My staff is inhuman

Chapter 17
"Dong dong dong..."

Zhang Yi opened his eyes, and there was a row of people standing in front of him, neatly dressed in costumes, standing there motionless like a sculpture.

I am not dead?

The playing and singing outside is very lively.

Apparently tonight's unboxing has begun.

Zhang Yi tried to raise his hand, but his limbs were as stiff as wood, and he couldn't lift it even a little bit.

At this time, he looked at the mirror on the dressing table.

In the mirror, he had thick makeup on his face, a beard, and clothes that old officials would wear.

Is this going to act by yourself?
It seems that it is not an ordinary team.

"Next time, blood splatters black yarn."

"it is good!!"

After the outside announcer finished speaking, there was a burst of applause.

Blood splattered on black yarn?
Why is this drama again?
Wait, it won't be me, will it?

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The gong sounded, and the people standing in front had already started to walk out step by step.

He raised his feet and followed these people step by step.

"Quick, quick, keep up, keep up."

Sandan's voice came, urging the backstage people to move forward. Today he is in charge of acting as the urging person.

"Xiao Geng, you've become a horn too!"

Sandan walked up to Zhang Yi, staring at him with bright eyes.

Sandan in front of him seemed a little out of his mind, he reached out and groped for the costume on Zhang Yi's body: "When will I be able to be like you and become a horn?"

Seeing Sandan pulling up his sleeve with a sick face and rubbing it on his cheek, Zhang Yi felt more and more uneasy.

"At that time, you will be the corner of our team, and you can eat whatever you want."

As San Dan spoke, his expression became ferocious.

"Why you, why do so many people in the class get you to play the role!"

Veins appeared on his face, and bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyeballs.

Approaching Zhang Yi step by step.

A stench of corruption came out of his mouth, and Zhang Yi couldn't help but think of the stench of Director Li and others on the bus last time.

"Dong Dong Dong!!"

At this time, the sound of gongs on the stage became more and more urgent, and San Dan seemed to have just remembered what he was going to do.

He turned around and pushed the people in front of him to move forward.

"Quick, it's your turn to play."

After several people were pushed onto the stage, Zhang Yi's body continued to move forward naturally, and came to the curtain of the upward door.

Through the door curtain, Zhang Yi raised his eyebrows. The voice sounded very familiar, it was Mrs. Qing's voice.

The body moved slightly sideways a few times, and looked out through the gap in the door curtain.

I didn't see Mrs. Qing, but I saw Brother Li wearing women's clothes, wearing a gold hairpin wig, twiddling flowers with his fingers, and holding a silk scarf in his hand.

"Full of resentment and resentment..."

The expression is charming and resentful, although it is a man, it looks like a female.

Zhang Yi felt goosebumps all over his body.

In a daze, he saw Mrs. Qing's figure on Brother Li's body.

"No, he's not Brother Li, he's Mrs. Qing!"

He raised his head and looked up, and saw that unrecognizable evil ghost was squatting on the beam, holding the rope with both hands, grinning ferociously.

Mrs. Qing was clutched by the hemp rope, like an animal bound by iron chains, and she could only use Li Ge's body to sing the opera in a mournful voice.

Everyone in the audience applauded.

"Well, well! Well sung, well sung."

Sandan stood aside and clapped his hands.

"Well... what am I going to play next?" It was his turn to appear next, and Zhang Yi didn't know what would happen, so he asked Sandan.

Sandan was stunned for a moment, tilted his head to look at Zhang Yi, and picked up the sword from the prop table beside him.

"This play is called Blood Splattered on Black Shades. It's about an upright official who handles a wrong case and kills someone by mistake. After you learn the truth, you draw your sword and kill yourself."

Hearing Sandan's words, Zhang Yi suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Sister Dan, was this the same play before committing suicide?"

"Yes, it's also this one."

Zhang Yi seemed to understand that in his next fate, he might wipe his neck like Yang Dan.

"Come on, come on, it's your turn to play soon, we can eat meat tonight, we can eat meat."

Sandan's current state is similar to that of the employees in the bus. He should have realized that he is not human, but he has not fully realized it yet.

But it is only a matter of time before he completely becomes a ghost.

At this time, Zhang Yi saw the thermos bottle that he put in the corner.

"Sandan, I'm a little thirsty, can you give me some water?"

"Do you want a drink of water?"

"No, you can't drink water when you're on stage, and I'll drink it for you when you step off stage."

Three eggs shook his head.

"Three eggs, I'm going to be a horn right now. When I become a horn in the future, I'll let you follow me. Whatever I eat in the future, you eat, okay?"

"Really?"

"Really, when have I lied to you?"

Sandan looked at the thermos in the corner: "But this is against the rules."

"It's okay, I won't tell, no one will know."

Sandan walked to the thermos, looked back at Zhang Yi, and saw that he nodded affirmatively towards him, so he picked up the thermos.

"give me!"

Zhang Yi raised his stiff hand to pick up the thermos.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Hearing the sound of the gong on the stage, Sandan suddenly withdrew his hand and put the thermos behind him: "Quick, quick, it's your turn to go on stage."

"But I want to drink water first!"

