Weird Talker

Chapter 105
Like thirst, Qin Manjiang's stomach growled immediately.

He immediately said the same answer as before, and said again:

"Go down to the bottom of the well and I'll find something to eat!"

His behavior is very similar to that of a scumbag who is used to painting cakes, but now he really can't think of any other way except this way of delaying time.

Could it be possible to give it something to eat and drink?

This time, however, he couldn't delay for long.

"Puff-"

He's at the bottom of the well.

The moss on the stone wall gave off a green light, which made Qin Manjiang's heart pound.

The female ghost on her back was still there, but she didn't say a word.

Qin Manjiang didn't feel tired carrying it on his back, it was just... a little scary.

He looked up at the mouth of the well above his head. It was so dark that he couldn't see the night sky at all, nor could he see Miss Lin Yanqing who was following him.

What exactly is going on?

Moreover, the bottom of this well is much bigger than he imagined!
A row of gravel paths stretched into the darkness under the dark green moss.

Looking at the bottomless darkness, Qin Manjiang didn't know what the ghost on his back meant.

What about the others who came down first?

What about the people behind me?
Why am I the only one now...

At this moment, in the depths of the dark well, a white light suddenly lit up.

Two colorful boys and girls made of paper figurines, each holding a white paper lantern, came out stiffly:
"A distinguished guest..."

"A distinguished guest..."

The voices of the two paper figurines were gloomy, and although there were smiles drawn on their faces, there was no smile at all. Their voices sounded like the young servants welcoming guests in front of the theater building.

With one lift of their hand holding the lamp, they illuminate the small gravel road.

Does this mean that I should go down this road?

Qin Manjiang couldn't figure out what this ghost talk game was trying to do. If a ghost was just to kill people, how many twists and turns would it take?

This is completely beyond Qin Manjiang's understanding of ghosts in the game.

This doesn't look like a purely malicious ghost at all, it has its own thoughts, it does want to kill, but the way it kills... seems to have a sense of ritual.

The white gravel zigzags to the depths. Qin Manjiang just stepped on it, and suddenly asked: "Excuse me, is there food or drink here? I have a friend who is hungry."

White mist filled the air under his feet, and strands of chill condensed after Qin Manjiang made a sound. In the faint, he heard small and strange sounds, as if many people were sobbing.

The sobbing sound was particularly eerie in the oppressive environment at the bottom of the well.

But...Qin Manjiang suddenly felt a light on his back, and the chill that had soaked into the bone marrow suddenly disappeared.

The arms around the neck also disappeared.

it's gone? !

The moment Li Gui left, Qin Manjiang suddenly felt someone pat him on the shoulder.

He broke out in a cold sweat!
who? !

Turning around to look, a beautiful face was only half a meter away from him.

Is it Lin Yanqing?

"I didn't see you just now, but suddenly I saw you..." She looked at Qin Manjiang, her face full of make-up was extraordinarily beautiful, but also extraordinarily weird, "Xiaoqi, are you hot?"

Qin Manjiang shook his head immediately: "It's not hot, it's just a little tired."

Lin Yanqing smiled, looked him up, and said, "Come with me."

After finishing speaking, she walked away, looking at the familiar posture, it didn't seem like it was the first time for this woman to come down to the bottom of the well.

Under the "watching" of the two welcome paper figurines, Qin Manjiang quickly chased after him.

In the space at the bottom of the well, except for the small gravel road under the feet, the walls are covered with thick moss, and the cold water drops seep from the cracks in the stone above, dripping on the ground, and there is a slight echo.

"Xiao Qi, do you understand opera?"

Lin Yanqing, who was walking in front, suddenly asked.

Qin Manjiang shook his head resolutely, but before he could speak, Lin Yanqing continued:
"Come to think of it, you understand..."

She turned her head lightly and looked at Qin Manjiang: "Aren't you playing...Xiao Qi?"

Qin Manjiang was startled, goosebumps all over his body!
This woman... who is it? !

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above the mouth of the well.

Nie Yunzhen had already descended into the well, only Yang and the last few troupe members remained on it.

From dozens of people just now to now there are only a few people left, but there are still so many paper figurines around, which makes people more and more nervous.

None of the remaining troupe members wanted to be the last to leave.

At this time, Yang still said: "I will go down last."

The others were eager for someone to walk behind, they nodded quickly when they heard the words, and all of them couldn't wait to go down the well.

Looking at their behavior, Yang suddenly felt a little ironic.

People are really strange creatures. Before, they were lingering one by one, and no one was willing to go down first, but when everyone was almost gone, they immediately became no one wanted to lag behind.

After all, this is also a very typical herd mentality.

The influence and pressure of the group is enough to make most people give up their opinions, or even go against their views, so that their speech and behavior can be consistent with the group.

Yang slowly walked towards the mouth of the well, and looked down at the bottomless darkness of the well.

Why did the actor who committed suicide by throwing himself into a well take revenge on the entire troupe?

In fact, the reason is not difficult to guess at all. From the behavior and attitude of these people, we can infer a general idea.

Perhaps, like going down the well, they had a herd orgy of conformity.

and many more……

Yang's heart moved, and an extremely bold idea appeared in his mind.

Judging from the current situation, this ghost is going to take revenge on the entire theater troupe, that is to say, it will kill at least thirty or forty people!
If this is really the case, then the law of killing, isn't it!

Although the permanent props are not there, but the brain is still there, and more importantly, although this body is not as strong as his own body, it is still usable, and Yang did not get used to it too much.

He grabbed the rope and went to the bottom of the well.

Now, there is one more problem that needs to be clarified.

Why did only four of us come into this world, and the rest?

Are you not here?

Or... a step ahead?
Yang thinks about all kinds of possibilities, the worst possibility among them is undoubtedly...

Others are not in the same position as them.

In case the final game is divided into factions this time, the four of them belong to the [Nanzhifang] faction.

The other seven people belonged to the [Toujing Operazi] faction, so one of them would almost certainly be wiped out.

Even completely wiped out.

After all, even if they have the same standpoint as the ghosts, it doesn't mean that the ghosts will treat them differently. The risks are the same, but the tasks to achieve the clearance conditions are different.

I hope...it must not be the second type.

Yang slipped smoothly all the way to the bottom of the well.

Speaking of which, what are the customs clearance conditions for the members of the [Nanzhifang] troupe whose souls penetrated into their bodies?

Could it be that he sang the last hell scene for Li Gui and survived?

If this is the case, then there should be many twists and turns in this play...

　来咯

　　
　
(End of this chapter)