Metaphysics boss dressed as a wealthy cannon fodder young master

The female ghost in front of her looked young, that is, about fourteen or fifteen years old. She was wearing a black cheongsam with a small white flower pinned to her chest. She persuaded Jian Xi not to be an actor, so she was impatient. , turned back and continued to concentrate on watching the stage and listening to the opera.

Jian Xi narrowed her eyes and glanced at the spiritual tablet she was holding in her arms. It was pitch black, and there were no words engraved on it.

Seeing that the two singing on the stage could not be separated by life or death, the class leader had no choice but to get off the stage the same way and ran to Jian Xi's side in a panic all the way, as if he hadn't seen the female ghost in black. He crawled to Jian Xi's side and asked him to find a way to stop the two who were singing.

Seeing that the female ghost frowned impatiently, Jian Xi quickly raised a finger to her lips, "Shh, class leader, please keep your voice down, it will be bad if you disturb the seniors who are watching the show here."

The host's face froze for a while. Hearing what Jian Xi said, although he couldn't see it, he understood that the dead ancestors in this village really came out to listen to the opera.

His body was shaking non-stop, his teeth were clinking, he clasped his hands on Jian Xi's shoulders, and said intermittently, "No, no, we can't let them continue singing, it will kill you!"

Wu Chengcheng glanced at the class leader strangely, then at the black-clothed female ghost, and asked Jian Xi in a low voice, "This class leader, can't you see the black-clothed female ghost beside you?"

Jian Xi shook her head, "It seems that I can't see it."

"Then how can I see it? And Xiao Sun, Xiao Sun, can you see that female ghost in black?"

Sun He nodded, and said in the same low voice, "I can see that the female ghost is now beating the time with the opera with both hands."

When the head teacher heard this, even his hair exploded in fright.

Jian Xi squinted her eyes, always feeling that there was something wrong with the leader of the class, and when Wu Chengcheng saw the statue, the something wrong became more and more obvious.

He said, "The play has already started, there is no reason to stop singing halfway, it will offend the elders and gods from all walks of life."

"K-Ke Ke Ke really can't sing anymore..." The class leader sat down on the ground, almost crying.

Although Jian Xi told the troupe master and the female ghost that he was walking with half of them, he really didn't know anything about opera. He asked Wu Chengcheng, "Do you know what story the two of them are singing on this stage?"

Wu Chengcheng shook his head violently, and said speechlessly, "There are still no young people who are willing to listen to operas now. Those who listen to operas are all from the older generation, who are a generation behind us. There is a generation gap between them and operas. Putonghua, I guess I can’t even understand it, not to mention the babbling and babbling that they still sing in the local dialect.”

Sun He nodded without waiting for Jian Xi to ask, "I can understand young master, the story told in this opera is very old-fashioned, it is a story of a poor scholar and a prostitute in a brothel."

This □□ named Sun Qiaohe, good looking, enchanting figure, proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, was a well-known talented woman of the generation at that time, she was originally the daughter of Sun Yinxu, a first-rank official in the capital, but unfortunately, when she was 13 years old, his father She died in prison for her sins, and she was exposed on the streets.

The fiancé her father had arranged for her grew up with her and was her childhood sweetheart. The two of them fell in love with each other at the time, but once the coup d'état, everything changed.

Because of the downfall of Sun Qiaohe's family and the death of Sun Qiaohe's father, the man's family simply refused to do anything to prevent her from hurting himself, and divorced her to repent of the marriage.

The lover repented of the marriage, and Sun Qiaohe was hit hard. She shed tears every day, but she had no choice. In the end, in order to survive, she voluntarily entered the Goulan Yuan, which was still unknown in the capital at that time.

Because she is proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, the old bustard also wholeheartedly taught her how to control men, and it didn't take long for her to become the top card in the courtyard, and also became the object of competition among literati, princes and grandchildren.

Even Goulan Yard became famous, and in just one year, it became the largest brothel in the capital, Helian Yard.

