Realm and Noland, and he had already given up his position as Josiah's guard.
However, Zenas' occupational disease was still present. The sudden darkness, and the wanton magic fluctuations in the surroundings, easily made this' former professional bodyguard 'nervous.
"Zenas, calm down."
Josiah pacified Zenas first. The little girl who came with him curled up in Zenas' arms, not daring to look at Josiah.
"And … Miss Nun, there's enough light, don't cast any more Holy Light spells."
Josiah looked to the other side. Sister Dinessa was praying with her hands clasped together, and Herland's friend, Sansa, was muttering something along the lines of 'evil spirits retreat'.
The entire theater was in a state of panic, and it was impossible for Josiah to instruct them one by one. Josiah was about to remind the audience to calm down.
The sound of a staff striking the ground was like a huge bell, and this sound instantly silenced the screams. Everyone's gaze turned to the top of the theater.
That was … the man in yellow.
"Ahem …"
The man in yellow had already forgotten when was the last time he felt embarrassed being stared at by so many people.
"Everyone, the screen went out because my apprentice, Sophina, failed to control her magic! It's not because of any evil spirits! "
When the man in yellow mentioned the word 'evil spirits', many of the audience, especially the female audience, trembled slightly.
"Alright! It's just an accident. "
Josiah clapped his hands again, and his voice echoed in the silent theater.
"The premiere will continue. Please return to your seats." Josiah tried to use a gentle tone to comfort the audience, but some of them had strange expressions.
"Herland, can I go back first?"
Josiah heard a whimpering sound. When Josiah looked behind him, he saw Sansa sitting beside Herland.
This girl from the Kingdom of the Holy seemed to have an extraordinary fear of spirits.
"Mr. Josiah … Sansa is just …" Herland noticed Josiah's gaze and immediately defended Sansa.
"It's fine." Josiah waved his hand, not minding Sansa's fearful expression. He raised his voice again. "If anyone is not feeling well, you can leave first! The doors of the theater are already open. "
Josiah's words were like a special pardon before a death sentence. Some of the female audience members immediately stood up and left the theater, saying that they were not feeling well.
The number of people who left the theater was much more than Josh had expected. For those who had never watched a horror movie before, or even had no concept of what a horror movie was, "The Shining" was too much of a shock for them.
"Aren't you leaving?"
Josiah looked at Sansa, who was sitting behind him. She was holding Herland's hand tightly, and her face was pale. It was obvious that she had suffered an unimaginable shock.
"I … I'm … fine." Sansa tried to make her tone sound tough. It seemed like she did not want to be looked down upon by the demon Josiah. Furthermore, Ino was sitting beside her.
Ino was unexpectedly calm, but he did not seem to understand what had happened. His face was filled with confusion.
This succubus had lived in the bottom of the Realm of Devils since she was young, so Ino was already used to these terrifying scenes.
Josiah quietly waited for the audience members who could not take it anymore to leave. In the end, the originally full theater was only left with half of the people.
The chief apprentice of the yellow-robed man, Sophina, stood up several times and wanted to leave, but in the end, she gritted her teeth and sat back down.
"Don't you regret it?"
Josiah glanced at Carolee beside him and asked her in a low voice. She looked like she wanted to leave as well.
"Mother … won't let me leave."
Carolee texted a message and sent it to Josiah. The flower of the Falosi really wanted to leave, but unfortunately, her mother would not allow her to do such a rude thing.
Josiah could only mourn for Carolee for a while, then he signaled the attendant in charge of the movie playback to rewind the entire scene.
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