no trouble

The woman's voice is melodious, high and low, graceful and graceful.

Yin Wuhuo listened carefully for a while, and found that there was no resentment in the woman's voice, but a strong sense of reluctance and confusion, even mixed with a trace of imperceptible sadness.

Now he became curious, but all the ghosts lingering in the world have some resentment, even if there is resentment, there will be a little bit of resentment in this reluctance.This is the first time he has seen a ghost like this who not only has no grievances at all, but is still very confused.

At this time, the singing stopped, and the woman turned around and looked at Yin Wuhuo timidly.

This is a face of a classical beauty that is completely different from the popular Internet celebrity faces nowadays. Yin Wuhuo was taken aback for a moment and then noticed the woman's clothes.The upper jacket and lower skirt are covered with a thin white beige.

Ming system dress...

Feelings This is an old ghost who has been dead for hundreds of years.

"Excuse me...can you see me?" The woman raised her head, looking at Yin Wuhuo expectantly.

Yin Wuhuo thought: "It's over, it's such a classic line from the beginning..." I'm sure I'll be entangled when I look back.

"Are you unhappy?" The woman squatted on the ground and looked at Yin Wuhuo from bottom to top, with the corners of her mouth raised, looking at Yin Wuhuo with her beautiful big eyes, the inside was so pure that there was not even a trace of impurity, and she was touched by just one sentence. A certain place in Yin Wuhuo's heart.

"Are you unhappy?" A fuzzy face appeared in front of my eyes, with the same smile, the same tone, and the same innocent eyes.

Yin Wuhuo opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word, the woman smiled again and said, "My name is Jiujiu, you can just call me Jiuer."

Yin Wuhuo: "..." As a ghost, is it really okay to be so familiar?

He even began to wonder if the slightly sad song just now was really sung by this woman?

The young man didn't say a word, he wanted to ignore the female ghost in front of him, but after seeing her smiling face, he said slowly, "Yin Wuhuo."

Guys who are kind to me... are cute, and they can be properly related.

"You people are too casual now, you go out without clothes." Jiu'er looked at Yin Wuhuo's big underpants with some distaste, "It's better when you were just singing."

Yin Wuhuo, who was not only wearing big pants but also shirtless: "..."

"Hey, how old are you? You already have white hair." Jiu'er gesticulated on Yin Wuhuo's head, "You don't look very old. With so many white hairs, you must have a lot of things on your mind!"

"My mother said that the most important thing for a woman is her appearance, so she must be happy, so as not to age quickly! Look at me, I am so beautiful only when I am happy all the time!"

Jiu'er twittered endlessly as he walked, like a carefree bird in the sky.

He pursed his lips, although he was a little impatient because the woman talked too much, but he didn't say anything.At this moment, the skin of his right arm suddenly tightened violently, and a force strangled him tightly from within, as if he was tightly entwined by a snake.

"Let me tell you, I also have a very handsome fiancé. He looks the best when he holds the Xiuchun knife. There is a word for that..." Jiu'er shook his head, "That's right , it’s called beautiful and delicious!”

"Originally we agreed to wait until the Chinese New Year to get married, but unfortunately I died too soon. He will be very sad when he finds out." He laughed at himself, "It's a pity that I even forgot how I died... I Isn't it very useless?"

"...No." Yin Wuhuo resisted the pain from his arm, pretended to be calm, and thought for a while, "At least there are still people who remember you, useless people will be forgotten."

Eyes widened suddenly, Jiu'er raised his head and looked at Yin Wuhuo blankly, "Useless people...will be forgotten?"

She could feel that when the young man said this, his tone was full of helplessness, like a worm who wanted to break out of its cocoon and become a butterfly, but was blocked by people, lonely and had to succumb to the status quo .

Yin Wuhuo turned his head as his wrist was held by a cold little hand.The woman smiled brightly, "It's okay, I will remember you in the future!"

Caught off guard by being touched again, Yin Wuhuo covered his mouth and nodded unnaturally.

It seems that the curly-haired guy told him that when he was a child...

So, is he still useful?

Thinking about it this way, the gloom in Yin Wuhuo's heart dissipated a lot, and he felt a sense of enlightenment, even the way he looked at Jiu'er improved a lot.

"There are still two scenes in the next two days, you can stay and watch when you are free."

"Really!?" Jiu'er was so happy that she almost burst into tears.

