Only the writings of the heavens will counterattack

Chapter 1

People are inherently mortal, or they die, or there are all kinds of strange things.

Some people were drowned in the cesspit, some fell to their beards and died, some were suffocated to death by urine... Jiang Fan was a little different, he looked handsome in the mirror.

This stemmed from his curiosity. Since childhood, Jiang Fan was forbidden to look in the mirror, so that the first thing Jiang Fan did when he became an adult was to buy a mirror with money.

"I hope there will be no tragedy in my life, only the word handsome runs through it all."

Looking at the mirror covered with a cloth, Jiang Fan silently made a wish, and then, slowly, slowly, gently, as if touching a work of art, Jiang Fan lifted the red cloth in an uproar.

Gah!
The pure white mirror appeared in front of Jiang Fan, and he was in a trance for a moment. Jiang Fan saw a face he had never seen before in the mirror. He glanced at it and let out a strange cry, and then his whole body convulsed like a convulsion. .

Jiang Fan's breathing became weaker and weaker, and the memory of 18 years appeared in his mind like a movie scene, and three pictures were extremely clear.

The first picture: Kindergarten-level Jiang Fan was walking on the crowded street with a backpack on his back. It was a sunny morning. If there were no flat tires, no birds to greet him, and no flowers to bloom, he would not be late. Okay. The young female teacher was kind, she just took off his pants and patted his butt three times, which was extremely gentle but also made him have a long memory, which will never be forgotten.

The second picture: the junior high school show Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. Jiang Fan was honored to be selected as Snow White. It was the first time he wore a white gauze princess dress. The feeling was indescribable and amazing.In the eyes of everyone, Jiang Fan was surrounded by all the boys in the school. He lost a lot that night and bid farewell to the stage.

The third picture: Jiang Fan, who was sought after by too many girls in high school, was so annoyed that he tied his forehead with a scarf and wrote three red letters "I'm not handsome" on it. As a result, he was surrounded by a group of people that night, pointing at him. Jiang Fan refused to admit that he was handsome, so the group of people beat Jiang Fan angrily and called him hypocritical.

The three pictures were intertwined in Guo Fan's mind, from blurry to clear, with a tendency to merge with each other, and finally overlapped together, faintly outlining an extremely large regular script: "Handsome!"

……

"I'm not dead?"

The noise next to his ears awakened Jiang Fan, and Jiang Fan suddenly opened his eyes. What he saw was a group of people in strange costumes dancing strange movements. After looking closely, Jiang Fan realized that these people seemed to be performing.

"This is definitely not hell."

With just one glance, Jiang Fan concluded that this place is not the legendary hell, with bright lights, a wide space, and the red cloth of "Xintian Yunchao Theater" hanging on the stage.

"But where is this place?"

Jiang Fan restrained his mind. It is a good thing that he is not dead. His age is a grass. Jiang Fan, who has been exposed to various things on the Internet, has a strong ability to accept, and he began to look around from the corner of his eye.

The venue of the theater is extraordinarily large, but to Jiang Fan's surprise, apart from a few actors on the stage sweating recklessly, Jiang Fan hardly saw a single person in the empty theater.

Very strange.

"Is there a sugar cane? The preparations are quite complete."

Inadvertently, Jiang Fan saw the sugarcane in his hand, which had a few tooth marks on it, which should have been bitten by himself.

There was a performance, there was sugar cane, and there was only one person watching the performance. For a while, Jiang Fan picked up the sugar cane in his hand and started to chew, enjoying the wonderful fight on stage while chewing.

Hu Hu Hu.

At this moment, Jiang Fan's body trembled suddenly, the surrounding temperature dropped suddenly, and several gusts of cold air blew on Jiang Fan's neck, like slender hair, trying to get into Jiang Fan's clothes.

Jiang Fan shook his body and tightened his clothes. At this time, the big-hearted Jiang Fan didn't see the actors on the stage winking at him.

"No, I can't watch it anymore. The most urgent thing is to find out where I am now?"

Jiang Fan shook his head and began to look around in a daze, but besides the people on the stage, Jiang Fan didn't find anyone else there. In desperation, Jiang Fan decided to wait until their performance was over before asking where it was.

After thinking this way, the sense of panic in Jiang Fan's heart gradually dissipated, and his attention was once again focused on the program on the stage.

far away.

Uncle Jiu and Qiusheng lifted the white cloth, and both of them saw the literary talent standing in the middle of the auditorium watching the play with great interest. Seeing this, Qiu Sheng, who didn't believe that this play was for ghosts, couldn't help complaining:
"Master, you are lying. There is not even a ghost here. How serious are you when you read the text!"

Uncle Jiu cast a sideways glance at Qiu Sheng, took out four willow leaves from his treasure bag, handed two of them to Qiu Sheng, and said helplessly, "You didn't even open your eyes, what a ghost."

As he spoke, he put the willow leaves on his eyebrows in front of Qiusheng. Seeing this, Qiusheng followed suit. After doing this, Qiusheng plunged his head deep into the theater again.

"Oh my god."

Seeing this, Qiu Sheng was so frightened that his soul would fly off.

In the blink of an eye, dense crowds of people appeared in the originally empty theater. These people were clustered together, staring at the stage with rapt attention. These people had pale faces and different expressions, and some of them were covered with blood, but there was no exception. In Qiusheng's eyes, they are not human.

"Master, can you not look at it?"

Qiu Sheng's eyes hurt from looking at it. It was the first time he saw so many ghosts, even though Uncle Jiu was standing beside him, he was still a little timid.

"It's so beautiful, why don't you watch it?" Uncle Jiu rejected Qiu Sheng's request, looked around, thinking about how to bring Wencai out of the ghost crowd.

Watching dramas you shouldn't watch will damage your life.

These are actually not very important, the most important thing is that Wencai didn't bring any money to watch the show!

Free prostitution is not only forbidden in the yang world, but it is also very taboo in the underworld, especially for such a big event as the ghost festival. , It is normal to suffer a little bit of flesh and blood.

"Master, what are those four ghosts doing?"

Qiu Sheng inadvertently saw the four serious and meticulous guys behind the group of ghosts. They didn't seem to be here for the show, but for the ghosts.

Uncle Jiu glanced at him and said, "The errand is in charge of taking care of these wandering souls without owners, and will take them down after watching the show."

Maybe even Wencai will follow in the end.

Uncle Jiu thought to himself, looking at Qiu Sheng beside him, his eyes rolled, and he seemed to be paying attention.

"Master, look, that woman is sticking her tongue out at Wen Cai."

Suddenly, Qiu Sheng pointed at a woman in front of her. When this woman saw Wen Cai, she seemed to see something, with an excited expression on her face, which made Qiu Sheng stare blankly, like a sow looking at a boar. expression.

"That's the boss."

Uncle Jiu explained helplessly. As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Sheng asked crisply, "What is a boss?"

"I just want to hang him."

　It is impossible for the plots to be exactly the same. I like to mix and connect, and I will also mix some plots, but the general trend will not change too much. This is also the charm of Uncle Nine's movies.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)