After the suona, a series of sad and long singing styles floated from the direction of Ma Village Chief's house. I couldn't help but look in surprise. If the lights were not turned off, I should be able to see some light. Could it be that it was blocked by the trees in the house?

Bu Yique, who had an injury on his feet, ran so fast. Why did he go to the opera by himself in the middle of the night? Now that Ma Wulang's family has not yet been cleared, he still has to find this guy. It's really not worry-free, alas!

I took it to the door and then groped at Village Chief Ma's house with the vague moonlight. I remember that when I came, I walked to the end of an alley. Now I returned as soon as I followed the same route and found the place where the big opera stake was soon.

It's really a lot of trouble to walk this road. Because there is no light in the alley, it's high and low. From time to time, I will step on puddles, trip up and stones, and suddenly be swept by a trace of shady air. I'm a little doubting why Bu Yique ran so fast and finally walked out of this alley. Strangely, people around here all have domestic animals. When they came, there were obviously dogs barking, but now they don't even have a sound. It's quiet, so quiet that it's a bit strange...

Finally, I could vaguely see the shadow of the opera stake, and at this time I could clearly hear the singing voices. Listen carefully, this passage was singing about Jinshan Temple and Broken Bridge. I smiled and said, the singing was indeed good. The pain and sadness of Bai Snake and Xu Xian's separation were fully evaporated. It was so sad that people could not understandably follow the sadness. I quickly walked to the front of the opera stake and suddenly realized that it was still like the daytime, and there was no one here, so where was Bu Yique's figure?

Then... where did Bu Yique go?

I touched around and there was no Bu Yique's figure. The soundtrack and the actresses on the stage were playing lively and singing. I was vaguely attracted by the enthusiastic singing on the stage and couldn't help but look around.

Outside Jinshan Temple, White Snake was trapped by Fahai, and Xu Xian had no way to rescue him. The two cried bitterly. Seeing this, I felt sad inexplicably. At this moment, why did White Snake suddenly have a long sword in her hand? The moment when the three-foot sword was held in her hand, the scene on the stage changed strangely. Why did White Snake suddenly become a concubine? Xu Xian and the little monks also disappeared? What's even more strange is that Fahai changed and turned into a long beard and big face. This... This is not Jin Duan Lei! This is Farewell My Concubine...

Yu Ji glanced at King Chu, then took a few steps back, and committed suicide by drinking sword. My previous mood had not calmed down, and my heart suddenly rose to my throat. I saw that the King of King Chu was really slitting his throat little by little, and blood spurted out. I widened my eyes and slowly opened my mouth. Just as I was about to scream, I saw King Chu hold Yu Ji's head with both hands. Suddenly! He raised his head, looked at me with a pair of cold eyes. With a wave of his arms, he actually smashed Yu Ji's head heavily at me-

"ah!"

This strange scene completely made me feel confused. I almost instinctively held my head sideways, and then screamed in surprise...

Strangely, I stayed for a while and there was no sound around me, and it was extremely quiet. I slowly opened my eyes and looked around. The stage was pitch black. Where was Chu Bawang and Yu Ji, where was anyone singing Jin Duan Lei? Here... there was no one here at all!

A silence of shady breath hit my spine, and I couldn't help but sweat all over my body. Think back, if what I saw just now was not an hallucination, what would it be? Ghost?!

Is there a ghost on the stage?!

My mind was in a state of high tension, and a trace of fire slowly appeared behind the stage. I took a few steps back and squeezed out a finger gesture in my hands at the same time. Just as I was about to hit it, I immediately exhaled and slowly let go of my hands. It turned out to be a human...

A thin figure carried a kerosene lamp and walked to the stage with a stumbling stairs. With the candlelight, I saw clearly that the person coming was Old Man Liu. Old Man Liu didn't see me clearly. He lifted the oil lamp and looked around. Finally, he fucked the old and hoarse voice and asked, "Who is that?"

As soon as I heard the sound, I must be Old Man Liu again, so I immediately panted and walked up and said, "Grandpa Liu, it's my seventh day of the lunar month."

Old Man Liu put the oil lamp on my face and looked at it for a long time before sighing, saying, "It's you, when is it now, why haven't you been sleeping yet? What are you doing here?"

I...what should I say? I can't say that I heard someone sing an opera here and then I watched the opera. The lights were obviously turned off here. If I say these old men Liu, I have to believe it. After scratching my ears and cheeks, I lied that I came to find Bu Yique and asked, "Grandpa Liu, have you seen him? This guy ran around after cutting his feet, alas!"

Old Man Liu thought quietly, then shook his head and said, "I didn't see it. I was woken up by your screams. Tell me, what did you see just now? Or did you hear something?"

