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The appearance of the well caused all the members of [Nanzhifang] to panic again.

"The class...the teacher...is really her!"

"No...I won't go! She will kill us!" A short but strong Wu Xing shouted tremblingly.

He turned around and ran behind him. He wanted to return to the river and row his boat to escape from this hellish place!

Seeing him like this, other people's thoughts were also moved. Not everyone wanted to come, but the class leader said that there was a chance of survival if he came to perform a play for her. If he didn't come, he would definitely die, so everyone reluctantly came.

But the current situation doesn’t look like life at all!

That ghost didn't want to listen to the show at all, it wanted everyone's lives!

Rather than throwing yourself into a trap, it's better to give it a try. Anyway, with so many people, the worst they can do is hide in temples or Taoist temples for the rest of their lives. They don't believe that this female ghost dares to even enter the places of gods and Buddhas!

However, before anyone else could make a move, they saw two rows of paper figures standing neatly suddenly turned to look at the escaping short Wu Xing, and then...their pale fingers suddenly stretched out!

The densely packed white fingers quickly caught up with him, and then with a "poof" sound, they pierced into his vest.

"puff……"

This short martial artist was completely powerless to resist. Blood spurted out of his mouth and he lowered his head to look at his chest...

All the paper man's fingers penetrated his torso, and there were still pieces of flesh and blood hanging on the pale fingers.

"thump--"

The vitality quickly drained from his physical strength, and the pale fingers retracted again. The faces of the paper boy and girl were still smeared with red balls, with a strange smile:

"Sing opera!"

"Sing opera!"

Their shrill voices are like deadly charms.

"He...He Zhongping is dead!"

The people who wanted to run with this short and sturdy martial artist seemed to have been poured cold water on them, and their faces were ashen.

"Run!" Zhao Qigong stared at everyone fiercely, "Keep running!"

"You know how she died! Do you think you can run away like this? Let me tell you..."

Zhao Qigong said word for word: "The only chance of survival is to follow the rules and arrange the last scene for her! So that she can't take action against us!"

"Remember me, ghosts are transformed by humans! She died so miserably that she would be filled with resentment. Living people should not be afraid of dead ghosts, so they all followed me down the well! You dared to bully her when she was alive, but you shrank her eggs after she died?"

Zhao Qigong cursed loudly, pointed at "Lin Yanqing" Miss Lin, and shouted: "Put her makeup on! Everyone changes into costumes, puts on makeup, and goes down the well in half an hour!"

"It's...the class leader!"

"yes!"

Hearing what Zhao Qigong said, if there was a precedent of being killed if he tried to escape, the people in this group finally had no other choice.

Now the only way to survive is to go to the dark side.

Qin Manjiang was also observing the surroundings carefully at this moment. Just now he deliberately raised his middle finger in front of everyone, just to find other people through this action.

But now only Mei Sijun responded.

What about the rest?

While he was thinking about it, Qin Manjiang suddenly saw a young man dressed as a martial artist winking at him!

“Kid, come help me put my boots on!”

he shouted.

Qin Manjiang raised his brows, turned his head and glanced at Mei Sijun, who had been pulled to put on makeup, and said, "Here he comes!"

The scene was scary and chaotic at the moment. Even the musicians didn't pay attention to Qin Manjiang. He came to "Wu Sheng" smoothly.

"Who are you?"

Qin Manjiang asked first.

Wu Sheng was tall and strong, with dark skin and a sense of security. When he heard this, he did not hide anything and said in a low voice: "Yang."

It's him!

"I am Qin Manjiang..."

Yang nodded: "I know, I saw you talking to Mei Sijun just now."

Qin Manjiang's heart moved and he looked at him: "How do you know that Miss Lin is Mei Sijun?"

"I can read lips." Yang looked around for a few times and whispered, "Whenever you speak in the future, even if you lower your voice, you must avoid other people's eyes. There are not many people who can read lips, but there must be some. .”

So that was it. Qin Manjiang immediately nodded and remembered this lesson.

Maybe some of these traveling actors can read lips. This time I was indeed careless.

