Weird Talker

Chapter 98 Sing to the Stage
The four hurriedly fled to the high place on the river bank, but Mei Sijun, who has always been estranged and elegant, was a little reluctant to leave. He stared blankly at the river and murmured:
"The Terrace of the Living, the Play of the Dead... Tie lanterns, make paper men, fill the sky with white paper, fall into the water and turn into money... That is a shady play of Nanzhifang, it's them...it's Nanzhifang!"

Yang pressed him, the handsome young master of the Liyuan family seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit, seeing the river surging and corpses landing on the shore, he still wanted to rush to the river, wanting to see the real thing.

"Mei Sijun, you don't want to live anymore!"

Yang grabbed his hand desperately. Although his body didn't look like a big muscle mass, he had exercised extremely well, and his strength was beyond what Mei Sijun could resist.

Mei Sijun was pushed down on the high slope of the river bank, still struggling, talking non-stop: "The ancestors of the Mei family gathered the heads of a hundred families and wanted to form a school of their own. The living people have learned all the tricks, but the dead The play, the real dead man's play... Only Nanzhifang can do it, it doesn't teach it, and others can't understand it..."

"Nowadays the big drama is unfolding in front of my eyes, so what if I lose my life? Don't stop me, I want to see it for real..."

"So what if you saw clearly in the past? If you are dead, who will tell others how to sing dead scenes?" Yang pressed him, but did not let go, "You must live first, so that you can see more scenes!"

Mei Sijun finally stopped moving, and Qin Manjiang and Nie Yunzhen didn't continue running.

Because they discovered that the dead bodies crawling out from the bottom of the river were not coming towards them.

The white mist still shrouded the river, the paper figurines on the boat sang "The Lock Lin Bag", and the dead bodies crawled out of the river stood on the bank one by one, suddenly...

"I'm afraid that the spring will fade away in the flowing water, and I'm in a different mood."

"On auspicious days and good days, let's laugh, why do shark beads turn into tears?"

"Seeing Mrs. Hu is like hearing music from an empty mountain. Have you ever seen my husband and my Xuantai?"

"She bursts into tears, and her voice is intermittent, like a cuckoo, crying in another courtyard, or a monkey mourning in Baxia, touching the heart, so tragic."

"This is also a lesson from God. He taught me to put away remaining hatred, avoid coquettish anger, and reform myself, change my love, stop falling in love with passing water, turn around in bitter seas, and realize Lanyin early..."

"..."

The same libretto sounded on the bank of the river, the same sad and melodious, and the same weird and unspeakable.

Qin Manjiang and the others looked at the scene in front of them and were really puzzled, but Mei Sijun saw the way.

"I thought that the paper figurine on the boat sang "Lock Lin Nang" to wake up the dead bodies at the bottom of the river and come to surround us, but I never thought..."

The excitement and fear on his face coexisted: "The corpses at the bottom of the river are indeed awakened by it, but they are not with it..."

"One river and one bank, singing opposite each other, the same excerpt, the same singing style... This is a pair of operas..."

Mei Sijun looked at the dead bodies. Although the corpses crawled out from the bottom of the river had long since rotted, and the clothes on their bodies were also torn, it was difficult to tell them apart, but they could still be seen to some extent.

This was probably a hundred years ago...

If the paper figurine on the boat is Nanzhifang, then which theater troupe is the dead body at the bottom of the river that is singing against it?
The voices of the dead ghosts on both sides were sad and melodious, it was really weird, they sang until it was hard to see the sky in the early morning, and the surroundings became darker and darker.

The fog on the river also became thicker.

The two parties come and go, and the song "Suo Lin Nang" sings so darkly.

Suddenly—

The libretto came to an abrupt end, and a very thin female voice suddenly came out from a third party——

"The thief Li Bao is greedy for money and lustful,

The slave went to the magpie bridge.

Take away my beautiful silk,

headband,
Kill me and die in Huangquan..."

"What kind of drama is this again..." Qin Manjiang was at a loss, he didn't understand opera at all, or in other words, people of this generation knew very little about drama and opera.

Fortunately, there is Mr. Mei.

His complexion changed slightly, and he said: "It's changed... This is "Traveling the Yin Mountain", the ghost of death in vain, the collusion of yin and yang... not good!"

This time, Mei Sijun himself said: "Let's go! The new female ghost is going to take us all to the underworld!"

As soon as his voice fell, the sound of rushing water came from behind the four of them.

Looking back, no one is dumbfounded.

They were obviously hiding on the high slope of the river bank, and the front was where the two fierce ghosts confronted each other, but at this moment, when they turned their heads, a river appeared behind them!

Covered by mist, paper figurines stand on the boat, dead bodies patrol the banks, two identical rivers, and the four of them are sandwiched between the banks!

Seeing that the river is getting wider and wider, almost swallowing the river bank, the dead body is getting closer and closer.

At this time, Qin Manjiang had sharp eyes, and he saw several corpses floating and sinking in the water.

Look carefully, the costumes are completely different from other corpses, they are modern people!

But the corpse had been soaked in water until its skin and flesh had been separated, exposing the white finger bones, which looked particularly frightening.

But when the water surged and the soaked faces of the corpses appeared, all four of them were terrified.

The corpse in the river is the doctor Yan Xiao, the player Shen Kai, Zhong Xueran, dense forest, let me out, Xinxin, Chen Zhiyuan...

It's the others!
do you died?
Zhong Xueran held Sanqingling in his hand, and Yan Xiao also had a scalpel, how could he die so suddenly in such a place?
Are those corpses hallucinations?
Just thinking about it, all of a sudden, the four of them fell into the river with their feet empty!

It turned out that at some point, the two identical rivers that besieged them had quietly closed, completely engulfing the river bank, submerging the four of them in the river water.

The icy cold river immediately made the four of them tremble.

The black river water seemed to have some kind of suction, dragging them to sink.

Yang has the best physical strength, but even he can't break free from this terrifying suction...

The four struggled desperately, but they couldn't make any progress. From the shore, the river was not wide, but once they fell into the water, the river seemed to be wide and boundless. Wooden boats tied with lanterns drove over. Surrounding them, paper figurines stood at the bow of the boat, silently watching the four people floating and sinking in the water.

On each boat, masked rowers stretched out stiff hands to take off their masks.

But Mei Sijun shouted while struggling in the water: "Don't look at their faces!"

The three of Qin Manjiang immediately followed suit, Yang tried his best to pull the others, and finally pulled Nie Yunzhen and Mei Sijun to his side, but no matter what, he couldn't part his hands to catch Qin Manjiang.

Qin Manjiang's physical strength is average, it is really difficult for him to resist the suction of this majestic river.

Between ups and downs, there is already more time for sinking, and less time for floating up.

The icy cold river water choked into the lungs from the nasal cavity and mouth, burning and hurting.

His consciousness also quickly dissipated when his physical strength and oxygen were exhausted.

For the last time, I vaguely saw... Yang Zheng was swimming towards him with all his might...

The next moment... Qin Manjiang completely submerged into the bottom of the river.

Mei Sijun, Yang, and Nie Yunzhen stared blankly at the calm river, and after a while...

A familiar corpse floated up——

It was Qin Manjiang.

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