"It's too late, hurry up, be late, the foreman will kill me."

Zhang Yi stretched his thighs hard, he knew that if he got on stage, he would only die.

"Wait, you can give me the kettle."

Sandan is not big in size, but his strength is astonishing.

Pushing hard, Zhang Yi's feet wiped the floor and moved forward, unable to stop at all.

"Boom!"

There was a sound like shattering glass.

"Boom!"

Sandan fell to the ground, his whole body covered with a thick layer of icicles.

Zhang Yi looked back and found that it was Dai Moli.

"How did you come?"

"You'll die if I don't come." Dai Moli rolled her eyes at Zhang Yi: "I sensed that something was wrong, so I crawled out by myself. The people here have already started to wake up. Find a way to get out of here."

Dai Moli pulled Zhang Yi a few times, but found that Zhang Yi didn't move at all.

"There seems to be something wrong with me now, what can you do?"

Dai Moli shook her head: "This is a curse cast by an evil spirit. I don't know how to undo it."

She gently opened the door curtain with her fingers, and glanced sideways.

"what,

Is it quite lively?

With so many guests, how much do you think a show can make? "

"A lot, but what does it have to do with me, first find a way to help me break the curse."

Zhang Yi was still troubled by the spell on his body and couldn't undo it, but Dai Moli saw something.

"Is she Mrs. Qing?"

"Um,"

"It's not the power of evil spirits that binds Mrs. Qing. Try to see if you can find a way to destroy that rope."

"You think this is something I can do??"

"Maybe, you can try the talisman in your hand."

"[Golden Light Talisman]?"

"No, it's [Jinghuo Talisman]. This talisman can stimulate your energy. Generally speaking, ghost spells are mainly used to suppress your energy and spirit. Using this talisman may help you break away from it." The curse on the body.

And the summoned fine fire can just burn off the rope on Mrs. Qing's head, but in this way, you have to risk getting as close to Mrs. Qing as possible. "

"Do you have to save Mrs. Qing??"

"We have no helpers. If we don't kill that evil spirit, we will all die."

Zhang Yi frowned, called out the account book, looked at the two remaining talismans, and glanced at the sword on the table...

"Push me on stage!"

"Dong dong dong..."

The sound of the gong beside the stage became more and more urgent, and the audience in the audience began to get a little impatient.

"Is it time to come out?"

"Yeah, the gong has been knocked twice, and if it doesn't come out, the show will be ruined."

The shallow discussions of the audience also attracted the sideways glances of the evil spirits on the beams.

He turned his head to look at the position of the Yang door on the stage.

At this moment, the door curtain was opened, and Zhang Yi came out from inside.

When he stepped on the stage with one foot, his limbs were controlled by a force.

"The wind is blowing, the sound of horses neighing on the ancient road..."

Quickly raise and slow down the eight-character step, holding a sword in Wusha.

Zhang Yi looked like an outsider at the moment, looking coldly at his body like an old troupe student who had practiced hard for many years, stepping onto the stage step by step, without even a single unnecessary movement.

The clothes on the audience's body are also strange and strange, and there are different kinds of clothes, and some clothes are obviously not from this era.

The theater itself is of the same nature as the massage shop.

Zhang Yi thought of the photo of his father enshrined in the background.

Could it be that my father also owns this theater?

Reminiscent of what Dai Moli once said, this place is like a prison, so sister-in-law Qing, could it be that my father imprisoned her here on purpose?
"Full of injustice and resentment!"

"Boom boom boom..." The sound of the gong became louder and more urgent.

Mrs. Qing faltered, knelt down in front of her with her confession in her hands.

"I hope my lord Xiang Li Mo Xiangguan, you are wronged me by investigating in detail!!"

It was originally a pure and flawless prop, but when Mrs. Qing pushed it in front of him, the vermilion blood stained the confession, leaving only the word "injustice".

It's Brother Li's face, but it's Sister Qing's face.

That pretty face turned from pink to pale, and his lips turned livid, a wave of resentment and indignation.

A line of blood and tears overflowed from the eye sockets.

Just like in this drama, Liu Shaoying, who defended his father, was desperate, and his blood was splashed on black yarn.

It's just that Mrs. Qing is worse than that, but she can't even splatter blood on black yarn.

The hemp rope around her neck tightly locked her, so that he could not live or die, and became a tool in this troupe, so that he could not live beyond life.

Zhang Yi's scalp was numb, and the hairs all over his body stood up.

Is this what my father did?
"it is good!!"

The audience has stood up excitedly.

"Dong dong dong..."

The sound of gongs, suona, and erhu became more and more piercing.

Everyone in the auditorium below held their breath, and Zhang Yi slowly raised the sword in his hand.

According to the last scene in the play, the official played by Zhang Yi knew that he had been wrongly convicted and regretted committing suicide.

Zhang Yi raised his head, and the evil ghost on the girder grinned at him.

There was playfulness and excitement in the crooked eyes.

"Om..."

But as the sword was unsheathed, the evil ghost's eyes widened, and an apricot-yellow talisman was stuck on the blade.

In an instant, a crimson flame rose from the sword, illuminating the stage at once.

(End of this chapter)