Weird Talker

Chapter 93 The Dream of the Pear Garden
[Past life and present life, resentment is hard to get rid of]

【Whoever enters the pear garden, who is an actor】

【Three days later, go to Nanzhifang to undo the strange talk. 】

【Time limit, seven days】

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After everyone finished reading the scarlet text, it quickly merged into the void and disappeared.

At this time, Qin Manjiang also felt a huge repulsion!
Not only him, but also others, Yang immediately said: "We are leaving this space soon, I will contact you in the real world, there are some things that need to be discussed."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure collapsed immediately!It turned into dense black dust and scattered in the void.

The others were also the same, their illusory bodies collapsed into black mist one after another, disappearing into the space.

Qin Manjiang is no exception, except that... when he was about to leave this space, he saw blood-red text appear below the huge pupil above his head at the first lit pupil mark—[Yin Yang Lane] 】

And at the second spiritual pupil, bloody words slowly appeared——【Huangquan Opera】

Everyone's guess is correct... Those ten dark spots in the shape of spiritual pupils are indeed ten ultimate games.

What happens when it's all lit up?
His consciousness suddenly collapsed...

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"Master, you're awake..."

Singer... No, Mei Sijun opened his eyes, and the faint fragrance of the sandalwood table brought him back to his senses, and he had returned to the real world from that mysterious space.

"Uncle Li, what age is it, don't call me that anymore." Mei Sijun said calmly.

"But young master..." Uncle Li leaned forward and said with lowered eyebrows, "Master has set up rules all his life, and we are all used to it. If we don't let you scream, we will feel uncomfortable."

"You go down first." Mei Sijun pinched the bridge of his nose, suddenly a feeling of tiredness came to his heart.

"I'm going to rest for a while and see no one."

"Yes, sir."

The old servant left the study, closed the door, and walked away lightly.

"Nanzhifang..."

Thinking of the name mentioned in the strange talk, Mei Sijun was a little dazed.

Unlike other players, he was born in a Liyuan family. His grandfather and father are all famous actors, except himself.

In this day and age, no one listens to music anymore.

But neither father nor Uncle Li, including the vast majority of people in this industry, are unwilling to admit this.

Opera is dying.

If changes are not made to adapt to the times, it will only disappear faster.

So, he joined the Modern Theater in Fucheng.

It was also that decision that made my father so angry that he couldn't afford it, and soon passed away.

As for the Nanzhifang mentioned in the strange talk, Mei Sijun also knows, or...

The Liyuan Opera Troupe in the entire Fucheng area is known to everyone.

After all, Nanzhifang is the only troupe that not only sings for the living, but also for the dead.

The white smoke from the agarwood incense at the side made Mei Sijun drowsy.

He was lying on the desk, his long hair was slowly falling down, his vision... gradually blurred...

He had a dream, a... very strange... very strange dream.

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"Huh~~"

"It's not that friends don't get together, when do friends get together? If I knew that there is no love after death, I should hook up the love in life."

Under the high-hanging red couplets, there are continuous gongs and drums, silk and bamboo.

Bright red candles were shining brightly, and on the stage with a radius of three feet, a man in green clothes and water sleeves danced gracefully, with a lingering body and a moving posture, and his singing was even more beautiful and melodious, as if weeping.

Under the stage, the seats were full of guests, and the theater buildings on the upper and lower floors were full.

Everyone was wrapped in winter clothes, holding a cup of steaming hot tea, watching the stage and applauding repeatedly.

The gongs and drums in the theatrical building were lively, and the heavy snow outside the theater building was full of voices.

In the private room on the second floor, two rich middle-aged men were sitting opposite each other, they should be businessmen.

The two occasionally glanced at the stage below, drank a sip of tea occasionally, and chatted with each other.

"This Nanzhifang is coming to an end. The best show is gone. The Bawang and Ji are gone. Instead, the female son-in-law will sing every day. Sooner or later, I will get tired of it." Said the shorter and fatter businessman.

"Farewell My Concubine, aren't you tired?" the taller one asked with a smile.

"It's also boring, but people are not tired, hehe..."

The two looked at each other wretchedly and smiled, knowing each other well.

"It's a pity, what kind of well to throw in." The chunky businessman shook his head and took a sip of his tea.

"Bah bah, don't talk about bad luck. Seeing that the Chinese New Year is coming soon, I came to the theater to have fun and listen to you mentioning these things. Aren't you annoying me?" The tall fat businessman picked up the cigarette bag and smashed it, exhaling white mist, " But I heard that Boss Zhao in Nanzhifang has found another beauty, with a charming figure and a voice like an oriole, this theater building will not be yellow for a while."

"He deserves to get rich, this old bastard."

The short and fat businessman said with a smile: "That's right, the theater is still full of seats under such heavy snow outside. Who came to see this Tsing Yi?"

"I don't know about Xiaohuadan, whether it's spicy enough or not~"

The two of them were talking, when the tall fat businessman's eyes suddenly stopped, and he stopped smoking his cigarette. He stared blankly at the direction of the backstage like a fool.

The chunky businessman followed his gaze and turned his head to look behind the stage on the first floor, his fat body trembled instantly.

The whole person was dumbfounded.

What the two see is the same person.

She was only fifteen or sixteen years old, but she was born with red lips, white teeth, and a beautiful face. Maybe she just came back from the outer streets, and some snow fell on her hair and shoulders. Quiet and dignified.

"Look at Xiaohuadan, this is the Tsing Yi gifted by God..."

The tall fat businessman shivered, dropped his cigarette pouch on the ground, and flushed with excitement.

He slapped a handful of money on the table and called to run errands: "Call me your boss Zhao!"

The boy bent down and took the money away with a palm, and quickly apologized and said with a smile: "Alright Mr. Wang, please wait a moment..."

"Wang Youde, have you taken a fancy to her?" The short, fat businessman asked knowingly.

The businessman he called Wang Youde naturally nodded: "You are not allowed to fight with me, I only want this, no matter how much money!"

"I'll fight with you?" He shrugged his neck, "Well, I'll wait for Xiaohuadan."

After a while, Zhao Qigong, the owner of Nanzhifang, came.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he recognized the master, and hurriedly said with a smile: "Boss Wang, it's been a long time since you came to have tea and watch a play, how are you doing these days?"

"Stop talking nonsense, let me ask you, is there a newcomer in your troupe?" Wang Youde asked.

Zhao Qigong was startled, seeing Wang Youde's anxious face, how could he not understand?

After thinking for a while, he said, "It's a newcomer, but it's not a..."

Wang Youde was taken aback: "Oh? How many are there?"

Zhao Qigong first showed a right hand, and then added a left index finger: "Six."

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"Om-"

"Om-"

The vibration of the mobile phone awakened Mei Sijun.

He picked up his phone and saw that it was Yang calling.

What a strange dream... He drank a sip of tea, feeling a little dazed, and it turned out that he dreamed of Nanzhifang, which he hadn't visited yet.

When Nanzhifang flourished, it was almost a hundred years ago. It seems that this ultimate game really made him think about it...

Mei Sijun pressed the answer button:
"OK, bye."

　There is another chapter to add more, on the way...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)