Between seas

The paper figurine had a smile on its face, with a bright red mouth grinning, and its eyes were wide open looking at the rich man.Dandy was taken aback, screamed in horror, and ran away like hell.

Not only him, but the entire theater troupe and the audience who sat down were scared out of their wits, and they rushed out without caring about packing their things.

Bao Chunyan also covered her eyes, and kept hiding behind Shen Boru and Jiang Yizhou.

Jiang Yizhou picked up her collar and said with a smile: "little girl, you are so bold when you speak ill of me, but you are timid when you encounter this situation? You can't do this, you are a god anyway, in case you do something wrong again What's the situation, scaring you into unconsciousness, wouldn't it be a loss of face for our gods?"

After Bao Chunyan heard this, she slowly put down her hands, and timidly stood up from behind the two of them.

Jiang Yizhou's eyes fell on Shen Boru again: "Shen Qiu, did you hide something from me? You didn't notice the epidemic last time, or the paper figurine this time, did you?"

Shen Boru tightened his right sleeve. After all, he has been a close friend for many years. He had expected Jiang Yizhou to find out that he was abnormal, but now is not a good time to explain.He took a deep breath and said, "I'll tell you when the matter in Ye City is over."

"it is good."

Jiang Yizhou walked to the paper figurine and bent down to see its condition.He noticed that the big red cloth covering the bottom of the stage was trembling, and there seemed to be someone hiding inside.

He casually lifted the apron, only to see the head of the theater troupe hiding under the stage, squatting and huddled into a ball.The class leader was playing drums on the stage just now, and he was still holding a drum hammer tightly in each hand, with prominent veins.He held his head in his arms, closed his eyes tightly, and muttered in his mouth: "Bless the gods, demons and ghosts retreat...Bless the gods..."

Jiang Yizhou felt bad, stretched out his hand abruptly, slapped the leader on the back hard, and shouted in a rough voice: "Hey, the ghost is here!"

The head teacher was so frightened that his face turned pale, his legs went limp, and he fell to the ground with a "Oh my god".Shen Boru bent down to support the class leader, smiled apologetically, and explained: "I'm sorry, we're not ghosts. We just have something to ask."

The class leader was relieved when he saw who was coming.He wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead, calmed down a bit, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Shen Boru said: "It's not convenient to talk like this, can you come out from under the stage?"

As soon as the class leader moved, he caught a glimpse of the big paper man lying on the ground out of the corner of his eye. He suddenly shuddered, squatted back, and shook his head for a while: "You can ask, it's good to talk like this. Don't talk like that." Look at me, I... I'm not afraid."

Shen Boru: "..."

Jiang Yizhou sneered: "Hey, I heard that your play was re-edited by everyone. Then let me ask you, who did you re-edit this play?"

In the play, the details of the relationship between Miss Yan and Rouge Knife are removed.It also mentioned that the Rouge Knife came from the ancient country of Jingchuan, and it is impossible for ordinary people to know such details.For this alone, the identity of the person who rewrote the script is very doubtful.

The class leader lowered his head, as if avoiding Jiang Yizhou's gaze, and said without confidence: "Zaozhuang Xiaoxiaosheng."

Shen Boru frowned, and asked, "Xiaoxiaosheng, Zaozhuang?" He had been staying in the South China Sea for a long time, and he didn't understand why someone would give him such a name, and he just felt a little puzzled.

But the class leader was wrong, thinking that Shen Boru found out that he was lying.That "Zaozhuang Xiaoxiaosheng" is a well-known master in the literary world. The dramas and essays he wrote are all tear-jerking, and the venues are full of seats. He is known as a "living sign".

The class leader felt guilty, so he had to confess honestly, his voice became a little softer: "It was changed by 'Zhao Zhuang Xiaoxiaosheng'."

Jiang Yizhou: "..."

Bao Chunyan was surprised: "Zhaozhuang? Isn't that the Yizhuang in the south of the city?!"

"It's indeed Yizhuang." The class leader sighed and said, "I shouldn't have said this, but the paper figurine has happened right now, so it's nothing to say."

