Ghost Jigsaw: Send me a ghost every day

The eight maids didn't know when they disappeared, and Bai Ye didn't care, he just felt his throat ready to move, and a sad and melodious melody mixed with men and women resounded throughout the theater.

As the opera voice slowly fell, I don't know how long it has passed, and I don't know how long I have been singing, Bai Ye only felt that her throat was a little sore and hoarse.In a trance, the woman in Tsing Yi disappeared, only a portrait of an actor in Tsing Yi hung on the wall.

I just feel that the ghost opera accent seems to be giving birth to some powerful power, but there is always a trace of integrity.

Bai Ye looked around, the frozen theater, and the audience ice sculptures running around.

"What else is missing? Where is the Ghost Commander's Token of Jugui Pavilion?"

Bai Ye muttered to himself, always feeling that something was missing.

Something seemed to flash through my mind, the ghost opera accent corresponds to an opera, then the actor and the audience have not disappeared, where does the power to keep them lingering come from.

"Or did I not find it?"

When Bai Ye thought of this, he immediately caused the ghost to stare, leaving two traces of blood at the corners of his eyes, and directly facing the ghost stage under his feet was a ghost power.

"puff!"

The stage was broken into pieces, and two big holes were pierced through. The surroundings were quiet and unchanged.

"Isn't it from the stage?"

A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in my mind, and I remembered a post on the forum that if fire was used in the Tianyin Ghost Theater, it would cause the ghosts to go berserk.

But the audience in the audience doesn't have much lethality now, only the woman in Tsing Yi's opera has an infectious power, which can make people feel in the perspective of the audience in the audience.

Lost in watching the play, I thought that the few people in modern clothes with expressionless faces in the audience, if they hadn't misunderstood that they were all ghost slayers, they might have been tricked here.

Bai Ye looked at the abilities on his body, and found that none of them could spark a flame.

This can't help but give Bai Ye some headaches.

Suddenly Bai Ye's eyes lit up, no fire, does the incense count! !

Bai Ye remembered the ghost that was exchanged in the ghost bureau for the first mission before: ghost incense.

It has been inserted on the stone tablet of the ghost, which can only add a touch of sandalwood fragrance and a touch of mist to the ghost.

As soon as he thought of it, a gap opened in the space beside Bai Ye, and a desolate cemetery emerged. There was a faint mist in the air, and a few colorful notes floated by from time to time.

In the middle of the cemetery are seven barren graves neatly arranged, and the first four are filled with ghostly energy to the extreme, as if a great evil will crawl out at any time.

There are two graves next to each other piled up like hills of money.

There is also an ice crown placed on it, and a frozen dead ghost with a dry face and a desperate face is lying in it.

The tomb of the ghost theater is at the end, and there is no trace of ghosts. From the beginning of this ghost theater, Fangfo has been gestating some power.

With a thought in Bai Ye's mind, the three sticks of incense on the stele appeared in his hand, and he looked at the sparks on the top of the incense stick on the ghost incense, and Bai Ye was very satisfied.

"I hope this spark can also be useful."

As he spoke, he brought the residual incense in his hand close to the curtain on the stage. Small holes were gradually scalded on the cloth curtain, and a faint mist slowly filled the ghost theater. There was a faint scent of sandalwood in the mist. .

"Crack! Kick!"

Just when Bai Ye thought it was useless, the sound of cracking ice in the auditorium interrupted Bai Ye's thoughts.

I saw the people in the auditorium who had been frozen into ice sculptures due to running around slowly twisting their necks one by one, looking at Bai Ye with straight eyes.

"It's obviously a puppet without power, where does the power to break free from the ice come from?"

Looking at the onlookers who suddenly became extremely powerful in front of him, watching the ice cubes on their bodies shatter one by one, and twisting their stiff bodies little by little, Bai Ye was a little puzzled.

Seeing the audience break free from the ice sculpture, they rushed towards Bai Ye.

Bai Ye held his palms empty, and the snowflakes falling from the sky condensed into ice edges in his palms, shooting towards the oncoming audience.

When the ice edge touched the oncoming audience, it turned into thicker layers of ice again, freezing them in place.

Bai Yexu squeezed the palm of his hand violently, and this time the ice in front of him exploded violently, and in an instant, it turned into powder and fell to the ground with the wind.

Chapter 30 Runaway Ghost Theater!Revived Ice Sculpture

Suddenly, Bai Ye's eyes froze, the powder on the ground gradually condensed together, and the few shattered spectators reappeared in front of his eyes.

But this time, Bai Ye finally sensed a ghostly fluctuation in the whole theater.

The fluctuation of ghost energy comes from a stand on the second floor. I don’t know why this stand is different from the one on the side. The position of the window is sealed with a thick layer of wood, which is similar in color to the wooden partition board on the side. Been ignoring here.

