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Chapter 102: Coming ashore

White boats block the road, paper figures welcome guests.

Under the moonlight, everyone in [Nanzhifang] looked pale.

The leader of the class, Zhao Qigong, glanced at the steward next to him. The half-buried old man immediately understood and hurriedly left the bow of the ship and went to the cabin to get something.

The fleet was stopped.

In other words... the end has arrived.

The ghost came out to "greet" them.

"Ashore!"

Zhao Qigong shouted, and all the ships, one large, seven small and eight small, started to move.

"Brothers! This time, either his soul will be shattered, or you and I will go to hell together!"

"Get everything!"

Zhao Qigong used his greatest strength to shout in the night.

His voice was quite inspiring, but unfortunately it seemed a little weak in front of the huge white paper boat and the densely packed paper boys and girls.

Rather than trying to survive, it's better to say... they have no choice at all.

On the musician's boat, Qin Manjiang glanced at the old drum master and asked, "Why do you have to sing for ghosts?"

The old drum master touched his drum and sighed: "Because our troupe needs to be sorry for her first..."

"If her last wish cannot be fulfilled, we people will only die more miserably."

He finally spoke!

Qin Manjiang struck while the iron was hot and continued to ask: "Who is she? What is her last wish?"

The old drummer glanced at Qin Manjiang, and his dim eyes suddenly changed a bit. He reached out and touched Qin Manjiang's head: "Xiao Qi, you are not such a smart kid..."

Qin Manjiang suddenly felt something bad, but before he could react, the old drummer suddenly pinched a tendon behind his neck. Qin Manjiang instantly lost his strength and fell to the ground.

"This kid fell into the water and was possessed by evil spirits. Tie him up! We can't let him be possessed by ghosts and harm our lives." The old drum master gave Qin Manjiang a cold look. "If he doesn't look like Xiao Qi, just throw him back into the water and drown him." .”

The old drummer's sudden change of expression caught Qin Manjiang off guard. He was quickly tied up by several other musicians in the cabin and thrown aside.

Qin Manjiang immediately lowered his eyebrows, said nothing, and did not beg for mercy.

He had tasted some of it.

As expected, no one who travels around in this era is a good person...

The old guys in the cabin, with an average age of over fifty, all look dim-eyed. In fact, they must have their own tricks to live to this age.

Just now, Qin Manjiang was protected by him when the wooden boat was bumping. In addition, he always spoke kindly, which made Qin Manjiang make a hasty judgment. Now it seems that this old guy has been guarding against him.

He couldn't provoke them anymore. If he was tied up and thrown into the water, Qin Manjiang didn't think he could still be alive.

Where are the others?

There are as many as eleven people in this ghost story. If everyone is the same and possessed by someone from this era, if they unite, they will have the ability to control this troupe.

By then, no matter whether it is through soft and hard tactics or tough measures, we will be able to understand the causes and consequences of this matter.

"boom--"

Suddenly, the boat swayed and docked.

Qin Manjiang was picked up by the erhu player and thrown to the shore.

The bones of this body were very weak, and he fell to pieces in an instant.

Shaking his head to wake up for a while, he raised his eyes and looked around. Qin Manjiang was immediately speechless...

Not only him, but also the members of the troupe who got off the boat with their belongings were all so frightened that their eyes were straight and their whole bodies were shaking.

Without him...

The scene in front of me is really unbelievable.

At this moment, the sky is still dark, under the dim skylight, the strong wind is not stopping, two rows of colorful paper figures, boys and girls, with sly smiles on their faces, are lined up in two rows, extending from the shore to the front.

The wind blew the paper streamers on them, making a rustling sound.

"Sing opera!"

The two nearest boys and girls suddenly shouted, and all the paper men and women also turned their heads at this moment and looked at everyone in [Nanzhifang].

Being "looked directly at" by pale paper faces, this weird feeling is almost suffocating!

"Singing opera..."

The shrill and shrill voices of boys and girls dancing in the wind were simply creepy.

[Nanzhifang] is a theater troupe that can take on shady dramas. We have seen a lot of strange things, but this is the first time we have seen something so scary and weird.

Many members felt weak in their calves and had already given up.

"Don't be afraid! Fulfill her wish and sing the last play for her!"

Class leader Zhao Qigong shouted:

"Otherwise it will be useless even if we hide to the ends of the earth!"

As soon as the class leader's second words came out, they once again strengthened their resolve.

It's not that it inspires courage, it just lets them know at any time... that they have no way out now.

With Zhao Qigong's words and the fact that Zhao Qigong was indeed the first to move forward, everyone finally started to bring their things and moved forward under the "welcome" of the paper men and women on both sides.

Where on earth does that ghost want us to go and perform for it?

The more people wandered, the colder they became.

Qin Manjiang was pushed forward by the old drum master. At this time, he saw a beautiful face!

"sister!"

I remembered what the old man said before, that this woman should be his "god sister", the "Miss Lin".

Qin Manjiang struggled and ran towards that direction without hesitation.

And Mei Sijun, who suddenly heard Qin Manjiang's cry, was also confused.

When he turned around, he saw a fourteen-year-old or fifteen-year-old kid wearing gray cloth and his hands tied behind his back running towards this side.

Did he call me sister?

Could it be one of the children who wandered with "Ms. Lin" before?

"You little bastard!"

Seeing that he dared to run around and scream at such a moment, the old drummer was so angry that his beard almost stood up, and he was about to catch up with him.

Qin Manjiang's hands were tied behind his back, but that didn't stop him from giving the old drummer the middle finger.

Mei Sijun's eyes lit up, and he understood the approximate identity of this boy, and immediately stood up and said:

"What do you want to do? Beat my brother?"

As soon as "Miss Lin" spoke, the class leader who was walking in front immediately turned around and saw that it was Xiao Qi who fell into the water on the big ship before. She seemed to have a conflict with the drummer in the class. The god sister was standing up for her younger brother, so she shouted back. Old drummer: "What are you doing! Want to die?"

The old drummer stopped angrily, and then continued walking forward step by step under the "welcome" of paper figures on both sides.

After Qin Manjiang saw "Ms. Lin's" actions just now, he knew it well. After asking her to untie the rope in her hands, he whispered: "Sister... you are the sister, right?"

Mei Sijun finally met a "modern" soul. He breathed a sigh of relief and asked in a low voice:

"I am Mei Sijun, who are you?"

Mei Sijun?

Qin Manjiang breathed a sigh of relief. The most important person in this strange story was Mei Sijun. Without him, these people who are blind to drama would have a black eye.

"I am Qin Manjiang..."

"Qin Manjiang?" Mei Sijun didn't seem to respond.

"……abyss."

Qin Manjiang added.

"Oh...it's you." Mei Sijun nodded.

At this time, the team stopped.

Class leader Zhao Qigong, who was at the front to encourage everyone, looked extremely ugly.

Because... there is no way out in front of us.

On the left and right sides, the paper figures have strange smiles on their faces:

"Theatre troupe, go in..."

All the paper figures looked at Zhao Qigong again.

The whole [Nanzhifang] was silent, because at the end of this "paper figurine path" was a bottomless well...