Weird Talker

Chapter 95
"Nanzhifang is gone."

Mei Sijun's first sentence was unexpected.

"No one can find the old site except the old theater troupe in Fucheng." Mei Sijun's complexion changed a little, "It's a taboo, and I only knew about it when I heard about it from my father's chats."

"Just now I dreamed of Nanzhifang a hundred years ago. It was a winter day, with heavy snowfall, and the New Year was approaching. The pillars of Nanzhifang committed suicide by throwing themselves into a well. The class leader Zhao Qigong found a group of newcomers and was going to regroup..."

He closed his eyes slightly, and spoke.

The dream didn't seem to be long, and it didn't reveal much information, but as he told it, everyone gradually had the impression of an old troupe in their minds.

"The fat boss Wang Youde fell in love with the new actor and called Zhao Qigong. Zhao Qigong said that there are six newcomers. I don't know which one he wants..."

He closed his voice, opened his eyes and looked at everyone: "This is where the dream ends."

Zhao Qigong, the leader of Nanzhifang, two fat and thin businessmen who are lustful and greedy for money, Yu Ji, the pillar of Tsing Yi who threw herself into a well, the overlord who disappeared, and the new amazing actor...

"Just judging from your dream, it's that Tsing Yi who committed suicide by throwing himself into the well who caused the trouble." Chen Zhiyuan said.

"Excuse me, you said that the modern Nanzhifang is a taboo in your industry, why?" asked the handsome old man Mi Lin.

Mei Sijun looked at him, and explained slowly: "One opera is quiet and quiet, and can communicate with ghosts and gods. The other opera is that in the past, operas were humble and often died unexpectedly, so they were full of resentment. After death, their souls lingered in the theater building."

"That's why troupes usually offer sacrifices to immortal gods for peace and to expel yin energy."

"My ancestors enshrined Patriarch Huaguang, who is the three-eyed Lord Ma in folklore."

He paused, stopped talking, and listened carefully to the sound of footsteps. It turned out that the owner of the coffee shop had brought tea.

It was also difficult for him, except for matsutake chicken soup, the others were really brought up together.

After he left, Mei Sijun took a sip of jasmine leaves to moisten his throat, and continued: "Other troupes also have their own offerings, but Nanzhifang never worships immortals and gods. Not only that, this troupe also accepts ghost plays."

"Shame?"

Xinxin's eyes widened, and she looked at Mei Sijun curiously.

Mei Sijun nodded slightly, and explained: "People have men and women, and operas are divided into yin and yang. As I said just now, operas are quiet and quiet, and are most popular with ghosts. When someone from a wealthy family dies, they often invite the opera troupe to sing day and night. The daytime performance is a live show. It is sung by people, but at night... it is sung by the dead."

Seeing that everyone seems to be completely unfamiliar with this dark play, Mei Sijun briefly introduced a few words:
"To sing yin opera, one must first worship the immortal gods enshrined in one's own family, and then find a healthy young opera singer. If the body is weak, the qi will be weak, and ghosts will easily haunt them, and they cannot have women. The old society believed that women were unclean and would offend the ancestors of ghosts. "

"There is a set of rituals before going on the stage. Before the third watch, the master's family will organize and present offerings. The ancestors from the family are invited, and ghosts who pass by can't be driven away."

"As soon as the third watch arrives, except for the theater troupe, all the living people leave the stage, go back to the house and close the doors and windows, and cannot come out and walk around."

"After the third watch, the opera troupe began to sing. The play was loved by the deceased. There were empty tables and chairs under the stage, and white rice with chopsticks on the table. They sang until the fourth watch."

"During the period of life, dan, jing, mo, ugliness, singing, reading, doing, and beating, all the procedures must be missed. If they are missing, they will anger ghosts. If they are less, they will encounter bad luck, and if they are serious, they will be seriously ill or even die directly."

"On the fourth watch, the play will be suspended. The main house will open the door to take the deceased home. You can't talk to the troupe during the whole process, and each will leave. All matters will be discussed after the sixth watch."

Rao Mei Sijun had already said it clearly enough, but it still gave people a headache.

There are simply too many strange rules, many of which are unnecessary in the eyes of modern people.

But in their eyes, maybe it was a mistake or omission in one of the links that led to the emergence of this ultimate game?

It is a strange story that has killed at least four players...

Moreover, even Yang, who has the most experience, has never heard of the strange story of [Huangquan Opera], which means that it has not been selected and executed by the strange story game for a long time, and the players of this generation do not know that there is such a strange story. .

"My head is already hurting." Let me go out and slump on a chair. "Is it a female ghost who committed suicide by throwing herself into a well, or did she not worship the gods and attract evil spirits?"

"It's also possible that the troupe made a mistake in the program of the shady opera, or something that should not have been attracted during the opera... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! It's so annoying!" Zhong Xueran also looked helpless.

Shen Ke had been listening silently. After Mei Sijun finished speaking, he suddenly asked: "But Mr. Mei, you still didn't say what happened to Nanzhifang in the end."

Mei Sijun was silent for a moment, looked at the tea in the cup, and said, "What else can I do? It's been a hundred years, so I'm naturally dead."

"only……"

He seemed a little unsure how to proceed.

"There is no basis for this matter. I heard it from my parents."

He made some preparations in advance.

Yang stared at him: "Please go ahead."

Mei Sijun and Yang looked at each other and nodded: "It's just that today, in the old troupes that survived in Fucheng, you can occasionally hear Nanzhifang's specialty... Farewell My Concubine."

"At night until the third watch, when time passes, there will be endless babbling and singing, like weeping and complaining, which is creepy."

After the words fell, everyone fell silent for a while.

"It's like a ghost lodging in the theater building." Chen Zhiyuan said in a low voice.

"By the way, the request of the strange talk is to go to Nanzhifang in three days. As you said, Nanzhifang is gone. Where is its old site?" Chen Zhiyuan continued to ask.

Mei Sijun's hand holding the teacup stopped suddenly, and then he said something that no one expected...

"The Nanzhifang theater building back then is now under the name of my Mei family, in an old house in the western suburbs of Fucheng."

Mei Sijun seemed to have expected everyone's reaction in this way, and slowly explained: "Zhao Qigong, the last class leader of Nanzhifang, was buried by my great-grandfather. Grandpa didn't say it, and our descendants dare not ask."

"Over the years, apart from cleaning once a month, that place has long been unoccupied."

After Mei Sijun finished speaking, he still looked in a slow manner, and even continued to drink tea leisurely.

But everyone has more or less understood why he was the one who had the dream and not someone else.

This young man who is so beautiful beyond gender has an aura that is incompatible with his peers.

He seems to try his best to blend into the world, but he seems clumsy and abrupt.

It seems that from the day he was born... he shouldn't live in this era.

"It's a good thing, at least we don't have to waste time looking for Nanzhifang." Chen Zhiyuan said.

"Besides that, everyone." Yang suddenly changed the subject, and his eyes swept over everyone one by one, "This time, the opening speech and game requirements, why didn't the word game be mentioned in the whole process?"

　There are two more chapters in a while, and one chapter is an hour later.

　　At midnight tonight, the book is on the shelves!I will post a ViP chapter at the buzzer first, and I will continue to update the VIP chapter tomorrow during the day!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)