"Hey, hey..." Yin Wuhuo was helpless, this person really didn't play his cards according to the routine, how could he be so excited after watching a play?

"I just woke up two days ago, and the little ones nearby hid away when they saw me. You are the first person willing to listen to me!" Turning around on the spot, Jiu'er was a little excited, " I will definitely come tomorrow!"

After Jiu'er left, Yin Wuhuo hurriedly shook his hands, his face wrinkled from the throbbing pain of his right arm, "Heizi...are you sick?"

"That woman is not an ordinary guy, her aura is very dangerous!"

Hei Zai's voice came from his right arm, and Yin Wuhuo's originally clean arm had a faint tattoo-like pattern, which could vaguely look like a cat.The pattern shook, and fell to the ground and turned into a cat, sitting upright in front of Yin Wuhuo.

"From the moment that guy approached you, the hairs all over my body exploded. This is the first time since I met that little girl Qianluo!"

Seeing that Hei Zai was so excited, Yin Wuhuo calmed down.

Just now he was immersed in a certain emotion that he could rarely experience, and he didn't even notice the coldness coming from her, the kind of coldness that was hidden in the deepest part of her body.

Shaking his head, Yin Wuhuo vetoed his inner guess, "Don't worry, Jiu'er is not bad, after dealing with ghosts for so many years, I still don't even have this bit of vision."

Hei Zai raised his pupils and stared at Yin Wuhuo for a while before turning into a black shadow and returning to Yin Wuhuo's arms, "Be careful yourself, don't be as unbearable as last time."

The next day, when Yin Wuhuo was getting ready, Jiu'er didn't bother him, but just found a place to sit and watched carefully for a long time.

The second play is sung to the gods, which is called singing the play of gods.So today is not as lively as yesterday, but more solemn than yesterday, all the preparations are quite a lot.Old Jianghu people like Uncle Nine paid great attention to this aspect, so they naturally took a lot more serious preparations.

In the evening, when it was the opening, the seats below were already full of people, but there were some other things mixed in among these people.

Yin Wuhuo had already finished his makeup and was hiding behind the scenes looking for Jiu'er's figure. He searched around but found nothing.At this time, several sedan chairs had been added one after another outside, and Yin Wuhuo actually saw the fat Mao Shisan setting up a stall below with the appearance of a hawker. Ordinary people can't see this short boss. It's a cat, and it's still bustling to patronize him.

At this time, Mao Shisan narrowed his eyes and looked over at the stage. Yin Wuhuo shuddered, thinking that the other party had noticed him, and almost ran away.

But today it is Wu Sheng who is acting, his fair makeup can't hide much, anyone can recognize him at a glance.

It's not easy to sing a show, if he is recognized, the money in his pocket will be robbed again.

Yin Wuhuo was so tangled up that his eyebrows were almost knotted, as the gongs and drums started beating, it was time for him to appear on the stage in a blink of an eye, Fanxuan Mao Shisan should not recognize him.

Due to a guilty conscience, Yin Wuhuo didn't have the smooth flow of yesterday after he came to the stage, and his movements seemed to be a little evasive and timid. Uncle Jiu blew his beard from behind the stage and stared at him several times to warn him.

Yin Wuhuo looked at Uncle Jiu's murderous eyes and then saw that Thirteen didn't pay attention to him, so he felt relieved.

Time passed by, the curtain was lowered several times, the scene was changed several times, and the whole story became more and more exciting.

As the defense of the city was broken, Huadan on the stage fell, a familiar feeling gradually came to mind, Jiu'er frowned, the figure in front of her was shaking, everything was blurred, only Huadan's grief-stricken crying still echoed in her ears --"no no!"

Jiu'er clutched her head, and the dusty memories flooded up bit by bit. She saw herself stuffing a small bundle into the young man's arms, "Zhan Lang, you must be careful, I'll wait for you to come back here."

Zhan Wan stretched out his hand as if wanting to touch the woman's head, but held back the moment he raised his hand, "When I come back, I will marry you after the Chinese New Year."

"This one." Taking the Xiuchun knife from Zhan Wan's arms, Jiu'er replaced a newly tied net and put the old one into his arms, "I'll change it for you when you come back." A new one."

"Ah."

Zhan Wan reached out and touched the net, "I'm leaving."

