After the funeral live broadcast, my paper shop exploded

Chapter 222 Entering the Mystery to Find People ([-])

After all, it is a ghost, and it would be more reasonable to follow the not-so-good idea.

Mr. Wang swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Even if the two paper figurines are not counted, how can he, his aunt, the man who appeared halfway, and Gu Ling, share the two positions.

"Is this the rule? Can the two sit in the same seat, for example, I carry my aunt on my back, and you carry Master Gu on my back."

Huo Shiyuan didn't mind coming, but Gu Ling smiled.

She and Huo Shiyuan, who hugs whom, seems to have a precedent.

Gu Ling stopped guessing so much. "Your aunt has lost her soul, and she can't do much in this state. Let's put her in the tree house, and I will let the black and white words help to guard. Since Huo Shiyuan is here to help, let's take precautions nearby. I will watch the show with you." go."

Time flies, and it seems to be a plus here.

The stage was also gradually completed. Behind the stage, a piece of blue cloth was hung as the bottom curtain. In front of the stage, a piece of purple cloth was hung on the crossbar to make a screen. A gas lamp was placed on each end of the crossbar.

The lamp wick was very bright, and the lighting was very large. On both sides of the stage, it was tied up tightly with kang mats. Various colored ribbons not only played a role in beautifying it, but also covered some unsightly details. Soon, it was neat and square. That's how the real open-air stage was done.

As the sky darkened, the dolls took their seats one after another, leaving two empty seats. Gu Ling and Mr. Wang sat down.

Before they sat down, both Huo Shiyuan and Aunt Wang were disturbed to varying degrees, but Aunt Wang was soulless and left as soon as those things touched her, not interested at all. As for those who went to find Huo Shiyuan, It directly became his nourishment, and no one could run back to return to his life, so it didn't cause any commotion for the time being.

On the stage, babbling and babbling began to sing.

Mr. Wang felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, because things in the front, back, left, and left suddenly turned their heads to look at him, but Gu Ling purely admired it, as if he was really just watching a show.

Mr. Wang really has to sigh with emotion, he deserves to eat this bowl of rice, and his psychological quality is not ordinary.

Before Mr. Wang could worship a few more times, the singing voice stopped abruptly, and the man in the long gown turned pale, expressing that he needed an audience.

Mr. Wang was terrified, but Gu Ling raised her hand: "Can I?"

As soon as the voice fell, all "people" looked at Gu Ling.

Gu Ling got up, walked to the stage under the eyes of everyone, and stretched out his hand to the man in the long gown. He was stunned for a moment before touching Gu Ling, and then pulled her directly onto the stage.

"You're new, don't show it. You won't be able to get off the stage if you please the people in the audience." The man in the long coat said expressionlessly.

Gu Ling nodded, and waved to everyone in the audience: "Today at Guibao Land, the little girl has nothing to show for it, so let's play a Huangmei Opera for everyone."

Then with a gesture and a look, he went from being a spectator to a famous actress on stage. "To save Li Lang~Leaving his homeland, who would have thought that he would be the number one scholar in the imperial list, the number one scholar, wearing a red robe, wearing a palace flower in a hat, so fresh~I have also been to the Qionglin Banquet...for the affectionate Mr. Li, the love of husband and wife The flowers are perfect and the moon is full."

When he raised his eyes, his eyes streamed, and he was stunned by Mr. Wang, and also confused by Huo Shiyuan.

The stern little Taoist nun when we first met, and Gu Ling, who said that she was the only one with almost zero EQ in getting along with each other, still have this hand?

It seemed that Huo Shiyuan's eyes were too hot, and Gu Ling glanced over. These days, no one has a secondary skill.

The people in the audience raised their heads and looked at Gu Ling. Not only did Gu Ling not feel awkward, she asked, "Why don't you applaud?"

Mr. Wang: ...don't dare to move.

Huo Shiyuan: ...What should I do if I raised my hand subconsciously, but fortunately I held back.

The man in the gown applauded, and all the figures below applauded, but they couldn't make any sound, like puppets or shadows without thinking.

Gu Ling didn't care too much, and asked herself if she could go down. "The drama here is just like that. It's been a long time since there was a new opera. Alas, I have read [-] operas by heart. It's boring, especially boring."

The man in the long coat rolled his eyes: "Do you know three hundred operas?"

"That's right." Gu Ling only knows this song, but it doesn't prevent her from fooling around.

"Then why don't you stay and sing for us." The gowned ghost said, the emotion in his eyes was finally no longer cold, but a need, a possessive desire.

Seeing this, Gu Ling felt relieved. It seems that the knot of this ghost is the man in the long gown, and the man in the long gown is someone who wants something.

From the time she came in, she found that neither the long neck behind the flower wall nor the people who carried things had any sanity. Even the singers kept repeating those two songs, and every expression was fixed, with a kind of mechanical Feel.

Opera is not a dull humming.

And there is only one person who has emotions and appreciates it. It is not difficult to know that he is the knot of this ghost.

Seeing him take the bait, Gu Ling said: "Oh, I can't remember now. I passed by here to find a friend of mine. If I can find her, I will definitely be able to sing the three hundred capitals, or write it down."

The emotion in the man's eyes grew stronger. "No one is more familiar with this place than me, man, tell me, who is the name of the friend you are looking for."

"Wang Shihua." Gu Ling also read out her birth date.