Just when Sun Qiaohe was in the limelight, she met her lover who called off her marriage again. The lover felt that the woman he had a marriage contract with was now a worthless person, which would be a disservice to his face.

Coincidentally, at that time, his political enemy also liked to visit brothels, and he took pleasure in ravaging Sun Qiaohe. Whenever he finished ravaging Sun Qiaohe, he would go to her ex-lover and blatantly boast about how good Sun Qiaohe's skills are. Hurt him and mock him.

This made him very angry, and in a fit of rage, he even sent someone to kill the enemy when he went to the brothel again to find Sun Qiaohe to enjoy, and then put the blame on Sun Qiaohe, trying to get rid of these two people who hindered him in one fell swoop.

The political enemy was indeed dead, and Sun Qiaohe was imprisoned as he wished, but no matter how severe the torture, Sun Qiaohe refused to admit that he was the one who killed him.

Sun He sighed, "Later, Sun Qiaohe was beaten to death just like that."

Wu Chengcheng yelled, "What kind of trashy story is this?! Then Sun Qiaohe's ex-fiance is such a scum, he didn't get retribution?!"

Jian Xi squinted her eyes, "Real life is not a novel. How can there be so many newspapers in this world? There is an old saying that a good man does not pay for his life, and a disaster will last for a thousand years. That's the reason."

Wu Chengcheng pointed to the costumes of the two people who were singing in the opera troupe and said, "So, the two people on the stage are wearing the clothes, and the one with the big knife on his back is a yamen officer and soldier, right? It's Sun Qiaohe, right?"

At this time, the two people on the stage had already babbled and sang to the climax. The official kicked Sun Qiaohe to the ground mercilessly, then took off the big knife on his shoulder, took a sip of spirits, and looked at There were two bah bahs on the knife face, and with a flick of the big knife, Sun Qiaohe's head fell to the ground, and rolled to the leader's feet, the leader immediately screamed in fright, and hid everywhere like crazy, and finally hid with a cat on his waist under the table.

Wu Chengcheng was also stunned, touched the blood on his face, and said in a daze, "Is the beheading effect of singing opera so realistic? The blood is hot, more realistic than acting..."

On the stage, Sun Qiaohe no longer had her head, her body was kneeling upright in a daze, her hands were still groping around, muttering, "My head, my head..."

Sun He put the blood sprayed on his face to the tip of his nose and smelled it, and his face immediately changed, "Young Master! This is not cinnabar, it seems to be..."

Usually, where the troupe needs to use blood in their operas, they use cinnabar instead, but this is obviously not the case in front of them.

This is bloody...

"It's real blood." Jian Xi nodded, and said to Sun Hedao, "Call the police. People have been killed, and the police department needs to be dispatched."

"Don't panic, the Danjiao who played Sun Qiaohe was already dead when we came."

Jian Xi looked at the class leader who was hiding under the table and kept shaking all over, covering his ears and eyes for a while, and said without emotion, "Teacher, that Danjiao ran away at the beginning, you can't find it no matter how hard you look for it." People, are you still hiding something from us?"

The class leader seemed to have been frightened and dumb, and couldn't hear anything clearly, but kept muttering crazily in his mouth, "I didn't kill you." …

"Young master, there is no signal?! The phone can't get through!" Sun He held up the phone and tried several times, but the call couldn't get through.

"Xiao Sun, what's the matter with your place? Is there no signal tower? During the month you were away, I called you many times, but I never got through!" Wu Chengcheng looked at the dark open space, The frightened face was gray and pale, and when Sun He said that he couldn't even get through to the police, his face immediately became even worse, turning pale.

"No, our place is a bit poor, but the phone can be connected. Besides, there are no mountains here that can block the signal."

At this time, a burst of extremely dense black mist slowly dispersed from the deep mountains, gradually covering the entire wilderness.

Jian Xi sat on the chair, kicked the stones on the ground casually, and said, "Stop calling, we met a ghost and hit the wall. This magnetic field is different. It's normal that the phone can't go out."

Then the female ghost in black turned her head back again, looked at Jian Xi and nodded approvingly, and said dully, "Not only are you good-looking, but you also know a lot."