In the last years of the Ming Dynasty, the world was in turmoil, natural disasters continued and foreign invasions made it difficult for everyone.As a member of Jinyiwei, he is often sent outside to deliver letters to ensure the timely flow of information.This time is no exception, in order to go back to prepare to marry Jiu'er before the year, he must be faster this time.

Day and night, the horse ran tirelessly, and the place the man passed was full of devastation.Because of natural disasters, because of war, no matter what the reason is, there will always be a wave of refugees who will do anything to survive, barter things, sell their wives and sons, all of which amplify the uneasiness in the man's heart.

Run faster, run faster, pass the information over quickly, go back quickly, Jiu'er is still waiting for him!

Three days later, Zhan Wan finally arrived at his destination. The soldiers guarding the camp led him in enthusiastically. The camp was crowded everywhere. Fear of something.

What are you afraid of?

An ominous premonition rose in his mind, Zhan Wan stopped a patrolling soldier who looked hurried, and before he had time to speak, he was interrupted by the camp guard beside him, "My lord is still waiting, we should hurry up good."

The smile on the soldier's face became more and more strange in Zhan Wan's eyes. Zhan Wan felt a "thump" in his heart. He had already understood seven or eight minutes, and immediately wanted to find an excuse to delay time, but he did not expect a sharp knife to hold him The camp guard looked at him with a smile on his waist, and said, "I didn't expect that the one who came was a clever man. Unfortunately, your cleverness may only be used in hell! Hurry up and leave!"

Zhan Wan had no choice but to grit his teeth and glared at the soldier, then walked into the main tent aggrieved.

Sitting in the main tent was the lord he was familiar with, and now, there was a foreigner standing beside him, a foreigner who seemed to be the leader.

Zhan Wan never dreamed that his own people would work hand in hand with foreigners!

This is simply a disgrace to the Ming Dynasty!

"Zhanwan, what information do you bring again? Tell us and let's listen together." The adult didn't care about Zhanwan's expression that he was about to eat people. In his eyes, a general like Zhanwan has no use value at all. ...Oh no, there is still some value, you can use it to entertain yourself.

"My lord, you..." Zhan Wan swallowed hard, "Are you going to betray the Ming Dynasty and His Majesty?"

"Shut up! When will it be your turn to discuss the matter of adults?" The soldier looked up at the people above, and found that their expressions were not very good. When they were about to do something, the people above spoke.

"Since you defend Daming so much, then you should pave the way for the demise of this dynasty first! Hmph, drag it on!"

Zhan Wan pursed his lips and let the soldiers tie him down. The cold sharp knife pierced into his body one by one. He could feel his blood flowing out little by little, mixing with the dust.And his final fate is probably the same, he was randomly thrown in a corner, mixed with dust, and finally assimilated into a cup of loess.

Something cold fell on the face, and it was snowing, and the snow-white particles fell on the ground one by one, and soon a layer was spread on the ground.

"Clap."

The Xiuchun Knife in his arms fell out, and a touch of blue on it fell to the yellow and white ground, strikingly imprinted in Zhan Wan's eyes.

Jiuer...

Jiu'er is still waiting for him!

The bloodied and aching limbs seemed to be poured with strength all of a sudden, Zhanlan stood up abruptly with the last bit of perseverance and ran a few steps holding the knife "kuangkuang", frightening the soldiers beside her.

Several people held him down in a hurry, a spear pierced his abdomen, the fresh blood washed away the blood mixed with dust, Zhan Wan knelt down on one knee, tightly holding the gun in his arms. Xiuchun Dao, holding the blue net tightly in his hand, the blood soaked the net bit by bit...

"Bah!" A thick mouthful of sallow phlegm fell on his eyelids, and slowly hung down his cheeks, "I'm dying and want to escape! A waste of my energy!"

"Pfft." The spear was pulled back, more blood flowed out from the hole in the abdomen, and a huge blood plum bloomed on the ground, mixed with dust, it became filthy all at once.

Zhan Wan held the Xiuchun knife in his arms and slowly closed his eyes.

I can't go back...

The author has something to say: Happiness can infect each other, Jiuer is such a happy girl~

By the way, you are all so cold and cold, you can't even explode the red envelopes to provoke 0-0

I feel like I've been alone, I'm so -mouth-

Come on, little sister, little brother, play with me QAQ

Changed some plots and added some important foreshadowing

I discussed it with my friends yesterday.

Because the base friend has not been free, it is not good to change the text, but for the follow-up plot

I, changed!

Um! [Purses his lips.