"Why are you here?"

"You'll die if I don't come." Dai Moli rolled her eyes at Zhang Yi: "I noticed something was wrong, so I crawled out on my own. People here have begun to wake up. Please find a way to get out of here."

Dai Moli pulled Zhang Yi a few times, but found that Zhang Yi didn't move at all.

"There seems to be something wrong with me now, is there anything you can do?"

Dai Moli shook her head: "This is a curse cast by an evil spirit. I don't know how to unravel it."

She gently lifted the door curtain with her fingers and glanced outside.

"Hey,

Is it quite lively?

With so many guests, how much money can you make from a performance?"

"It's a lot, but what does it have to do with me? First find a way to help me break the curse."

Zhang Yi was still worried about the curse on himself and couldn't break it, but Dai Moli saw something.

"Is she Mrs. Qing?"

"Um,"

"What binds Sister Qing is not the power of evil spirits. Try it and see if you can find a way to destroy that rope."

"Do you think this is something I can do??"

"Perhaps you can try the talisman on your hand."

"[Golden Light Talisman]?"

"No, it's the [Essence Fire Talisman]. This talisman can stimulate the energy and spirit in your body. Generally speaking, ghost spells mostly suppress your energy and spirit. Using this talisman, it may be able to help you escape.

The curse on the body.

And the summoned essence fire can just burn the rope on Qing's head, but you have to risk getting as close to Qing's wife as possible."

"Do we have to save Mrs. Qing??"

"We have no helpers. If we don't kill that evil spirit, we will all die."

Zhang Yi frowned, called out the account book, looked at the two remaining talismans, and then glanced at the sword on the table...

"Push me to the stage!"

"Dong dong dong..."

The sound of gongs beside the stage became more and more urgent, and the audience in the audience began to become impatient.

"Isn't it time to come out?"

"Yes, I've struck the gong twice. If we don't come out again, this show will be ruined."

The audience's low-pitched discussion also attracted the sidelong glances of the evil spirits on the rafters.

He turned his head and looked at the stage where the door was.

At this time, the door curtain opened and Zhang Yi walked out.

When he stepped on the stage with one foot, his body and limbs were controlled by a kind of power.

"The wind whistles and the horses neigh on the ancient road..."

Quickly lift up and slowly fall down in eight steps, holding a sword in front of the sand.

Zhang Yi seemed like an outsider at this moment, looking at his body with cold eyes like a troupe veteran who had practiced hard for many years, walking onto the stage step by step without even a single superfluous movement.

The clothes worn by the audience in the audience were also all kinds of strange, and some of them were obviously not from this era.

The theater itself and the massage parlor are of the same nature.

Zhang Yi thought about the photos of his father enshrined backstage.

Could it be that my father also runs this theater?

Recalling that Dai Moli once said that this place is like a prison, is Sister Qing imprisoned here on purpose by my father?

"Full of grievances and resentments!"

"Dong dong dong..." The sound of the gong became louder and more urgent.

Sister-in-law Qing staggered and knelt down in front of her with the confession in her hands.

"I hope you will be honest with me and not the official. I will be wronged if you inquire in detail!!"

It was originally a white and flawless prop, but when Mrs. Qing pushed it in front of him, the confession was stained with vermilion blood, leaving only the word "injustice".

It’s Brother Li’s face, but it’s Sister Qing’s spirit.

The handsome face turned from pink to pale, and the lips turned livid, showing a hint of resentment and indignation.

A line of bloody tears overflowed from his eyes.

Just like in this drama, Liu Shaoying, who avenged her father, was desperate and her blood was splattered on the yarn.

It's just that Qing's sister-in-law is even worse, but she can't even do it with blood splattering on the gauze.

The hemp rope around her neck locked her tightly, making him unable to live or die. She became a tool in the troupe and unable to survive reincarnation.

Zhang Yi's scalp was numb and the hairs all over his body stood up.

Is this what his father did?

"good!!"

The audience in the audience had already stood up excitedly.

"Dong dong dong..."

The sound of gongs, suona and erhu became more and more harsh.

Everyone in the audience below held their breath, and Zhang Yi slowly raised his sword.

According to the last scene in the play, the official played by Zhang Yi knew that the case was wrong and regretted committing suicide.

Zhang Yi raised his head, and the evil ghost on the beam grinned at him.

His crooked eyes were filled with amusement and excitement.

"Buzz..."

But as the sword was unsheathed, the evil ghost's eyes widened, and there was actually an apricot-yellow talisman attached to the sword blade.

In an instant, red fire light rose up from the sword, illuminating the stage.
Chapter completed!