I frowned slightly. Could it be that Old Man Liu also heard it? He immediately stopped hiding it and said directly: "Well, I was really here to find Bu Yique. I thought he was coming to see the show, and I heard someone singing the show here at Ma Wulang's house, so I found it. I saw it just now..."

Before he finished speaking, Old Man Liu suddenly waved his hand to stop him and said, "Don't say it for now, come with me."

I didn't understand why, so I hurried to the stage and followed Old Man Liu to the back hall. Old Man Liu said nothing, but kept sighing and walked into the back hall full of costumes and dressing tables. I was shocked to find that there were seven or eight people here waiting there in neatly dressed, but their eyes were very dark and their faces were very haggard.

The people here looked at me in unison, and then looked at Old Man Liu with confusion. Old Man Liu didn't say anything anymore. After walking straight to everyone, I didn't know what to say, so I had to smile and say hello to everyone with awkward smile. However, the people here didn't seem friendly, and no one responded to me, which made me embarrassedly lower my head and chase after Old Man Liu.

Stopped in front of an open space, I looked up and saw that there was a statue of god here. The statues worshipped in the opera industry were said by my master. The opera singers in the south all worshipped Master Huaguang. Master Huaguang was the Red Emperor in the south and was in charge of fire. Generally, the opera studios in the south are built with bamboo and wood, which are easy to cause fire, so they worship Huaguang to pray for blessings and avoid disasters. The so-called Laolang God is the so-called Laolang God, with white faces and no need to wear a king's hat and yellow robe. There have been many sayings since ancient times. The earliest evidence-based one is to respect Laolang God as the founder of Qingyuan, which is Erlang God, and the God of Opera. There are also places to respect Emperor Ming of Tang, Zhuangzong of the Later Tang Dynasty, the Later Tang Dynasty, the Later Tang Dynasty, Yisu Xingjun, etc.

Old Man Liu silently picked up the three pillars of incense and lit them, bowed to Lao Lang Shen, and inserted it into the incense burner. Then, Old Man Liu knelt down in front of the table. I saw in surprise that Old Man Liu cried and choked and said, "If there is any evil consequence, let me bear it. Don't let them torture the children anymore. Please beg Lao Lang Shen to be merciful, wuwu~~~"

I immediately stood up, nor did I sit down. Old Man Liu said this and I couldn't understand a single word. He stood awkwardly. I couldn't help but look at the statue of Lao Lang. This made me happy. As far as I know, every statue is protected by a god. In other words, I can see the divine light on their statues with my eyes open, but this statue is obviously... not!

The incense is clear and clear, and it is not accepted by Lao Langshen at all, because Lao Langshen is not here at all, but even if there is incense, even if the statue is not consecrated, there should be spiritual energy gathering around it. So why is this?

I hurriedly bent over and helped Old Man Liu up, and comforted him: "Grandpa Liu, don't be sad first. Let's talk about anything. Besides, this statue of god has not been consecrated. What you worship is just a mud statue. Even if it works, it won't work. Get up."

Old Man Liu looked at me in surprise and immediately said in confusion: "No, right? This statue of god was opened three months ago, how could it be..."

As he said that, Old Man Liu slowly stood up, and at this time, the crew of the opera troupe surrounded him and asked in unison: "You can see that this statue of god has not been consecrated, then you must be a great man with magic power?"

"Mr.?!"

"So it's Mr. Big, Mr. Big, please help us!"

“…”

Everyone complained to me in a verbal manner, but I couldn't understand what they were saying. Even though Old Man Liu's face darkened, he raised his hand and waved it, signaled everyone to stop, and then asked a young man to sit down respectfully, and ordered a young man to pour tea. After sitting down, Old Man Liu sighed deeply, and then smiled bitterly: "You just saw them. I originally wanted you to give Old Langshen a stick of incense to keep your peace, but you are really a great gentleman with real skills. Now, maybe it's our luck. You must take care of our affairs..."

While speaking, the man came to me with a cup of tea and put it down. I smiled and nodded back. It felt really good to be respected, but I am not a master with real skills. Master is. I just happened to open my eyes and could see something. But Old Man Liu was sincere. I was deeply touched by him and everyone's sad expression. I thought that even if I asked for help from my master, I might as well help me understand the situation first. I immediately nodded and said, "Grandpa Liu, are you just mentioned 'them', but the two dirty things I just saw? And, your face... Have you not had a good sleep for a long time?"

Before Old Man Liu could speak, a voice immediately said excitedly: "Mr., we have not just not sleep well. We have not slept at all in the past few months. We only dare to take a shift during the day. Alas!"
Chapter completed!