Weird Talker

Chapter 103 Change clothes and makeup
The appearance of the well made all the members of [Nanzhifang] panic again.

"Class... class leader... is really her!"

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

He turned around and ran back, he wanted to go back to the river, row a boat and escape from this ghost place!

Seeing him like this, other people's minds were also moved. Not everyone wanted to come, but the class master said that there was still a chance of life if he came to play a play for her.

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 life!

Rather than throwing oneself into the trap, it is better to give it a go. Anyway, so many people will hide in temples or Taoist temples for the rest of their lives. They don't believe that this female ghost even dares to enter the place of gods and Buddhas!
However, before the others could make a move, they saw two rows of paper figurines standing neatly suddenly turn their heads to look at the running short Wu Xing, and then...their pale fingers stretched out suddenly!

The dense white fingers quickly caught up with him, and then pierced into his vest with a "puchi--".

"puff……"

This short martial artist has no power to resist at all, he spurted blood from his mouth, and looked down at his chest...

The paper figurine's fingers had all pierced through 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 figurine boys and girls were still smeared with red blobs, with a strange smile:
"Singing!"

"Singing!"

Their high-pitched voices are like deadly spells.

"He... He Zhongping is dead!"

The people who wanted to run with this short and sturdy martial artist seemed to be poured head-on by a basin of cold water, and their faces were ashen.

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

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

Zhao Qigong said word by word: "The only hope is to follow the regulations and arrange the last scene for her! Make her unable to take action against us!"

"Remember, ghosts are changed by people! She died too badly to be filled with resentment. Living people shouldn't be afraid of dead ghosts, and follow me down the well! You dared to bully her when she was alive, but after she died, you shrank her eggs?"

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

"It's... class leader!"

"Yes!"

Hearing what Zhao Qigong said, if there is a precedent of being killed if you escape, the people in this team finally have no other choice.

Now there is only one way to go to the dark to survive.

Qin Manjiang was also carefully observing his surroundings at the moment. Just now he purposely made a gesture of raising his middle finger in front of everyone, just to find other people through this gesture.

But now only Mei Sijun responded.

What about the rest?

While thinking about it, Qin Manjiang suddenly saw a young man dressed as a samurai winking at him!

"Little devil, help me put on my boots!"

he shouted aloud.

Qin Manjiang raised his brows, turned his head and glanced at Mei Sijun who had been dragged off to put on makeup, and replied, "Here we come!"

The scene was frightening and chaotic at the moment, even if those musicians didn't pay attention to Qin Manjiang, he arrived in front of "Wu Sheng" very smoothly.

"who are you?"

Qin Manjiang asked first.

Wu Sheng is tall and strong, with dark skin, and has a strong sense of security. He did not hide it when he heard the words, and said in a low voice, "Yang."

It's him!

"I'm 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 and said in a low voice, "In the future, if you talk, even if you lower your voice, you should avoid other people's eyes. There are not many people who can read lips, but there must be some. .”

So that's the case, Qin Manjiang nodded immediately, remembering this lesson.

Perhaps some of these actors who have traveled far and wide can really read lips.This time it was indeed my own carelessness.

While talking, Qin Manjiang suddenly felt his waist was stabbed with a finger.

who?

Qin Manjiang turned his head suddenly, Yang was also a little surprised, he didn't feel anyone approaching?
However, they only saw a short girl in their guard.

Looking at the dead fish-like 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: "Do you feel something is wrong?"

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

Seeing that Qin Manjiang understood his meaning so quickly, Yang felt a little relieved, at least he didn't have to spend too much energy explaining his intentions.

Currently, only the four of them who fell into the water together are the only soul-traversing people.

Qin Manjiang, Yang, Nie Yunzhen, Mei Sijun.

As for the others, everyone saw their "corpses" in the river before falling into the water, but so far, none of the others have appeared.

What's going on here?

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

Qin Manjiang exchanged glances with Yang and Nie Yunzhen, and quickly said: "First, each find out what happened to that female ghost before she was alive. This ultimate strange talk will last for seven days. It may not be that simple after going down the well, and I will contact you later."

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

He is a martial artist in the theater troupe, but there is a high probability that he will not have the chance to appear in this Huangquan play.

Not to mention Nie Yunzhen, she seems to be just a little maid who goes around and takes care of some chores.

The people in this troupe are truly in danger, and they are not too unwilling to be reconciled despite their fear. It can be seen that they have indeed done something wrong.

It is imperative to find out the secret of the female ghost throwing herself into the well.

Qin Manjiang nodded to them, turned and left.

When he passed by, the makeup on Mei Sijun's face had already been put on, and she was sitting on a box at the moment, with her head tilted, holding a comb, combing her long hair slowly, humming:
"I'm afraid that the spring will fade away in the flowing water, and I'm in a different mood."

"On auspicious days and good days, let's laugh, why do shark beads turn into tears?"

"Seeing Mrs. Hu is like hearing music from an empty mountain. Have you ever seen my husband and my Xuantai?"

"She bursts into tears, and her voice is intermittent, like a cuckoo, crying in another courtyard, or a monkey mourning in Baxia, touching the heart, so tragic."

"This is also a lesson from God. He taught me to put away remaining hatred, avoid coquettish anger, and reform myself, change my love, stop falling in love with passing water, turn around in bitter seas, and realize Lanyin early..."

He carefully braided his long hair into a short braid, coiled it on his head, finished the coiling of the temples, and then 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-class, and it was not an exaggeration to call her a beautiful woman. Among the people he had met, only Mei Sijun could compare with her.

But it is a coincidence that Mei Sijun's soul is in the body of "Miss Lin" at this moment.

and many more……

wrong!

Qin Manjiang suddenly realized that the play "Mei Sijun" sang just now was "Suolin Bag"!
"My sister died complaining of hatred, as a younger sister...how can I remain indifferent," she turned her head, her pretty face was pale, 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 didn't completely occupy her body, now...Miss Lin appeared!
"Xiao Qi...do you think so?"

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

　That’s all for this chapter tonight, and I’ll give you three more chapters tomorrow. My community has to queue up to do nucleic acid again. The rain just stopped outside. I’m going out now. Good night~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)