Weird Talker

Chapter 102
White boats block the way, and paper figurines welcome guests.

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

Team leader Zhao Qigong glanced at the chief steward beside him, and the old man who was half buried in the ground immediately understood, and hurriedly left the bow and went to the cabin to get something.

The fleet was stopped.

Or... the end has come.

The ghost came out to "meet" them.

"Get to the shore!"

Zhao Qigong yelled, and all eight boats, one large, seven small, and eight small, moved.

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

"Take everything!"

Zhao Qigong shouted in the night with the greatest strength.

His voice was quite inspiring, but it was a pity that he seemed a little powerless in front of the huge white paper boat and the dense crowd of paper figurines, boys and girls.

Rather than surviving from death, it would be better to say...they had no choice at all.

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

The old drum master touched his drum and sighed: "Because our troupe, I'm sorry for her first..."

"If her last wish can't be fulfilled, those of us will only die worse."

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 drum master took a look at Qin Manjiang, and his dim old eyes suddenly changed a bit. He reached out and touched Qin Manjiang's head: "Xiaoqi, you are not such a clever child..."

Qin Manjiang suddenly felt bad, but before he could react, the old drummer suddenly pinched a tendon on the back of his neck, and Qin Manjiang lost his strength in an instant and fell limp to the ground.

"This boy fell into the water and tied him up! You can't be possessed by a ghost and kill us." The old drummer gave Qin Manjiang a cold look, "If you're not like Xiaoqi, throw it back into the water and drown it." .”

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

Qin Manjiang immediately lowered his eyebrows and pleasing to the eyes, did not speak, and did not beg for mercy.

He has tasted something.

In this era, no one who travels north and south is a good stubble...

All these old guys in the cabin with an average age of over 50 look old and dim-sighted. In fact, they must have their own means to live to this age.

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

Now we can't provoke them any more, if he was really tied up and thrown into the water, Qin Manjiang didn't think he would still be alive.

Where are the others?

There are as many as 11 people in this ghost talk. If everyone is the same, possessing someone from this era, if they unite, they have the ability to control this troupe.

At that time, no matter whether it is soft and hard or hard, you can understand the cause and effect of this matter.

"boom--"

Suddenly, the ship shook and docked.

Qin Manjiang was picked up by Le Ren who played the erhu, and threw him on the bank.

The bones of this body are very weak, and he fell all over the place in an instant.

Shaking his head and sobering 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 took his own guy off the boat, their eyes were staring and their bodies trembling with fear.

without him...

The scene in front of me is really unbelievable.

At this moment, the sky was not yet bright, and under the dim light of the sky, there was a strong wind. Two rows of colorful paper figurines, boys and girls, lined up in two rows, stretching from the shore to the front, with sly smiles on their faces.

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

"Singing!"

"Singing!"

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

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

"Singing..."

"Singing..."

"Singing..."

The shrill voices of boys and girls fluttered in the wind, making one's hair stand on end.

[Nanzhifang] is a theatrical troupe that can take on dark dramas. I have seen a lot of strange things, but this is the first time I have encountered such a scary and strange thing.

Many members have weak calves and have already retreated.

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

Class leader Zhao Qigong shouted:

"Otherwise, it's useless to hide in the ends of the earth!"

As soon as the leader's second sentence came out, they strengthened their determination again.

It wasn't that he inspired courage, it was just to let them know at any time... that he had no way out now.

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

Where does the ghost want us to sing for it?
The more you walk away, the colder you feel.

Qin Manjiang was pushed forward by the old drummer. At this moment, he saw a beautiful face!

"sister!"

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

Qin Manjiang struggled and ran towards that side without hesitation.

Mei Sijun, who suddenly heard Qin Manjiang's cry, was also at a loss.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw a fourteen or fifteen-year-old child in gray cloth clothes with his hands tied behind his back running towards this side.

He called me sister?

Could it be one of the few children who wandered with "Miss Lin" before?

"Little bastard!"

Seeing that he dared to run around and scream at such a moment, the old drum master was so angry that his beard was about to stand up, and he was about to catch up and catch him.

Qin Manjiang's hands were tied behind his back, but it didn't prevent him from giving the old drummer a middle finger at the moment.

Mei Sijun's eyes lit up, and he understood the general identity of this kid, and immediately stood up and said:
"What do you want to do? Hit my brother?"

As soon as "Miss Lin" spoke, the class leader who was walking in front immediately turned around. Seeing that it was Xiao Qi who fell into the water on the big boat before, there seemed to be a conflict with the drummer in the group. Old drummer: "What are you doing! Want to die?"

The old drummer stopped resentfully, and continued to walk forward step by step with everyone being "welcome" by the paper figurines on both sides.

After Qin Manjiang saw "Miss Lin"'s actions just now, he knew it well. After asking her to untie the rope tied in her hands, she said in a low voice, "Sister... Are you a sister?"

Mei Sijun finally met a "modern" soul, he also breathed a sigh of relief, and asked in a low voice:

"I'm Mei Sijun, who are you?"

Mei Sijun?

Qin Manjiang breathed a sigh of relief, the most important person in this strange talk is Mei Sijun, without him, these people who are blind to drama would have nothing to see.

"I'm Qin Manjiang..."

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

"……abyss."

Qin Manjiang added a sentence.

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

At this time, the team stopped.

Zhao Qigong, the class leader who walked in the front to encourage everyone, looked extremely ugly.

Because...there is no way out.

On the left and right sides, the paper figurines had weird smiles on their faces:

"Theatrical troupe, go in..."

All the paper figurines looked at Zhao Qigong in unison again.

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

Is it...

The ghost wants them to jump into the well and sing a play?

　Thanks for the frightful joke, Qiu Liang, Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan, the long night is hard to see the moon and the moon is dark, Duobao's reward, thank you everyone!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)