"Thank you, miss, for your compliment." Jian Xi smiled slightly, very gentlemanly.

Wu Chengcheng & Sun He: "..."

Both faces were about to split.

"Sun He, do you know the name of the Danjiao in this troupe?"

"It seems that people in the troupe said that it is called Wang Ying."

The old man who played the role of beheading Wang Ying on the stage was still majesticly wielding a big knife on the stage, but his face was extremely terrified, tears kept streaming, as if he was sad, afraid and hated.

Jane Xi said, "Miss, can I ask you for a favor?"

The female ghost in black said slowly, "What."

"Remove this ghost fog."

The expression of the female ghost in black suddenly changed.

With a smile on her face, Jian Xi leaned slightly towards the female ghost in black, and said word by word, "Is it fun, mirror, middle, and person."

"Heh!" The aura of the female ghost in black suddenly changed, from the original dumbfounded to full of evil, the disguise on her face was also removed, revealing a face exactly like Jian Xi's, Especially the malice that seems to be overflowing from those eyes, it really deserves to be said to be born bad.

"How did you find out? Tsk tsk, it's really not fun. I thought I could amuse you for a while, but I didn't expect that you are still the same as before, and you have no interest in entertainment."

Jian Xi raised her head and said unhurriedly, "If your interest in entertainment refers to killing people, then I guess you won't have them in this lifetime."

Looking at the two Jane Xi, Wu Chengcheng and Sun He's scalps felt numb for a while, and they moved away from them unconsciously. Even when the two were talking, Wu Chengcheng grabbed Sun He's arm and hid behind him. went under the table.

The class leader under the table was still howling miserably, Wu Chengcheng covered it with his hands, but unfortunately the sound could still leak out, in order to prevent him from drawing the attention of the bad guy, Wu Chengcheng touched his pockets all over his body, but he couldn't touch it.

In the end, he gritted his teeth and asked Sun He to tear off the dog skin plaster that had been stuck on the back of his neck when he got off the boat.

Just as Sun He pulled a corner of the plaster and tore it off, Wu Chengcheng was in pain and almost burst into tears.

"Oh! Xiao Sun, tap gently, Emma hurts me to death, she has hairs!"

Sun He said helplessly, "It's not Brother Wu, why is your hair so long, if you tear it off, it will definitely be taken off, you have to bear with it."

Wu Chengcheng: "..."

While talking, Sun He yanked it violently and tore off the whole piece of bullshit plaster. Wu Chengcheng, who was in pain, felt the skin on the back of his neck was burning hot, as if it was about to catch fire.

He quickly put the dog skin plaster covered with his fine hair on the leader's mouth.

Class teacher: "..."

The class leader only felt that there was a piece of hair around his mouth.

Seeing that this trick worked, Wu Chengcheng and Sun He were immediately overjoyed. Fortunately, their psychological quality is much stronger now than the first time they saw a ghost. It may also be because of Jian Xi's presence, they are not very afraid.

Pressed around the head teacher's mouth to make sure the plaster was firmly attached, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

In this way, the class leader couldn't howl even if he wanted to, and could only stare at the two of them.

The two booed him for a while, telling him to be quiet and listen to the conversation between the two Jian Xi outside.

"You haven't said how you recognized me?" Jian Xi, who was wearing a black cheongsam, said with a smile.

Jian Xi was sitting on the table, also smiling, the arcs of their smiles were exactly the same, those who didn't know it thought Jian Xi was looking in the mirror, it was quite scary in this barren hill and plain.

"Eyes. Your eyes, no matter how harmless you pretend to be, the malice in your eyes can't be pretended. You probably won't even notice how evil your eyes are."

Also, what Jian Xi didn't say was that since he followed the troupe master to the stage, he could tell at the first sight that the two people who were singing on the stage were already dead.

When a person is dead, the body can still move, and the soul is locked in the body, still enduring the fear before dying, as if being tortured, making all kinds of terrified expressions.

With such a vicious approach, besides the man in the mirror, he can't think of anyone else in this world.