While he was talking, Qin Manjiang suddenly felt his waist being poked by a finger.

who?

Qin Manjiang turned his head suddenly, and Yang was a little surprised. He didn't feel anyone approaching?

However, the two of them were on guard and only saw a short girl.

Looking at the dead fish look in his eyes, Qin Manjiang shouted directly without even asking:

"Nie Yunzhen?"

The girl nodded without saying a word.

Yang also breathed a sigh of relief, but soon, he whispered: "Don't you feel something is wrong?"

Nie Yunzhen didn't respond, but Qin Manjiang nodded and said, "There are only four of us."

Seeing that Qin Manjiang understood what he meant so quickly, Yang felt relieved. At least he didn't have to devote too much energy to explaining his intentions.

Currently, the only people whose souls have traveled through time are the four of them who fell into the water together.

Qin Manjiang, Yang, Nie Yunzhen, Mei Sijun.

As for the others, everyone saw their "bodies" in the river before falling into the water, but so far, no one else has appeared.

What's going on?

At this moment, "Miss Lin" who was called to put on makeup suddenly called out: "Xiaoqi, come here and help me braid my hair!"

Qin Manjiang exchanged glances with Yang and Nie Yunzhen, and said quickly: "Let's find out what happened to the female ghost first. This ultimate ghost story will last for seven days. It may not be that simple after going down the well. We will contact you later."

"Well, your identity allows you to act with Mei Sijun, be careful." Yang said.

His character is a martial artist in the theater troupe, but in this underworld drama, there is a high probability that he will not have a chance to appear.

Not to mention Nie Yunzhen, she seems to be just a little maid who is responsible for some chores.

Now the people in this troupe are truly in danger of themselves. Although they are afraid, they are not too unwilling, which shows that they have indeed done something wrong.

It is urgent to find out the secret of the female ghost jumping into the well.

Qin Manjiang nodded to them, turned around and left.

When he passed by, the makeup on Mei Sijun's face had already been put on. She was sitting on a box with her head tilted, holding a comb, slowly combing her long hair, humming a song:

"I'm afraid that the passing years will fade away, but my mood will be different in a different way."

"On auspicious days and good days, we should laugh. Why do shark beads turn into tears and are thrown away?"

"Seeing Po Hu is like hearing the sound of music on an empty mountain. Have you ever seen my husband and me, Xuan Tai?"

"She burst into tears, and her voice was intermittent, like a cuckoo, crying in another courtyard, like a mourning ape in the Baxia Valley, touching the heartstrings, so tragic."

"This is also a lesson from God. He taught me to accept the lingering hatred, avoid being spoiled and angry, to rehabilitate myself, to change my temperament, to stop loving the dead, to turn back from the sea of ​​suffering, and to realize Lan Yin early..."

He carefully braided his long hair into a braid, coiled it on his head, fixed his temples, and inserted the sharp hairpin into it. He seemed to know that Qin Manjiang was coming, and asked in a low voice: "Is it beautiful? ?”

Qin Manjiang was slightly distracted. The appearance of this "Miss Lin" was first-rate. It would not be an exaggeration to call her beautiful and fragrant. Among the people he had seen, only Mei Sijun could compare with her.

But it is really a coincidence that Mei Sijun's soul is in "Ms. Lin"'s body at this moment.

etc……

wrong!

Qin Manjiang suddenly realized that the play "Mei Sijun" sang just now was "Suolin Bag"!

"My sister died complaining with hatred. How can a sister... be indifferent?" She turned her head, her pretty face was bloodless, cold and stiff.

Maybe it was because of the makeup, but Qin Manjiang felt that there was no expression on her face that a human should have, only... resentment and hatred.

This is not Mei Sijun... this is the original Lin Yanqing, Miss Lin!

Mei Sijun did not completely occupy her body, but now...Miss Lin appears!

"Xiao Qi...do you think so?"

She raised her head, and Qin Manjiang's figure was reflected in her dark pupils.

That’s it for tonight. I’ll give you three more chapters tomorrow. I have to queue up for nucleic acid tests in my community again. It just stopped raining outside. I have to go out now. Good night~