"The situation of our troupe has not been very good these years. It can be said that we have to lose money every time we sing, and we can't spend a lot of money to hire everyone to write the playbook. We have to use some heretical methods, such as burning incense in the middle of the night and asking immortals to write it. "

The "immortals" in the head of the class are not the gods who ride the clouds and fog in the heavens, but ghosts with some morals or ghosts who cannot be reincarnated.The folklore "pen fairy" and "dish fairy" mostly belong to this category.

As the saying goes, "It's easy to invite the gods, but it's hard to send the gods away." It refers to this kind of "ghosts and immortals".

Obviously, the class leader did not send away the invited "immortals".

The head teacher said: "At first I didn't want to change the song Rouge Dao at all, but the invited 'Xiao Xiaosheng' changed it for me. I read the script and found it novel, so I started singing."

Shen Boru: "How did you invite Xiaoxiaosheng? Did it say anything to you?"

The head teacher said: "He said he wanted to write a playbook. It told me that he hoped this play could be sung near the old house of Yan's family."

Jiang Yizhou asked: "It has spoken to you, can you tell if it is a man or a woman?"

"Female ghost, it's a female ghost!" The class leader replied without thinking, "I can't remember this wrong!"

Shen Boru thought for a while, then took out a lot of money from his pocket, and handed it to the class leader: "I have one thing to ask the class leader to help, and it's not difficult, that is, to borrow a few outfits, and to borrow two bold people."

He suspects that "Xiao Xiaosheng" is Miss Yan.According to the play, Miss Yan was killed unjustly, and after her death, she will turn into a grieving ghost and wander the world.

She harbored resentment, and inevitably wanted to tell more people about the cause of her death.And opera is suitable for all ages, and has a wide audience, so it can be promoted for her to the greatest extent.

The class leader was not in a hurry to collect the money, and showed hesitation on his face: "What are you going to do?"

Jiang Yizhou pretended to be profound and said: "We are immortal masters who slay demons and eliminate demons. Naturally, we are here to eliminate disasters and solve problems for you. Just look at it."

***

In the middle of the night, Shen Boru and the three of them brought the troupe leader and his wife, wearing old clothes, and drove a donkey cart full of singing costumes to the outside of Zhao Zhuang in Yecheng.

At the beginning, it was agreed to borrow two brave people, but it was the class leader and his wife who came.Jiang Yizhou wondered if the class leader had misunderstood the word "bold".

It was his wife, with a heroic look in her eyes.She used to play drums full-time on the stage, and she was nicknamed "Drum Lady".She has strength in her hands, and she looks a bit stronger than the head teacher.

The moonlight is clear, and the clouds in the sky are silvery white, like fish scales laid out in layers.

They parked the donkey cart outside Zhao Zhuang, the leader and Gu Niangzi stayed outside to watch things, Shen Boru and the three quietly entered Zhao Zhuang.

The light in Zhao Zhuang was dim, several ebony coffins were lined up in the lobby, and an unpleasant stench permeated the air.

Beside the coffin, there are many paper figurines.They include burly young men, curvaceous young girls, boys with flower baskets in their hands... There are various shapes and varieties.

These paper figurines all had heavy makeup on their faces, their bright red mouths raised exaggeratedly, and the inner and outer corners of their eyes were also greatly bent down, revealing a rather funny and weird smile.

Shen Boru took out a small incense burner and placed it in the southeast corner, and inserted three sticks of incense into it.The incense candle burned without fire, wisps of green smoke scattered in the air, and the faint fragrance rippled like ripples.

The gate of Zhaozhuang was tightly closed, but a gust of cold wind blew inside the room, like a cold needle, only piercing into the bones of a person.

Shen Boru was born as a god, visible in both worlds of yin and yang.He found that the shadows of many "people" gathered beside the small incense burner, with their mouths wide open, greedily sucking the ashes.

He acted as if he hadn't seen it, put his hands together, and said softly: "We are an opera troupe from other places. We have been in a bad situation for the past few years, so we can only wander around and sing operas. I came to Yecheng today, and I heard that the gods here are effective, and I want to ask for a new opera. Ben, I implore the gods to help, so that we can gather enough money along the way and return to our hometown in the south."

