Weird Talker

Chapter 122 Paper Figure Troupe
"what ever."

Yan Xiao walked forward without looking back.

Shen Kai also calmed down at this moment, he has almost never experienced such a gaffe just now, no matter how the players in the same company curse, insult, or even do something, he can turn a blind eye to it, and even find it funny.

But...he was "helped" when he was weak, which made Shen Kai completely unacceptable.

"I used permanent props, and I was not focused enough to be attacked by him."

An inexplicable mentality made him reluctantly explain a sentence.

Yan Xiao didn't even respond, but just opened the way in front of her silently.

The speed of the two of them was not fast, because the bottom of the well was too primitive. It was just an empty cave, with slippery moss and cold water drops everywhere, no matter the top of the head or the bottom of the feet.

What made them most curious was undoubtedly the paper people pasted on the wall.

These paper figurines are so lifelike, and they seem to be... seen somewhere?

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

what? !

Yan Xiao flipped his left hand, a scalpel appeared in his hand, and looked ahead vigilantly.

But soon, the two of them discovered that these flashing back and forth in front of them seemed to be just phantoms?

As if in a thick fog, in the hazy blackness, a figure appeared, disappeared, reappeared, and disappeared again...

da da da da da...

Looking at it, footsteps also appeared.

It seems to be in the ear?But if you listen carefully, the voice becomes light and ethereal again, as if there is nothing there, as if it is far away and unreachable.

Yan Xiao cautiously took a step towards the figure that appeared and disappeared, and his hand passed through the figure quietly without causing any waves.

It really is a phantom, but what kind of phantom is this?
The phantom that appeared at the place where the ghost died by throwing himself into a well could not be just to create a terrifying atmosphere, and it most likely hinted at something.

However, the visibility here is too low.

A strange and dark environment enveloped the two of them. Although they were not dragged into the suffocating and terrifying atmosphere, it was indeed difficult to see 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 Rui could answer, a beam of light appeared.

Sure enough, Yan Xiao was just informing, not discussing.

The light of the flashlight is enough to illuminate an area, but when Yan Xiao's flashlight shines on the phantom ahead, he is stunned.

These running people are... Yang?

And Nie Yunzhen, Qin Manjiang, Mei Sijun?

Why four of them?

Everyone's figure flashed for a while, and then disappeared quickly. Could it be that...the shadow here is the afterimage left by them from traveling a hundred years ago?

Impossible... Why are they the only ones who left afterimages?
Yan Xiao frowned slightly, but at this moment, she heard Shen Ship say: "I know what you're thinking, why are there phantoms of them at the bottom of the well?"

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

"..." Shen Bai wanted to laugh subconsciously, but suddenly felt that he no longer had to pretend to be in front of this person, so he said: "You noticed the right thing, but the point is not why the afterimages of other people didn't stay. Come down, but, is there really anyone else?"

Yan Xiao was taken aback by Shen Kai's words, and then he immediately turned the flashlight to shine on the paper figurines around him!

Pale but lifelike human faces appeared in his and Shen Li's field of vision.

"I don't think they went back to a hundred years ago," Shen Said in a low voice, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and the trauma on his body was still unbearable, "History...history...is a foregone conclusion. A foregone conclusion is impossible..."

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

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

Could it be said that what Qin Manjiang and the others thought was a century-old soul was just a fantasy dream shared with paper figurines at the bottom of the well in the modern [Nanzhifang]?
The light of the flashlight swept over the faces of each paper figurine one by one. When they knew that this strange talk was related to the drama, both Shen Kai and Yan Xiao urgently made up some drama-related knowledge in a short time. Not as professional as Mei Sijun and Yuchenglin, but it is not difficult to see what these people are doing.

The makeup, expressions and movements of these paper figurines fully demonstrate their occupations.

Martial arts, yard aisles, banners, gongs and umbrellas, court ladies and maids, setters, field inspectors, door curtains, box heads, theater urging people, music classes...

These paper figurines are actually all kinds of people from the theater troupe!

Shen Ship and Yan Xiao checked each paper figurine with a flashlight as they walked.

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

But neither Shen Kai nor Yan Xiao was pulled into it by the atmosphere of fear.

This is the top ten seats, or... the characteristics shared by the old players with 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 hints of scaring themselves, have no effect on them. up.

The two looked around along the wall, and the paper figurines were placed against the wall. After reading everything, they found that there were nearly fifty paper figurines here!

And, both of them discovered one thing.

"Did you see it?" Shen Kai asked.

"Well," Yan Xiao nodded, and the flashlight once again shone into the deep darkness ahead, "There is no paper figurine for the class leader."

"If... um..." Shen Bai bent his waist and groaned.

Crimson blood seeped out of the bandage, and his lips had lost all color.

"If this so-called [Nanzhifang] is a ghost troupe where Zhao Qigong manipulates paper dolls and plays for ghosts from the beginning to the end, then... the troupe leader Zhao Qigong... finds the living actor who threw himself into the well as a stage pillar ...And why?" He paused after saying a word, and spoke his thoughts intermittently.

Yan Xiao glanced back at him, her gaze resting on the bleeding bandage.

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

"Humiliated...or forced?"

"I felt……"

Shen Kai hadn't finished speaking when 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 whole troupe, and they were all paper figurines and dummies. She had a mental breakdown and committed suicide."

"two."

"If she doesn't commit suicide by throwing herself into a well, something more unacceptable will happen to her than death."

Yan Xiao said.

"Before she committed suicide, she had a jade cicada in her mouth. According to the information revealed by your permanent props, it belongs to the class leader Zhao Qigong."

Is it really Zhao Qigong...

At this moment, Shen Kai made a silent gesture.

Yan Xiao calmed down, but saw Shen Kai pointing to the darkness ahead, and asked in a low voice:

"Listen, is it the sound of water?"

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