Jian Xi thought for a while, and tentatively said, "Are you Jian Xi?"

The implication is that you and I have the same face, so, are you the original owner?

Jian Xi said this out of nowhere, Wu Chengcheng and Sun He immediately looked at each other, and the hairs on their backs stood on end.

What does Xizai mean?

This sentence is too easy to miss, especially in this deserted wilderness in the middle of the night.

"Hahahaha!" The man seemed to have heard some good joke, hahaha laughed for a while, and then said, "How could I be that idiot, something who has more success than failure, went to the underworld to steal This book of life and death can be discovered by black and white impermanence, and even hunted down, that's fine, if he is willing to be a turtle, he can continue to shrink back, this idiot bastard actually dumped the blame on me, the hell Those blind bastards kept chasing and killing me, really... back then, the ghosts in the underworld were not so blind..."

Jane Xi: "..."

The case was solved, there were really two groups of people, and the person in front of him and the person who stole life and death from the underworld were really not the same.

The man in front of him seemed to know what Jian Xi was thinking and doubts in his heart, and he said kindly, "Are you curious why I look exactly like you, and why that stupid thing who stole the book of life and death is still with us? They look exactly the same, don't they?"

"Hahahaha, that's because the three of us are one."

Jian Xi's heart sank. He had suspected at the beginning whether the original owner had multiple personalities or had some kind of split problem, so that the other two looked exactly like him. Now that he heard what this person said, the other two After the person is also one with him, his mood deteriorates visible to the naked eye.

"Oh, by the way, during these long years, I have given myself a new name called Wuchuan. How about it? Does it sound good?"

"It's not a good thing as soon as you hear the name."

"You!" Wu Chuan was furious, then thought of something, and laughed loudly, "That's better than you, you idiot actually named it Picking up Trash, hahaha!"

Jane Xi: "..."

Jian Xi silently took out the black leather gloves, her hands were itchy, and she wanted to hit someone.

Suddenly, something suddenly fell from the big tree on the head of Wuchuan, accompanied by a foul smell.

Wu Chuan wiped his forehead, and there was a black and white lump on his finger, which turned out to be a lump of bird droppings.

Wu Chuan raised his head with a gloomy expression, and there was a fat black and fat bird squatting on the branch of the tree. Seeing that a cannon hit the target, the bird immediately rattled and flapped its wings and laughed.

"Idiot!" Cu Chuan cursed in a low voice, gritted his teeth, and then slapped upwards, a puff of black smoke blasted towards the fat bird.

With a squawking sound, the fat bird quickly flew behind Jian Xi to hide, leaving only a few feathers on Wu Chuan's face.

The moment the fat bird appeared, Jian Xi's body was in a daze, and before he had time to react, he felt his face being slapped by something furry.

Jane looked over happily, and it was the wings of the fat bird squatting on his shoulder that slapped him. The fat bird pulled a bird's face and hated iron and steel, "Stupid, get up and go! Stay away from this lunatic , my body is very delicate, don't be beaten to pieces by this lunatic!"

Jian Xi: "!!!" He knew who this stupid bird was.

"Stop, you idiot!" The black smoke came from behind Wu Chuan, and Jian Xi easily dodged it.

Le's fat bird quacked and laughed, "Bad species! You think I'm stupid, stop if you tell me to stop! I'm not so stupid, just a little bit!"

Jane Xi: "..."

"Hurry up! You idiot! Still looking here!" After the fat bird provoked Wuchuan, it was like a wing on Jian Xi's head. Jian Xi stretched out a hand expressionlessly, and quickly grabbed the fat bird With one paw, he lifted it upside down, narrowing his eyes slightly, "Original owner, huh?"

Fat Bird pretended to be a dead bird, as if he couldn't understand anything, dangling back and forth in Jian Xi's hands.

Jian Xi continued to snort softly, "The original owner who stole life and death, huh?"

Fat Bird: "..."

Wu Chuan: "If it's not him, who else is there? Such an idiot is actually one with you and me. Thinking about it, I feel ashamed. Jian Xi, kill him quickly, so that he won't go out and continue to embarrass us!"