The man in the long gown closed his eyes and meditated for a while, then his fingers fell on a Huadan whose face was covered in oil paint. "she?"

Only then did Gu Ling realize that the soul she was looking for was right in front of her eyes.

What a blind spot.

Ordinary people who would want to get it.

Gu Ling walked over and verified with a secret method that it was indeed Wang Shihua.

"Use her for three hundred songs, exchange?"

"She is my favorite Huadan, look at this figure, if it was 100 years ago, she would definitely be a character~"

"Not only will I give you the song, but I will also stay here until you know how to sing it, how about it?"

The long-clothed man seemed to automatically think that Gu Ling wanted to stay and sing for him, so he tilted his head at Wang Shihua, and Wang Shihua walked up to Gu Ling, and Gu Ling immediately took her to the tree house.

The man in the long gown dodged to block her.

Gu Ling directly threw two paper puppets out of her satchel. The two paper puppets were like twins. They had slim waists, long legs and a first-class figure. They even brought their own costumes and sang another style of opera.

"I was originally from Wollongong, and I discussed yin and yang like turning my back to protect the world. The late emperor went to Nanyang to invite three imperial drivers, and it counted as a three-pointer of the Han family's fortune... I dedicated Jingzhou to Xinye and burned it. I took the people across the Yangtze River until the Han Dynasty. Tianjin."

The man in the long gown was attracted, Gu Ling immediately asked Mr. Wang to follow, they went up to the tree house, and quickly stuffed Wang Shihua into her body.

"No, she is repelling." After staying here for a long time, she has been internalized as a part of it.

She subconsciously believed that she belonged to this ghost.

Mr. Wang looked at his watch, and there were only 5 minutes left. My aunt still had a weird face, unable to enter her body.

He couldn't help but let out a long howl. "Auntie! Auntie, it's me. I'm Wang Ergou, Auntie. Come in quickly. I'll take you away after you go in. Let's take a look at my home and my relatives. I'm rich now, and I have a lot of houses. , Shop, haven’t you always liked Sun Wukong? Come in, I’ll take you to find the actors in it right now, you can meet whoever you want, and I’ll ask them to sign for you. Didn’t you say that the women in it are all beautiful? ...."

Seeing that there was only 1 minute left, Mr. Wang uttered a mournful cry. "Auntie, do you want me to stay here with you too, okay, don't come in, I'll stay here too!"

Gu Ling was about to use rough methods, but Wang Shihua, who had always been like a wooden figure, finally moved. She seemed to be stimulated and fell into her body.

Then, the body let out a sigh.

Even if her eyes were not opened, it meant that she had entered her body.

Gu Ling breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Mr. Wang: "Okay, your aunt's soul is in her body now, we have to leave here immediately, or else~"

Before the words fell, there was movement under the tree house, and white paper flew in. "Those things are hanging around under the tree, and they're starting to cut down."

Gu Ling walked out and took a look. Sure enough, a steady stream of human-shaped black shadows came towards this side. Mr. Wang took a step behind his aunt, but he also saw this scene, and he took a breath: "What should I do?"

唰、

Seeing that Wang Shihua's matter had been settled here, Huo Shiyuan quickly jumped over and took away a puppet made of Yin Qi with one claw.

With Huo Shiyuan's joining, Gu Ling also released black and white letters to fight against these cloudy air masses, and soon returned to the place where the tree hole was before.

Gu Ling immediately let everyone in, and Mr. Wang was moved to tears, thinking that after he left safely, he had to give Gu Ling one billion.

After Huo Shiyuan was forced into the tree hole, Gu Ling blew a whistle, several tall paper figures, each carrying a urea bag, appeared on the road, and approached Gu Ling quickly, and when they landed, they were full of urea. The bags were thrown at Gu Ling's feet, and they also turned into palm-sized pieces of paper and entered Gu Ling's satchel.

It turned out that those paper people had already put away all the precious wild medicinal materials in a place.

Sometimes it’s not that traditional Chinese medicine is useless, it’s that good things are exported or they can’t supply such a large demand, and they are basically cultivated artificially. Seeing the high-value wild Chinese medicinal materials here with their own eyes, Gu Ling didn’t want to return empty-handed.

After all, she also sang a song, if she doesn't tip herself, then she will get some tip herself.

Thinking about it this way, Gu Lingling didn't have two points of embarrassment in the first place, but now she has zero points. Looking at the man in long gown who was staring at herself and reluctant to listen to the new opera, Gu Ling waved at him and collected the medicinal materials With the little paper people, she also turned around and entered the tree hole.

As for the two opera paper figurines, they have formations behind them. As long as they finish the teaching of [-] songs, they will naturally come back.

Gu Ling left this place without burden.

A group of people left the tree hole to see the light of day again, several bodyguards surrounded them, helped Mr. Wang to support Aunt Wang, and boarded the helicopter.

However, the space for the helicopter was limited, so Mr. Wang looked at Gu Ling in embarrassment. He thought about calling another car, but Gu Ling shook his head. "I can go back by myself, you go first, now she has just returned to her soul, she needs nutrition and the help of modern medical treatment, if there is any problem, please come to me at any time."

Mr. Wang shook Gu Ling's hand gratefully, turned around and boarded the helicopter.

Suddenly, suddenly, suddenly, the helicopter lifted off and headed towards the sky.

　The big long chapter makes up for the short chapter the day before yesterday.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)