Strange story player

The clown has been cast, Qin Manjiang steps onto the gravel road, and there is silence at the bottom of the dark well.

This strange story made him feel more and more weird.

Why does this ghost have so many complicated arrangements?

Is the sense of ritual really so important to it...

Qin Manjiang always felt that this fierce ghost was full of "human flavor".

Unlike the pure evil encountered before, this ghost seems to have its own "emotions". It wants revenge, but the way it uses it is so tortuous and bizarre.

This doesn’t quite fit the image of all the evil ghosts in the Kaidan game.

Is there any twists and turns here?

Lin Yanqing said that the second half of Li Yunxiu's story was hidden at the bottom of the well and he should explore it by himself.

But the eerie theater building not far away didn't look like a good place to go.

There is no one around at the moment. Judging from current speculation, if you want to enter the theater, everyone needs to choose their role and step on the larger gravel with font patterns.

Those who did not step on the "character" gravel and stepped directly onto the gravel road were probably the same as the two actors I saw just now. They had been controlled by the evil ghost, and death was only a matter of time.

But after dividing the paths according to their roles, they seemed to be divided into different spaces. They couldn't see each other, but they could vaguely feel the presence of other people around them, and they could even hear voices!

That's right...

sound.

This is what surprised Qin Manjiang the most.

At this moment, he and Mei Sijun were also standing on the gravel road. They were the only ones on the gravel road. However, both Qin Manjiang and Mei Sijun could hear the subtle noises the other made as they moved forward.

Qin Manjiang tried to ask in a low voice: "Is it you? Mr. Mei?"

He immediately received a response from Mei Sijun: "It's me. We seem to be on different levels in the same space. Although we can't see each other, there is no obstruction in the sound."

"That's fine. If we go in the same direction, we can discuss it at any time." Mei Sijun said.

"Really?" Qin Manjiang felt uneasy in his heart, "Mr. Mei, let me ask you, are you really sure that the person talking to you is me?"

Mei Sijun suddenly fell silent.

Indeed, it's like sleeping on a bed in the same room. Ten people are lying on the bed. They can't feel each other's presence and can only hear the sound. This seems to be very safe, but what if... ghosts Mixed in?

"I understand, then... let's be careful."

Mei Sijun said.

Staying silent for now and doing your own thing is indeed the best choice.

Since [Nanzhifang] is a strange time and space with multiple spaces superimposed based on different identities, its fatal factor is probably whether it can hide itself while exploring.

This is very strange, each space is independent and unified at the same time.

There are also close connections with each other.

Just like Qin Manjiang said, no one knows what identity a ghost has or what space he is walking in. If he rashly talks to a voice in the air, once the other party is a ghost, his existence will be completely exposed. Seeking death?

Neither of them spoke anymore, and their voices were very low as they walked on the gravel road. It would be extremely difficult to detect them without getting very close and listening carefully.

Qin Manjiang stood there and waited for a while. He continued to move forward until he could no longer hear Mei Sijun's voice.

The bottom of the well became darker and darker as he went deeper, a cold and cold air wrapped around his body, and the theater slowly grew larger as Qin Manjiang moved forward.

When we arrived under the theater, we just finished walking on the gravel road.

He felt cold and stiff all over, and looked up at the theater shrouded in darkness. Its shadow... looked like a possessed "giant" looking at him.

An unspeakable panic slowly spread from the surrounding darkness. The environment at the bottom of the well was like a low-resolution old-fashioned movie. Nothing could be seen clearly, but instead it was a hazy blur, accompanied by The occasional tiny sound drifting by can make people feel unstoppable.

If it were Qin Manjiang's own body, although he would feel fear at this moment, it would still be within a controllable range, because his body would strictly control the impact of fear on body functions.

But now... the situation is different.

Qin Manjiang had many ideas and a lot of imagination in his mind. Under the outline of his thoughts, the entire theater seemed to have become a cracked ghost mouth in the darkness, waiting for him to come to the door.