Hearing Wu Chuan's words, Fat Bird was completely restless, and he didn't pretend to be dead anymore, he fluttered his wings and roared, "You bastard, you're necrotic, if it wasn't for you, my young master would be attached to a bird? ??!"

"Tell me, why did you steal the book of life and death?" Jian Xi said flatly.

After all, the book of life and death is gone, and he wants to find out why he came here, why he died and came back to life, which has been bothering him, but he can't find out.

"Say a fart, you don't even look at what's going on, you hurry up and get rid of this bad thing first, and then talk about the two of us, after all, it's me who lost my body, not you, you are so worried. " Fat Bird said violently.

Jian Xi thinks about the same thing, after all, there are two dead people on the stage, and there are three living people in the audience who need him to take care of.

Wu Chuan seemed to be stink by the bird feces, originally wanted to fight, but suddenly died halfway, he gave Fat Bird a mouthful, cursed a few words, and his figure disappeared into the black mist .

With the disappearance of Fuchuan's figure, the official who had been swinging a big knife on the stage and singing non-stop, suddenly fell on the stage with a bang, his neck was also headless, and blood flowed all over the place.

At this time, the leader of the group was so frightened that he passed out. Jian Xi asked Wu Chengcheng and Sun He to carry the leader, and then got the phone number of the village head from Sun He, and asked the village head to bring a few strong villagers to rush over and take the person on the stage. The two carried them back to the village.

Two people died one after another. Everyone in the village was worried. No one could sleep. They had already reported to the police, and they were all waiting for the police to come.

When Jian Xi and the others went to the stage, Yu Heng, He Xiaochuan and others did not follow, mainly because Yu Heng really did not find any good reason to follow Jian Xi all the time.

Unexpectedly, after not following for such a short while, Jian Xi encountered a murder case, which made Yu Heng's face terribly gloomy.

As soon as Jian Xi returned to the village chief's house, Yu Heng rushed out of the house, grabbed Jian Xi's shoulders tightly, and scanned him carefully from top to bottom, and his face softened when he saw that he was not injured.

Jane Xi: "???"

Jian Xi said hello with a black face.

He felt that Yu Heng seemed to be getting more and more wrong recently.

On the other hand, Fat Bird saw Yu Heng, and immediately fluttered its little wings, and leaned up very cheerfully and shamelessly, and even kissed Yu Heng's face. Looking at Fat Bird affectionately.

Back then, it was this half of the soul that entered reincarnation with Wangchuanhe God's love and guilt for him...

It's a pity that Yu Heng took another look at Jian Xi, and this half entered reincarnation with responsibility on his shoulders. He only had responsibility in his heart, only the common people in the world, but without him, without love...

……

Jian Xi had a lot of questions to ask the original owner. After entering the house, she couldn't wait to ask, but before he could ask, the fat bird was very excited to see the big white egg on the kang, and even tried to ride on it to see if it would work. Give the eggs to the hatchlings.

Jane Xi: "..."

Jian Xi said blankly, "This egg was born by your body."

Fat Bird: "...Gah?"

"You heard me right," Jian Xi pointed to her stomach, and said with a straight face, "It's your body, your belly, born of it."

Fat Bird: "..."

Fat Bird felt a little dizzy.

Fat Bird stumbled and said, "Now, don't say anything to me, I need to calm down first."

Jane Xi: "..."

Jian Xi sighed, he understands, he understands everything.

After all, when he faced the egg cut out of his belly, he was calm for a while.

He simply went to interrogate the class leader first. The class leader obviously knew something, but he didn't tell them.

Now two lives have been killed one after another, and that man in Wuchuan who looks exactly like him has been involved, so he has to ask carefully.

Wu Chengcheng tore off the dog skin plaster on the head teacher's mouth, looking at the red and swollen sausage-like lips of the head teacher, he couldn't help feeling how sticky the dog skin plaster was...

Looking at the class leader who was fidgeting all over, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead from time to time, what the village chief was worried about may have come true.