After saying this twice, a "beautiful paper figurine" beside him responded. The eyes of the "beautiful paper figurine" quickly moved back and forth twice, she moved her lips, revealing a bright red tip of her tongue, and said softly, "Bring the pen and paper."

Shen Boru hurriedly lowered his head, he fetched the pen and paper, handed the paper figurine with both hands, bent down and cupped his hands, lowered his eyes and said softly: "We want to sing, but we also need to know the name of the play first, please let me know?"

"Rouge Knife." The paper figurine licked the brush, saw that Shen Boru was still lowering his head, seemed to have something to say, and asked, "What else do you want?"

Shen Boru raised his head, his eyes were as calm as water, and he smiled, "Miss Yan?"

The writing hand of the paper figurine stopped, and the brush fell to the ground with a "click".

It stared at Shen Boru, the black pupils drawn in ink were also bloody, and there was a sharp whistling sound similar to metal rubbing against each other from its throat, stretched out a sharp claw, and grabbed Shen Boru's left chest, as if the next moment To take out his heart.

The long claws of the paper figurine firmly grasped Shen Boru's hand, but before she could do anything, the gentle-looking young man, like morning dew steaming in the sun, disappeared before her eyes in an instant.

He and his knife appeared behind her together.

At this moment, the paper figurines placed next to the coffin all came to life, with a sharp roar from their mouths, which made the doors and windows tremble.These paper figurines with different postures had cruel smiles on their faces. They were like hungry beasts out of their cages, and they rushed towards the three people in Zhao Zhuang one after another. The black resentment was like a frenzy in the sea.

A white light suddenly appeared on Jiang Yizhou's right hand, sweeping towards the surrounding paper figurines.

A group of paper figurines who were hit shattered, and the shreds of paper in the room rose like snow from Yanshan Mountain.

When the paper figurine saw that it was not good, it wanted to escape.At this time, Gu Niangzi kicked open the gate, she lifted a heavy jar with both hands, raised her eyebrows and shouted: "Don't run away, monster!" Wei Yi exerted force, splashing the paper figurine's head full of black dog blood.

The class leader followed behind Gu Niangzi, weakly said: "Don't run away, monsters!"

Gu Niangzi gave her husband a gouged look: "What's the use of you, you have no confidence in shouting slogans!"

The head teacher laughed quickly: "There is an immortal teacher here, save some face, save some face."

Shen Boru smiled at the two, and said apologetically, "Thank you, we have some things we want to ask this monster alone, I don't know..."

The class leader frowned, and before he could speak, Gu Niangzi slapped him and clasped her fists together: "We all understand the truth. It should be us thanking the immortal master for solving the trouble of resentful ghosts for my incompetent husband. Let's take our leave now. !"

After all, Gu Niangzi pulled the class leader, drove the donkey cart, and left Zhaozhuang.

The paper figurine lost its strength. It looked at a few people and asked, "I asked myself that I have never harmed anyone. Why did you come to seek my misfortune?"

"We want to ask Miss Yan about the whereabouts of a person." Shen Boru paused for a moment, then said with a smile, "It should be the whereabouts of a knife."

Bao Chunyan, the paper reader, calmed down, blinked, and asked, "Miss Yan, do you know where the Rouge Knife is? We are looking for him, and he caused a lot of trouble."

When the paper figurine heard the word "Rouge Knife", he lowered his head and said wistfully, "I don't know, I'm looking for him too."

Shen Boru asked: "Judging from the girl's tone, it seems that you have been looking for the rouge knife for a long time?"

The paper figurine seemed to be touched, and he didn't deny it, and his tone was much more gentle: "I've been looking for him since I died. When I died, I was resentful and made the wrong wish."

Shen Boru asked, "What wish did you make?"

The paper figurine replied in a low voice: "All those who bully me and those who laugh at me will suffer a terrible death." She raised her ink-painted eyes and said again: "I want to find him now and make another wish."

Bao Chunyan said urgently: "I finally found a clue, but it was broken again. How can we find the Rouge Knife?"

"If you make a wish..." Shen Boru pondered for a moment: "Maybe Jiang Yanwan knows where he is."

"I have a way." Jiang Yizhou laughed, his eyes were full of young people's flirtatiousness: "However, it will be hard work, Ah Chen."