Hades sequence

Chapter 236 The hook in the dream
In ancient times, there were not as many entertainment facilities as there are in modern times. There were no mobile phones, computers, Internet cafes, bars, crazy horse shows and other entertainment projects. The biggest entertainment project for the ancients was listening to music and watching operas.

This kind of place for listening to music and watching operas has many names, depending on the size of the place, such as "Goulan", "Goulan House", "Washi" and "Jiaofang".

The pavilion building in front of you is a place for listening to music and watching operas.

"Is it Goulan?"

While Jiang Jiuguo was murmuring, laughter could be heard from time to time in the pavilion, mixed with clapping and shouting, and there was a faint echo of music.

hear these voices.

Considering the situation of the white cloth ghost, Jiang Jiuguo had reason to believe that the pavilion in front of him was a place for listening to music and watching operas.

of course.

The main reason why he speculates that the pavilion is a hook is that not long ago at the Northeast Hotel, he made Jiang Yan and other people in the hotel fall into a dream. According to the dream described by Jiang Yan.

The pavilion seems to be where Jiang Yan's dream is.

And if this is really the case.

Jiang Jiuguo couldn't help but keep his eyes on the words on the plaque, trying to see the text clearly. Unfortunately, after studying it for a long time, he still couldn't see it clearly. But even if he didn't see it clearly, he could vaguely guess the name.

"Jiaofangsi? Or something like Liyuan."

Liyuan, the ancient name for troupes and dramas.

But there was no time to think too much.

Familiar calls were coming out, and Jiang Jiuguo was subtly attracted to enter the pavilion.

Jiang Jiuguo frowned. To be honest, if this was the previous cave, he might have entered. After all, he knew that there was only one white cloth female ghost in the cave.

But now it's different.

The pavilion is like the scene in Jiang Yan's dream. In other words, there are not only female ghosts in white cloth in this pavilion, but there are also other ghosts most likely. They are sitting in the auditorium in front of the stage watching the show.

Maybe the laughter and laughter heard were coming from the ghosts watching the theater.

Due to his improved strength, Jiang Jiuguo became somewhat resistant to the call. After listening for a while, he could no longer resist the urge and walked into the pavilion.

Enter it.

First come to the hall of the pavilion. The dark wooden tables and chairs are neatly arranged, showing the luxury and elegance of ancient times.

It is said that in ancient times, there was a time when listening to music on the hook was arty, and literati liked to dance and express their talents in it.

Not only that.

Ancient Goulan music listening places were different from brothels. Although they were accompanied by women, these women were called oirans. They were proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and they only sold their skills but not their bodies.

The literati showed their talents in it. If they were favored by the oiran, they could be invited by the oiran to enjoy delicious food and wine in the company of beauties.

The hall is the favorite place for literati, because the oiran will choose the favorite literati here.

however.

It was such a poetic and picturesque place. When Jiang Jiuguo walked into it, all he felt was the coldness.

There was no one in the hall.

No one could be found on the tables, chairs, or in any corner of the hall. Even the previous laughter and laughter disappeared the moment they entered the hall.

Everything was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and you could hear your own heartbeat clearly.

Stand in the middle of the hall.

Jiang Jiuguo looked around every corner, trying to find a figure, or a ghost, but found nothing, only a stinging sensation in his eyes from time to time.

It seems that ghost eyes came to this place and wanted to listen to music, so they became restless.

It's hard not to doubt that the ghost eyes are actually a pervert.

But there was no time to think about it, the call for guidance in my heart was still intensifying. Obviously, the white cloth female ghost was not in the Goulan Hall.

Jiang Jiuguo chose to move on, following the call's guidance and heading towards an aisle on the left side of the hall.

This road is not long.

If you go there with a relaxed mood, you will find it has a different flavor, because the corridors are lined with paintings.There are landscape paintings, galloping horses, beauties taking a bath, etc.

These paintings are placed outside. Any one of them is of Chinese painting quality and can easily fetch tens of millions of dollars.

Sudden.

Jiang Fang stopped suddenly and was attracted by one of the paintings. To be precise... seductive.

This is a picture of a beauty.

The woman is wearing an ancient white long dress, and the silk and satin on her body is floating in the mist as she dances. She is truly as beautiful as a beauty turning into an immortal.

So beautiful.

Not only are the paintings beautiful, but the beauties in the paintings are also beautiful.

It is hard to imagine whether there really was such a beautiful woman in ancient times, and if so, whether she really looked like the one in the painting.

However, Jiang Jiuguo's attention was not on the beauty at all, he was staring straight at the dancing posture of the beauty in the painting.

Like.

so similar!
Not only is it a resemblance, it is exactly the same. After he triggered the curse of the White Cloth Female Ghost and became the 'White Cloth Female Ghost', the dance he performed was the dance of the beauty in the painting.

"Is she a white cloth ghost?"

Jiang Jiuguo stared at the beauty in the painting, and the female ghost in white cloth suddenly appeared in his mind. The two kept dancing, gradually getting closer to each other, and finally their bodies fit together perfectly.

No matter the dance posture, posture, body shape, gestures, etc., they all look like they were carved out of the same mold.

The only difference is.

The white cloth female ghost has terrifying skin and her face is covered with white cloth, which only gives people horror.

The beauty in the painting is stunningly beautiful. Even though the painting is a back view without a frontal face, it is not an exaggeration to say that her beauty is a disaster that has captivated the country.

"Is this what the ghost in white cloth looked like when she was alive?" Jiang Jiuguo couldn't help but have an idea.

This idea is shocking. If she really looked like a ghost in white cloth, it would be evidence that ghosts existed in ancient times.

It even goes further to prove that ghosts and humans are not different species, they are actually transformed from humans.

Can't help but.

Jiang Jiuguo couldn't help but take a second look at the beauty painting, but even after taking a second look, a horrifying scene appeared and the painting moved.

The beauty in the painting noticed the gaze, turned her back to Jiang Jiuguo, and slowly turned around. Even though he was always careful about everything, Jiang Jiuguo was still frightened.

Instinctively take a step back.

The ghost eyes were activated instantly.

Perhaps it was due to the curse of being assimilated with the white cloth ghost. He had a hunch that it would never be a good thing if the beauty in the painting turned around.ha
But he didn't want to let go of the beauty painting easily.

This may be an opportunity to learn about the white cloth female ghost, and may also be evidence that ghosts existed in ancient times.

next moment.

Jiang Jiuguo made an astonishing move. Before the beauty in the painting turned around, he took off the painting and quickly rolled it into a scroll.

Time passed little by little.

After waiting for four or five seconds, there was no movement from the scroll in his hand, and Jiang Jiuguo felt relieved.

"It's exactly what I thought. As long as I roll it up and draw it, the woman in the picture can't see me and nothing will happen."

He sweated over his madness, but wealth was found in danger, and the facts proved that he was right.

I simply calmed down my mood.

Jiang Jiuguo continued to walk deeper into the corridor. He did not miss every painting on the way, and looked at them one by one, trying to find whether they were related to the white cloth ghost.

Unfortunately not.

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(End of this chapter)