With a slight wave flowing out from the second floor, the entire Tianyin Theater seemed to be ignited by a dynamite barrel. A huge ghostly aura erupted from the second floor, and the ice covering the theater was completely covered. It fell off, and it didn't take long to reveal the original appearance inside.

The stage under his feet was scorched yellow, and the beams on the side and the fallen chairs had burn marks.

There was a smell of burnt wood in the air.

The audience who was about to rush in front of them became scorched black, and their bodies gradually became thinner, as if they had been roasted in the fire.

Bai Ye condensed a wall of ice all around, blocking the charred corpses that a group of spectators turned into from the outside, and the belt around his waist instantly turned into a hemp rope, passing through the ice wall and wrapping around the neck of a scorched corpse that was constantly beating the ice wall.

A huge force erupted from the rope, dragging the charred corpse into the air. After ten breaths, the hemp rope was loosened, and the charred corpse's neck tilted and fell to the ground.

Bai Ye's eyes were fixed, and he saw a wave of ghost energy swaying over the charred corpse, and he stood up again staggeringly, waving his arms with huge strength, and every time he hit the ice wall, a large piece of it shattered. With continuous input, the cracks are filled as soon as they are created, which can be regarded as gaining a little time.

I saw the ice wall in front of Bai Ye extending outwards, turning into thick and thick ice cages, isolating the charred corpse inside.

Stepping on the air, a series of steps connecting and exuding cold air condensed under the feet, walked towards the second floor, and found it on the second floor.

There are more scorched corpses lying on the ground on the second floor than on the first floor, at least a hundred of them, shaking their bodies one by one, and the heads of all the scorched corpses are facing the direction of Bai Ye.

Before the charred corpse had fully recovered, Bai Ye urged the ghost's heart to beat violently.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

Bai Ye's figure spread more than 20 meters with the sound of the heart beating, and with each heart beat, he teleported quickly among the charred corpses. Within a few seconds, Bai Ye was already standing at the gate of the closed stand on the second floor, the gate of the stand The gate that was supposed to be there was also battened down.

Bai Ye thought that since the charred corpse was just a puppet with ghostly aura, and could recover after being killed, then he should face the root cause and solve the problem from the source.

In an instant, ghost power spread all over the body, and the white translucent ghost skin was instantly filled with dark purple ghost blood. Thick purple tendons burst out from the muscles in his hands, and he slammed his fist at the sealed wooden door, hitting him directly. a pair to wear,

He casually pulled down the hole in the wooden door, pulled out a space that could pass through, and plunged in.

What caught my eye was a tidy room. There were several sets of costumes of different styles hanging in the corner of the room, and they were well preserved. It can be seen that the owner of the costumes cherishes them very much.

There is a small wooden table by the window sealed by wooden strips, and there are scattered scripts on the side of the wooden table. There are traces of repeated smearing and modification on the scripts. Judging from Juanxiu's notes, the owner of the scripts must be A comely woman.

In the middle of the script was a piece of white paper with pale yellow tear stains on it.It says:

Tianyin must write.

Best friend Lin Qianjue personally entrusted.

By the time you read this letter, I'll probably have committed suicide, in my favorite room ever, with a sweeping view of the theater.

Qianjue, when your father adopted you, we got to know each other because of opera, we learned opera together, and became famous actors together.

Back then, we determined together to let the sign of Tianyin Theater resound throughout Jiangbei, so that everyone can feel the joys and sorrows from our plays.

We succeeded, but it was a pity that we were born at an untimely time.

In the midst of troubled times, the generals of the Sakura Kingdom invited me to a banquet. They threatened the life and death of the theater, so I went.

The general devil's intention is not to drink, the moment I lose consciousness, I know my end.

When I woke up, my body was covered with scars, and I knew that I would never sing again.

I no longer deserve the costume I used to have.

When I come back here, I just want to take a look at the stage where I was the most shining and proudest.

I want to listen to your opera again after leaving!

Looking at the last letter in his hand, a woman named Tianyin seemed to appear in front of Bai Ye. After being tortured by devils in order to save the theater, she returned to the theater and lay down on the desk, writing this farewell letter full of despair.

It's a pity that the theater was destroyed by devils in the end. It is estimated that her best friend was the woman who resonated with her before, and died along with the theater.

Bai Ye had just finished reading it, and the letter in his hand spontaneously ignited without any wind, and the entire room exuded extreme resentment.

A shrill voice echoed around the room, the sound penetrated to the bone marrow, as if a small sharp knife was scraping the bone.

Bai Ye covered her ears, only feeling a splitting headache but couldn't block the sound from entering her ears.

Bai Ye, who couldn't stand it, directly launched his own ghost, but found that the sound seemed to be coming directly from the ear, nowhere to be found, and it was not weakened.

At this moment, I only felt that my throat suddenly became cold, and the ghost opera accent started to move on its own. When the thick lines of drama spread all over my face, my voice seemed to be much quieter. Bai Ye remembered that he had seen some altered scripts on the table before.

