Weird Talker

Chapter 111
With the buffoon set, Qin Manjiang stepped into the gravel road, and there was silence at the bottom of the dark well.

This weird talk 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 ghost was full of "humanity".

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

This doesn't quite fit the image of all the ghosts in the ghost talk game.

Is there another 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 was asked to find it out by himself.

But the eerie theater building not far away is not a good place to go at first glance.

There was no one around at the moment. Judging from the current speculation, if they want to enter the theater building, everyone needs to choose their own role and step on the larger piece of gravel with font patterns.

Those who didn't step on the gravel of the "role" and stepped directly onto the gravel road were probably the same as the two actors I saw just now. They were already controlled by the ghosts, and death was only a matter of time.

But after the paths are divided according to the characters, they seem to be divided into different spaces. They can't see each other, but they can faintly feel the presence of other people around them, and they can 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, and they were the only ones on the gravel road. However, both Qin Manjiang and Mei Sijun could hear the subtle sounds made by the other party as they moved forward.

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

He immediately got 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, our voice is not obstructed."

"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. There are ten people lying on the bed. They can't feel each other's existence, they can only hear the voice. What about mixing in?

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

Mei Sijun said.

It is indeed the best choice to keep silent and do your own thing right now.

Since [Nanzhifang] is a strange space-time with multiple spaces superimposed according to different identities, its fatal point is probably whether it can hide itself well while exploring.

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

There is also a close relationship with each other.

Just like what Qin Manjiang said, no one knows what identity a ghost has or what space it walks in. If you talk to the voice in the air rashly, once the other party is a ghost, you will completely expose your existence. Looking for a dead end?
The two of them didn't speak any more, and the voice of walking on the gravel road was also very low. If you listen carefully, it's extremely difficult to find if you don't get very close.

Qin Manjiang stood there and waited for a while, until he could not hear Mei Sijun's voice at all, and then he continued to move forward.

The deeper the well went, the darker it became, and the cold air wrapped around his body, and the theater building, as Qin Manjiang moved forward... gradually grew bigger.

When I arrived under the theater building, I just finished walking the gravel road.

He only felt cold and stiff all over his body, and looked up at the theater building shrouded in darkness. Its shadow... looked like a "giant" possessing himself and looking at him.

An unspeakable panic slowly spread from the surrounding darkness. The environment at the bottom of the well is like a low-resolution old-fashioned movie. Listening to the occasional small sounds drifting past, it makes people feel unstoppable.

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

But now... the situation is different.

Qin Manjiang had a lot of thoughts in his mind and a lot of room for imagination. Under the outline of his thinking, the whole theater building seemed to have become a ghost mouth that had been opened in the dark, waiting for him to come.

"Huh..." Qin Manjiang let out a breath of foul air slowly, and muttered in his heart, "So I'm so timid..."

I used to feel that I was not afraid of anything. After all, no matter what happened, my actions were as stable as usual. Although my hands and feet would tremble, my back and head would sweat, and my arms would get goosebumps, but these would not happen at all. affect his actions.

It seems that as far as his body is concerned, it is enough to express the emotion of "fear", and the influence on physical actions is unnecessary.

So he always felt that he was quite brave, but now that his soul entered this body, he realized... So it wasn't him who was brave.

It's because my original body is too easy to use.

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

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

Qin Manjiang immediately burrowed into the theater building and hid next to the pillars under the building sign.

what……

He frowned slightly.

However, a pair of hands slowly reached out to his shoulders.

When he was about to touch him, Qin Manjiang suddenly turned around and grabbed that 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 was actually in the same space as himself? !
In other words, he also chose the clown?
"Xiaoqi, you are very good...you even know how to step on the big stones on the gravel road, unlike those idiots." Zhao Qigong stared at Qin Manjiang and said in a low voice.

The voice of Zhao Qigong made Qin Manjiang extremely uneasy.

This Zhao Qigong definitely has a big problem!

First of all, his identity as the troupe leader of [Nanzhifang], and... Judging from what he said just now, this person fully knows the correct way to enter the theater.

This shows what?
Either...he's not entering here for the first time.

or...

Qin Manjiang thought of a more extreme possibility.

All of this...including the death of the former pillar, could it be this Zhao Qigong's tricks?
So he knows everything?

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

Zhao Qigong stared at Qin Manjiang, trying to see some flaws from this "face". Qin Manjiang's lips were trembling, and his face was pale. look.

This seemed to have convinced Zhao Qigong, he reached out and pulled Qin Manjiang up from the ground, and patted his clothes: "Don't cry, don't shout, just listen to me if you want to survive..."

Qin Manjiang seemed to have regained his senses just now, and said tremblingly, "Squad...Squad leader, where is this? How about everyone?"

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

"Hey, singing..." Zhao Qigong laughed, and his smile was particularly eerie, "Yes, it's singing... Xiaoqi, we'll go in in a while, help the class leader, find something..."

Qin Manjiang's heart skipped a beat, no... this ultimate strange talk is wrong!

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

His justified fear made Zhao Qigong even more satisfied.

Zhao Qigong turned his head and looked towards the pitch-black first floor of the theater building. 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, which was held in the mouth by that bitch, and jumped into this well..."

Qin Manjiang's heart trembled, Yuchan!

To be admired in life, to be cherished in death, jade cicada is burial jade!
In short, the jade is made into the shape of a cicada, and the feathering of the cicada is used as a metaphor for the rebirth of a person.Putting the jade cicada in the mouth of the deceased is called Han Chan. Pressing the tongue in the mouth of the deceased is to suppress the soul, implying that although the body dies, the soul is immortal...

What the hell is going on with this [Huangquan Opera]?

　The right side of my head is throbbing and hurting. Today I wrote more than 1000 words for more than two hours during the day... I wrote more than 1000 words for more than an hour at night...I can’t write anymore. Let’s make an update today, and I will replenish it at the third update tomorrow. ,Good night……

　　
　
(End of this chapter)