Live fortune telling: too accurate a fortune teller becomes a public enemy in the mysterious world

Chapter 178

"Anchor, our people are all here, what should we do now?"

While everyone was talking, the sound of #古音之声 came from the video. Zhong Li turned to look at the video frame in the lower left corner, and saw that at some point, GuYunZhiSheng had put his mobile phone next to the mirror in front of the stage.

Except for Yingying who was still singing alone on the stage, everyone else came on stage one after another.

#古音之声 changed into the appearance of an old student and stood in front of the video: "Anchor, we are all ready. Do you think we can start?"

Zhong Li glanced at the figure behind Yingying, nodded and said: "Everyone, start when you are ready, but remember, once the gongs and drums sound, you can't stop!"

Gu Yunzhi took a deep breath and nodded to everyone on the stage. Everyone knew the importance and sat back down in their respective seats.

The musician raised the drumstick and shook it twice: "Dong...dong...dong clang clang clang clang..."

The erhu sounded and the opera began to sing on the stage: "Son! Now the smoke is everywhere, the mountains and rivers are broken, and the people are displaced. My son does not have to worry about being a mother. He should lead the army to fight and go straight to the battlefield to conquer the mountains and rivers. My son, you must keep it in your heart and serve the country with loyalty."

As the opera reached its climax, everyone on the stage felt a chill.

Zhong Li pasted the talisman in his hand on the computer. The talisman gave off a faint purple halo. Through the mirror, everyone looked at the audience.

In the originally empty auditorium, a group of ancient soldiers in armor slowly appeared. Some of them were headless, some were missing arms and legs, but they all stood tall and straight in front of the stage, listening to the opera attentively.

On the stage, the figure behind Yingying slowly stopped, slowly shaking her head and counting the beats to the opera of serving the country with loyalty.

"I asked Pengju to stand in the thatched cottage and listen to my mother's words, with tears in her eyes and tears of sadness. She stabbed her back with each stroke, stabbing my mother's heart on my son's back. My son endured the pain and said it was harmless, and stained his clothes with blood and ink, just to stab the four-character heart. Wow, loyal and devoted to the Chinese language..."

"Okay..." The opera reached its climax. There were countless Yin soldiers, densely packed into the room. The actors and musicians on the stage were shivering all over, and they gritted their teeth and insisted on finishing the opera.

Zhong Li looked at these border warriors who still had unfinished thoughts, and said: "The Qin Dynasty was full moon and the Han Dynasty passed, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned. But the flying generals of Longcheng are here, and they will not teach Hu Ma to cross the Yin Mountains. The horses are newly riding on white jade saddles, fighting The moonlight is cold on the battlefield. The sound of iron drums on the city wall is still ringing, and the blood of the golden sword in the box is still wet."

"Respect all the martyrs!" Zhong Li stood up, and at some point, he held a white candle engraved with inscriptions in his hands and lit it.

The voice of Gu Yun rushed to the backstage and pulled out a large bundle of yellow paper and lit it together.

After the yellow paper was lit, the smoke from the kitchen went straight towards the Yin Ling.

The Yin spirit was surrounded by smoke, and seemed to be more alive, and its eyes were no longer dull.

Zhong Li stood up and said: "My lords, you risked your lives to guard the border and prevent foreigners from easily breaking into the country. Now that our country is so big, we have never forgotten your loyalty and kindness."

"I would like to open the door to the afterlife for you, I hope that you will be born in a peaceful and prosperous world, and invite all the ancestors to enter the path to the afterlife."

After she finished speaking, she poured her spiritual power into the white candle engraved with Hades. The flame passed through the mirror and slowly revealed a pillar of light above the heroic spirit.

The light pillar gradually becomes larger and can accommodate one person walking inside.

Zhong Li pointed at Guang Dao: "This road leads to the Palace of Life. If you enter this road, you can be reborn in a prosperous age. Please go on the road!"