"Huh..." Qin Manjiang exhaled slowly and muttered in his heart, "So I am so timid..."

I used to feel that I was fearless. After all, no matter what happened, my movements were as stable as ever. Although my hands and feet would tremble, my back and head would break out in cold sweat, and my arms would get goosebumps, but these would not happen at all. influence his actions.

It seems that for his body, it is enough to express the emotion of "fear", and there is no need to affect the body's actions.

So he always felt that he was quite brave, but now that his soul entered this body, he realized...it turned out that he was not brave.

It's because my body is so easy to use.

At this moment, Qin Manjiang suddenly heard a subtle voice?

Are people in the same space or people in different spaces acting?

Qin Manjiang immediately ducked into the theater and hid under the pillar under the building sign.

what……

He frowned slightly.

However, a pair of hands slowly reached for his shoulders.

Just when he was about to meet him, Qin Manjiang suddenly turned his head and grabbed the hand!

"Quite clever."

An old face appeared in front of Qin Manjiang.

Through the dim light, Qin Manjiang saw clearly who he was——

Class leader, Zhao Qigong!

He is actually in the same space as himself? !

In other words, he also chose a clown?

"Xiao Qi, you are very good...you actually know how to step on the big rocks on the gravel road to come in, unlike those idiots." Zhao Qigong stared at Qin Manjiang and said in a low voice.

This Zhao Qigong's voice made Qin Manjiang extremely uneasy.

This Zhao Qigong definitely has a big problem!

The first is his identity as the leader of [Nanzhifang], and... Judging from his remarks just now, this person completely knows the correct way to enter the theater.

This shows what?

Either... it's not the first time he's entered here.

Either...

Qin Manjiang thought of a more extreme possibility.

Could all of this...including the death of the previous leader be the work of this Zhao Qigong?

So he knows everything?

"Aren't you Xiao Qi?" Zhao Qigong's eyes changed. Just as he was about to do something, he saw Qin Manjiang suddenly slumped down on the ground, looking at him numbly, as if he had been frightened.

Zhao Qigong stared at Qin Manjiang, trying to see some flaws in this "face". Qin Manjiang's lips were trembling and his face was pale. He was not pretending. After all, he was scared of his current body. It was really like this. look.

This seemed to have convinced Zhao Qigong. He stretched out his hand to pull Qin Manjiang up from the ground and patted his clothes: "Don't cry, don't yell. If you want to live, just listen to me..."

Qin Manjiang seemed to have come back to his senses, and said with trembling lips: "Class... Class leader, where is this? Where are everyone?"

"I...aren't we...going to sing for ghosts..."

"Hey, it's an opera..." Zhao Qigong laughed, and his smile was particularly eerie and weird, "Yes, it's an opera...Xiao Qi, we'll go in in a moment, help the class leader find something..."

Qin Manjiang's heart skipped a beat, it wasn't right...this ultimate weird story was wrong!

"Looking for...what are you looking for?"

His appropriate fear made Zhao Qigong even more satisfied.

Zhao Qigong turned to look at the dark first floor of the theater. In the darkness, there seemed to be countless eyes staring secretly...

"A piece of jade..." The ferocity on Zhao Qigong's face made Qin Manjiang shudder: "No... it's a cicada. My jade cicada was held in the mouth of that bitch and jumped into this well..."

Qin Manjiang's heart was shaking, Yu Chan!

Life is a treasure, death is a treasure, the jade cicada is a burial jade!

In short, the jade article is made into the shape of a cicada, and the emergence of the cicada is used as a metaphor for human rebirth. Putting the jade cicada in the mouth of the deceased is called a cicada, and pressing the tongue in the mouth of the deceased means suppressing the soul, implying that although the body dies, the soul is immortal...

What on earth is going on with this [Yellow Springs Opera]?

The right side of my head is throbbing and hurting. I wrote more than a thousand words for more than two hours during the day... I wrote more than a thousand words for more than an hour at night... I can't continue coding. I'll update it today and three times tomorrow. Supply everyone, good night...