The village chief took a puff of dry cigarette and said to Jian Xi, "It's a bit evil here, you outsiders don't care about it, Xiao Sun, wait for the dawn tomorrow, and send them away as soon as possible."

Wu Chengcheng stopped doing it as soon as he heard it, "Village chief, we also want to leave, but now this murder case has happened, can we leave if we want to leave, we will not leave here until the police arrive Yes, otherwise what would you do if you were sentenced by the police to absconding for fear."

Wu Chengcheng also has his own considerations. After all, he, Sun He and the class leader, Uncle Wang, have all seen that the man named Wu Chuan has exactly the same face as Jian Xi, but it is obvious that Wu Chuan is not a man at first glance. fun.

He was afraid that after the police came, the shit pot would be on Jian Xi's head.

After all, in a sense, Wang Ying was beheaded in front of them.

Jian Xi said flatly, "Village Chief, I don't know what inside information you and the class leader know, but I'm sure, this matter is not over yet, if it is not resolved as soon as possible, I'm afraid there will be more deaths."

The village head: "... Alas!"

The village head let out a long sigh, and slapped his thigh vigorously.

He took out three sticks of yellow incense from the wooden box, burned the incense and worshiped three times in front of the statue covered in red cloth, muttering something, and then inserted the incense into the incense burner under the statue.

Amidst the smog, the village chief saw that he couldn't hide it any longer, and was also afraid that he would continue to kill people. He hesitated for a moment, and then told the truth.

"The villagers in our village have been singing operas since their ancestors. I don't know how many ancestors have been enshrined in the past. The incense has been cut off long ago. When it comes to our branch, we can't pick it up even if we want to. We have to become monks halfway. , for the great power that we think we have more supernatural powers.”

"And the theater troupe led by the troupe master was originally a branch from our village."

"In the beginning, we organized an opera troupe of 30 to [-] people every year, and went to other villages outside the village to sing operas to earn money and support our families. This is a way of life passed down from our ancestors."

"But later, because of the different statues enshrined by the head of the troupe, the two theater troupes always clashed, and later even reached the point of bloodshed. They were from the same root and the same village, and the old village head did not want to see his brothers because of money. If there was a conflict, we asked our branch not to leave the village to make a living by farming.”

"As for the villagers in the opera troupe led by the troupe master, they make a living by singing opera, so they are not allowed to go back to the village to grab land."

"The old village head also made a rule that the theater troupe led by the troupe owner needs to go back to the village every year to sing operas for the ancestors who have passed away in the village. It is considered filial piety, and it is also a custom here."

"This custom has gradually spread to other villages, and other villages have started to follow suit, inviting them to sing operas for their ancestors."

"Every time they sing opera in a village, it has become an unwritten rule, that is, whenever the last opera is performed, it is sung to the deceased ancestors of the local villagers, that is, it is sung to ghosts."

"It's really not very respectable to say it, but they earn a lot. Wild theater troupes like the troupe master and the others will basically take this kind of work. This time, because of the last play sung to ghosts in other villages, I didn't know it. Which god keeps making trouble with them."

"The class leader can't figure it out. There are always people in the class who suddenly go crazy. It's been more than ten years, and for the first time, in the name of coming back to sing for the ancestors, they came to me, the current village head of our village, to discuss a solution."

"Our two groups of villagers worshiped the gods together, prayed for the gods, after all, singing to ghosts, there will be some messy things from time to time, but usually we only need to worship the gods, and things will be solved. , This idol actually started to shed blood and tears!"

"Tell me, where is the statue shedding blood and tears? It sounds unlucky, so when Mr. Wu saw the statue, the class leader quickly wrapped the statue with a red cloth from the beginning to the end, lest you all Seeing the gods shed blood and tears, we don't care whether we live or die."

"Then why do you tell us to leave now?"

Under normal circumstances, shouldn't it be better to keep them, after all, they are the only ones who can still watch something now.

Why are you rushing them out?

The village chief hesitated and refused to speak, while the group leader said with a circle of redness and despair in his eyes, "Because the god has spoken!"