Just when everyone thought they would fight to get to the afterlife, everyone discovered that Yin Lingren was standing there with no one coming forward.

A moment later, the headless Yinling standing in the front row said: "As long as the flying generals of Dragon City are here, we will not teach Huma to cross the Yin Mountain! Our mission in life is to guard this land and prevent alien invasion. For What’s the point of fearing if you throw your life and blood to save the country?”

"We should live as heroes, and die as ghosts! Although our bodies are no longer alive, the soul of protecting the country will never be extinguished. Even in a peaceful and prosperous age, we will never leave, guarding the ancient city and protecting our mountains and rivers!"

"Never leave forever, protect my mountains and rivers!"

"Never leave forever, protect my mountains and rivers!"

The Yin spirits shouted loudly in unison and slowly disappeared from the scene. No one passed away.

Unexpected, yet reasonable!

The Yin spirits left one after another, and the troupe members who were kneeling all over the stage were still kneeling aside to see them off.

"Qiang Qiang... Qiang Qiang Qiang Qiang..."

"this....."

Zhong Li: "Don't be afraid, it's the theater troupe who was originally trying to inspire the army to preach to you. Just go sit down and watch carefully!"

Gu Yunzhi led Yingying, who had just regained consciousness, off the stage. As soon as everyone sat down, the lights on the stage dimmed, leaving only a weak light that slowly turned on.

There were faintly seen people on the stage with their feet touching the ground and dancing.

There was an inexplicable mist on the stage, the musical instruments sounded automatically when no one was around, and the strings of the erhu were pulled back and forth in the air.

"This letter came by chance. God helped Huang Zhong succeed in his work. He stood at the gate of the camp and the three armies shouted, and the young and old men listened to the root shoots. The head drum was used to make war rice. The second drum was used to tighten the shirt. The third drum was used to unsheath the sword. Four Play the drum and hand over the troops. Everyone who goes forward has a reward, but when you retreat, you will inevitably get a knife. The three armies and I will return to the camp..."

"This... this is Dingjun Mountain in our Peking Opera. What they are singing is Dingjun Mountain! Our ancestors are sincere. When the gongs and drums sound, people from all directions come to listen. One direction is, three directions are ghosts, and four directions are God! Even our ancestors are listening to the inheritance of our descendants!"

The troupe leader is a handsome uncle in his sixties who has loved Peking Opera all his life. In order to found this troupe, he never got married and took care of all the younger people in the troupe as his own children.

He has wanted to make these juniors famous all his life, but with limited funds and no guidance from masters, he can only accumulate experience in actual combat. Today, with the guidance of the Yin spirits of our ancestors, future generations will only benefit endlessly.

There was silence, and the instruments carefully returned to their original positions.

The class leader led everyone to bow to the stage again. After a while, the mist began to dissipate. The lights came on, and there was nothing else on the stage except the mobile phone connected to Zhong Li.

Gu Yunzhi's voice touched Yingying's body and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with her. Then she ran onto the stage excitedly and shouted to Zhong Li: "Anchor, anchor, Yingying is in good spirits, she is really well! Haha... Thank you, thank you!”

Zhong Li saw that she kept bowing and thanking her, and raised her hand slightly: "Actually, you don't need to thank me. This friend of yours just attracted the attention of the seniors in your industry, and spent his Yin spirit cultivation to teach her opera singing and martial arts. They just I don’t mean to harm her! You will be able to see the transformation of her skills in a while.”

#古音之声 said excitedly: "But we still have to thank the host, otherwise Yingying would not wake up so quickly, and we would not know that our ancestors and those heroes have been watching our performances."

"In future performances, even if there is no one, we must show our greatest enthusiasm and complete the performance seriously."

"Okay, I understand what you mean. I wish you will go further and further on the road of inheritance!" Zhong Li smiled slightly and hung up the video. She was not good at handling such enthusiastic thanks.

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