Heroines: Opening Dialogue with Wu Zetian

At dawn, Yang Sijun got up, casually sipped a bowl of saozi noodles, got on the bungee car, and set off for Famen Town with the Shehuo Performance Troupe.

In Famen Town, there is a world-renowned Famen Temple, which is the place where Buddha Sakyamuni's relics are enshrined, and it was also a royal temple in the Tang Dynasty. In order to be lively, this time the temple fair also specially invited the Qin Opera Troupe and Shehuo to add to the fun.

The "chug-chug" sound of the bouncing car was mixed with the smell of diesel oil, coupled with the bumpy road, Yang Sijun almost spit out the contents of his stomach.

"Drink some water!" Yang Shuanhu took out a thermos cup and handed it to Yang Sijun, and said, "Now you know, it's not so easy for farmers to go out to earn a living."

Yang Sijun nodded, took a sip of hot tea, and stroked his stomach.

People from the performance troupe had already started to set up tents, and the nearby townspeople and the leaders of the town's cultural department also came over to shake hands with Yang Shuanhu and take a group photo with Yang Shuanhu.

Yang Sijun sat in the tent and looked outside, and said with a smile, "I never thought my dad would be so proud. Every day, the leader took a group photo."

Yang Lei, a makeup artist in the tent, mixed the paints and said, "Ms. Yang is a big celebrity now, and the country is now making every effort to develop intangible cultural heritage culture. It's time to catch up."

Yang Sijun looked at Yang Lei and whispered, "Brother Lei, what is the formula of your paint? Tell me secretly."

"I dare not say that, walls have ears, if someone steals it, our village's source of income will be gone."

"If you don't say it, don't say it, you are very skinny!"

Hearing this, Yang Lei blushed, and said, "Actually... Actually, I don't know the formula very well. I only know that Mrs. Yang often buys honey, noodles and lard. As for other ingredients or proportions, I just I don't know."

"Your Majesty! I'm just kidding you! Look at your cowardly look, haha, hurry up and put on makeup for me, the temple fair is about to begin."

"well!"

……

Yang Shuanhu walked in front of the team in a bouncing car with a banner saying "Chisha village is happy" hanging on the car.

Several bouncing cars followed closely behind, and Wu Song killed Pan Jinlian in the first car.

I saw a woman in white clothes cut into the neck by a knife, bloody, the knife was still flashing up and down as the bouncing car walked, and the man dressed as Wu Song stared with a fierce look on his face.

The onlookers took pictures with their mobile phones, with terrified expressions on their faces.

"My grandfather, this is too scary!"

"Your Majesty! Kill me to death!"

"This is too scary!"

It was Yang Sijun who was dressed as Pan Jinlian. Looking at the expressions of the people around her, the corners of her mouth gradually curved. It seemed that this time, she was very successful, and her bad luck would soon be gone.

On the next car were Ximen Qing and Ximen Qing's helpers, with sickles, bricks, benches and other items tied to their heads and chests without exception.

The convoy circled twice at the gate of the temple, and the surrounding crowd cheered a tsunami, which made Yang Shuanhu very satisfied.

When the convoy turned to the gate of the temple for the third time, Yang Sijun suddenly found that blood was oozing from the stone lion at the gate of the temple.

"Are my eyes dazed?"

Yang Sijun had an unbelievable expression on his face, looking around, time seemed to have stopped, and everyone was motionless.

A black cat ran towards Yang Sijun quickly, and then turned into a man wearing a black leather jacket and holding a Tang Hengdao.

"Secretary Xia?"

"Sister! This world is not as peaceful as you imagined. The reason why you have been unlucky is because you have been possessed by a spirit. Zha Kuaihuo can only help you control the spirit. To completely eliminate it, you have to personally Go to the world of strange spirits to eliminate the weirdness! Remember, the hymn of human beings is the hymn of courage!"

"No, what did you say? What strange spirit?"

"It's too late, sister, remember what I said!"

Xia Yuzhou took a step forward and pointed at Yang Sijun's forehead.

……

Opening his eyes again, Yang Sijun found himself lying on a grassland, with a red moon hanging in the sky, surrounded by thick fog.

The strange thing is that the fog seems to be afraid of herself, forming a circle of open space around her body, as long as Yang Sijun takes a step forward, the fog will automatically maintain the size of the circle of open space.

"What exactly is the ghost that Secretary Xia is talking about? The hymn of human beings is the hymn of courage? What exactly does this mean?"

"Hi! Is anyone there?"

Yang Sijun yelled several times in a row, but there seemed to be no response.

The fog was thick and boundless, and after walking for an unknown amount of time, Yang Sijun finally came to a small lake.

At this moment, a slug with three eyes surfaced out of the water, with dense spikes growing on its body, and countless corpses hanging from the spikes.

"Mom! Monster!!"

Yang Sijun was startled, turned around and ran away, and soon came to a headless statue with eyes carved on its hands, which looked very strange.

Yang Sijun didn't dare to stay, fled again, stepped on the ground, and when he opened his eyes again, he had come to a Japanese-style street, and all the surrounding fog had disappeared.

"This is... Wa Kingdom? How did I come here?"

Yang Sijun looked around, there was no one on the street, but when she raised her head, she screamed in fright.

I saw countless human head balloons floating in the air, and they were smiling at her, which looked very strange.

"Mom!"

Yang Sijun no longer hesitated, and quickly ran into the villa in front of him.

"I must be dreaming! I must be dreaming!"

Yang Sijun pinched himself hard and gasped in pain.

"It's not a dream!!"

Yang Sijun took several deep breaths, and looked at the shoe changing area beside him.

"A pair of men's leather shoes, a pair of women's high-heeled shoes, and a pair of children's shoes. It seems that there is a family of three living here."

Yang Sijun swallowed, and then walked towards the living room, where there were a lot of notebooks, and a gust of wind blew by, and there were dense swirls drawn on them.

"swirl?"

Yang Sijun reached out to pick up a notebook, which was written in the Japanese language. Yang Sijun couldn't understand it at all, and could only vaguely recognize the words "death" and "curse".

"Is it a curse?"

A photo fell out of the notebook. It was a group photo of a family of three, a long-haired woman in a white dress, a tall man with a cropped cut, and a little boy with a mushroom head.

"Tick tick tick..."

The crisp sound of water suddenly sounded, and Yang Sijun was so frightened that he threw the notebook and photos out of his hand.

"Ah ah ah..."

A strange and hoarse voice came, and Yang Sijun's scalp felt numb in an instant, and he quickly ran towards the door, but the door couldn't be opened at all.

"Help me! Help me!"

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