Strange story player

"what ever."

Yan Xiao walked forward without looking back.

Shen Ku also calmed down at this moment. He had almost never lost his composure like before. No matter how his fellow players cursed, insulted, or even got physical, he could turn a blind eye and even find it funny.

But...she was "helped" when she was weak, which Chen Kui couldn't accept at all.

"I used permanent props, and he was able to sneak attack me because I wasn't focused enough."

An inexplicable mentality made him reluctantly explain.

Yan Xiao didn't even respond, but silently opened the way ahead.

The two of them were not moving very fast because the bottom of the well was too primitive. It was just an empty cave, with slippery moss and cold water droplets everywhere above and below their heads.

What intrigued them the most was undoubtedly the paper people posted on the wall.

These paper figures are lifelike and seem...where have you seen them?

At this moment, a translucent shadow flashed past the two of them!

what? !

Yan Xiao turned his left hand and the scalpel appeared in his hand, looking ahead warily.

But soon, the two of them discovered that the flashes in front of them... seemed to be just phantoms?

As if in a heavy fog, in the hazy blackness, figures appear, disappear, reappear, and disappear again...

Da da da da da…

As he watched, footsteps also appeared.

It seems to be within earshot? But if you listen carefully, the voice becomes light and ethereal, as if it is far away and out of reach.

Yan Xiao cautiously took a step toward the figure that was disappearing and appearing in front of him. His hand passed through the figure quietly without causing any disturbance.

It is indeed a shadow, but what kind of shadow is this?

The phantom that appeared at the place where the ghost committed suicide by throwing himself into a well could not be just to create a terrifying atmosphere. It was probably also hinting at something.

However, the visibility here is really low.

A strange and dark environment enveloped the two of them. Although they were not dragged into the suffocating atmosphere of terror, it was indeed difficult to see clearly what it was with just a pair of naked eyes.

"I'm going to turn on the flashlight."

Yan Xiao said something in advance.

Before Shen Kui could answer, a beam of light appeared.

As expected, Yan Xiao was just informing, not discussing.

The light of the flashlight was enough to illuminate an area, but when Yan Xiao's flashlight shone on the shadow in front of him, he was stunned.

These running people are...Yang?

And Nie Yunzhen, Qin Manjiang, Mei Sijun?

Why four of them?

Each person's figure flashed for a while and then quickly disappeared. Could it be that... the shadows here are the afterimages left behind when they traveled a hundred years ago?

Impossible... Why are they the only ones left with afterimages?

Yan Xiao frowned slightly, but at this moment, she heard Shen Ku say: "I know what you are thinking, why do their shadows appear at the bottom of the well, right?"

"Well, if they really went a hundred years ago, why didn't the afterimages of the others remain?" Yan Xiao said.

"..." Shen Ku subconsciously wanted to laugh, but suddenly felt that he no longer needed to pretend in front of this person, so he said: "What you noticed is correct, but the key is not why there are no afterimages of other people left. Come down, but, is there really anyone else?”

Yan Xiao was startled by Shen Su's words, and then he immediately turned his flashlight and shined it on the paper figures around him!

One after another, pale but lifelike faces appeared in his and Shen Ku's field of vision.

"I don't think they went back a hundred years ago," Shen Ku whispered. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. The physical trauma was still uncomfortable. "History... is a foregone conclusion. Strange stories will send them there." A foregone conclusion is impossible..."

"Look at these paper figures... do they look like members of a troupe?"

In fact, needless to say, Yan Xiao has already discovered it.

Could it be that what Qin Manjiang and the others thought about their soul traveling for a hundred years was just a fantasy they experienced with paper figures at the bottom of the well in modern [Nanzhifang]?

The flashlight light swept over each paper man's face one by one. When they learned that this strange story was related to drama, both Shen Sui and Yan Xiao urgently supplemented some drama-related knowledge in a short period of time. Although Not as professional as Mei Sijun and Yu Chenglin, but it is not difficult to see what these people do.

The makeup, facial expressions and movements of these paper figures fully reflect their profession.

Martial arts, courtyard aisles, flags, gongs, umbrellas and newspapers, palace maids, maids, actors, inspectors, door curtain breaker, box head, opera ushers, music troupe...

These paper figures are all members of the theater troupe!

As Shen Su and Yan Xiao walked, they used flashlights to look at each paper figurine.

The light of the flashlight made the paper man's already pale face even more hollow and frightening. Occasionally, dripping water from the stone wall above his head smashed to the ground, and the echoing sound was also very strange.

But neither Shen Su nor Yan Xiao were pulled in by the atmosphere of fear.

This is a characteristic shared by the top ten, or... veteran players who have a large number of spiritual pupils. Although they are not used to fear, the atmosphere of pretending to be gods and ghosts, as well as some suggestive attempts to scare themselves, no longer work for them. .

The two of them looked around along the wall. The paper figures were placed against the wall. After looking at them all, they found that there were nearly fifty paper figures here!

Moreover, both of them discovered one thing.

"Have you seen it?" Shen Ku asked.

"Well," Yan Xiao nodded, shining the flashlight into the deep darkness ahead again, "There is no paper manikin of the class leader."

"What if...well..." Shen Kui bent down and let out a muffled groan.

Red blood seeped out of the bandage, and his lips had no color left.

"If this so-called [Nanzhi Fang] is a ghost theater troupe with Zhao Qigong manipulating paper figures and acting for ghosts from beginning to end, then... the troupe leader Zhao Qigong... found the living actor who fell into the well as the main stage. ...And why?” He paused and expressed his thoughts intermittently.

Yan Xiao looked back at him, his eyes lingering on the bandage that was bleeding.

Shen Kui continued: "Under what circumstances would a person choose to commit suicide by throwing himself into a well?"

"Insulted... or forced?"

"I felt……"

Before Shen Su finished speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by Yan Xiao: "There are two possibilities. One is that she accidentally discovered that there was no living person in the entire troupe, and they were all paper figures and dummies. The huge fear that came over her instantly made her She suffered a psychological breakdown and committed suicide."

"two."

"If she doesn't commit suicide by throwing herself into a well, something worse than death will happen that she cannot accept."

Yan Xiao said.

"She had a jade cicada in her mouth before committing suicide. According to the information revealed by your permanent prop, it belonged to class leader Zhao Qigong."

Is it really Zhao Qigong...

At this time, Shen Kui made a silent gesture.

Yan Xiao calmed down, but saw Shen Kui pointing to the darkness in front of him and asking in a low voice:

"Listen, is it the sound of water?"

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