He couldn't help babbling along with the script in his mind, and what came out of his mouth was the voice of the opera girl in Tsing Yi from before.

The two voices are intertwined, and a wonderful change seems to have taken place.

The surrounding environment gradually became distorted, and Bai Ye felt that with the interweaving of the two forces, the power of the ghost opera tune was gradually becoming stronger, and the transformation of the ghost opera tune seemed to have reached a bottleneck.

I don't know how long it has passed, but I feel that the two different opera styles are slowly merging, gradually becoming one, and the surrounding environment is slowly turning into a phantom. It gets more complicated when it comes to the neck.

With the passage of time, Bai Ye only felt a emptiness in his mind, and the ghost opera singing gradually contained the power of charm, and he seemed to see two delicate women in costumes in a trance.

When Bai Ye woke up, he found himself under the stage in the hall, next to the portrait of the actor in Tsing Yi, but this time the smeared figure on the side also appeared beside the woman in Tsing Yi.

It was a heroic woman in a white robe, and the ice slag left on the surrounding ground and eaves told Bai Ye that this was not an illusion.

Touching his throat, he felt the sublimation of the ghost opera accent, Bai Ye smiled, if it weren't for the ghost opera accent that could resonate, this task would be really difficult this time,

Feeling that the entire theater had lost a trace of ghostly aura, he probed the surroundings, and suddenly his eyes flashed.

Bai Ye walked into the backstage of the theater with a faint smile, and saw a hexagonal tower-shaped token on the backstage table with the word handsome engraved on it.On the back there are three big characters Juguige, the whole body is made of an unknown bronze material, it is extremely warm in the hand, and there is a faint warmth.

Bai Ye picked up the token, played with it for a while, then threw it into his pocket, and walked towards the gate of the theater with his hands in his pockets.

Chapter 31: Divine Algorithm Alignment Strategies!organizational benefits

Walking to the entrance of the theater, Bai Ye was about to pick up his mobile phone to call the driver.

Seeing a cool supercar speeding up from a distance, and a drifting tail drifting in front of Bai Ye, Bai Ye silently took back his phone, already guessing in his mind.

Sure enough, before the car door was opened, a bold and loud voice came from inside

"Haha, brother, I didn't expect that I would come to pick you up."

Seeing Baohu's strong and bear-like figure step down from the sports car, he came over with open arms and gave Bai Ye a bear hug enthusiastically.

"So? When I got this token, did you already know?"

"Wrong, wrong, it should be that after you left, the old man suddenly appeared and asked me to pick you up at this point, and said that another impermanence envoy, Qi Tiance, said."

What puzzled Bai Ye was that when Baohu said the name, there was still a deep awe in his eyes, and he couldn't help asking.

"Impermanence Qi Tiance? How did he know to ask you to pick me up at this point?"

"It counts."

"Calculate?"

"Yeah." Burst Tiger nodded and said.

"Brother Qingshan, you just came, and there are still many things that our organization is good at."

"Then tell me?" Bai Ye became interested.

"Just because the chief and deputy pavilion masters are in charge, and the existence of the two Yan Luos, our organization is not comparable to those kittens and puppies. Not any organization can come up with a lineup of two Yan Luos, three great impermanences, and eleven ghost commanders. "

"Oh, no, no, it's the twelve handsome ghosts now."

"That old man and Qi Tiance have another impermanence, tell me about it." Bai Ye couldn't help asking, seeing that Baohu was talking about it excitedly.

"Okay, brother, let me tell you slowly, get in the car first."

"Your outfit is not good, you are a ghostly handsome person after all, and you don't know how to enjoy yourself in such ordinary clothes. Brother, I will take you to change."

In the middle of Baohu's speech, he excitedly pulled Bai Ye to change his outfit.

Bai Ye nodded with a wry smile, and was dragged into the car.

The roar of the sports car starts, a pushing force that is difficult for ordinary people to control suddenly comes with the accelerator, and the rhythmic volume is the dream of many men.

"Brother Qingshan, what about my car? At that time, the modification was enough to buy three of this car." Explosive Tiger showed off his car to Bai Ye.

"You just mentioned the three major impermanences of the organization, what about the rest." Bai Ye could only helplessly remind, and put the topic back on track.

"Almost forgot, look at my brain."

"If you want to talk about the three impermanences of the Ghost Gathering Pavilion, the first is the blood demon Situ Yi. You will know this when you see it in the future, but remember not to get too close, although the blood demon is away all the year round and doesn't know what he is busy with."

"The second is the divine fortune-telling strategy. He has the ability to measure the number of days, and his ancestors are fortune-tellers. They claim to be able to calculate the inexhaustible strategies. He is also the most feared by some hostile forces outside. After all, in this day and age, if Yama does not take action, Impermanence will be called the king of Hades. "