My master is the coffin

Chapter 91 Female Ghost
We asked the thin man a few words, but he still couldn't explain clearly.No way, Wushuang and I had no choice but to get him out of here.

This alley is very strange.Totally a dead end.There are no doors inside, just high walls.It's just such a dead end, where can the fat man go?

Climb the wall and run?Impossible, because with his stature, it is impossible to climb the wall here.

Both Wushuang and I are injured, and we don't have much strength at all. Every step we take takes a breath of air in pain, and now we have to support the thin man.Although the kid didn't weigh much, it was still tiring.

By the time we finally got out of the alley, I was sweating profusely.These sweats are both tired and painful.

The thin man was lying on the ground and sleeping soundly, while Wushuang and I sat on the ground, looked at each other and smiled wryly.A few minutes later, both of us were too tired to fall asleep.After all, we have been tossing for a day and a night, and we are really tired.

When I was sleeping happily, I suddenly heard someone arguing.I turned over impatiently.Going to sleep on.

Just turning over like this, I suddenly realized that I was sleeping on the street now.

I opened my eyes and saw a few old men doing morning exercises surrounding us.

And one of them was dressed casually and had a wretched face. He was staring at Wushuang, and said nonsense, "Little girl, follow uncle home. What's the matter with sleeping on the main road? Inside uncle's house There are beds and quilts, warm and soft."

While speaking, he stretched out his hand to touch Wushuang's face.A group of old men around laughed.

Wushuang blushed with anger: "I warn you, get out of here."

The old man turned down all over his face: "Yo, the little girl is not short-tempered." He stretched out his hand again while talking.

This time Wushuang didn't say anything else, grabbed the mahogany sword and swiped it.

The mahogany sword in our hands is not just mahogany, we have to raise the sword every day, so when we cut it up, a big hole appeared in the old man's arm, and blood oozes from it.

The wound looked terrifying, but in fact Wushuang was merciless.Because although the wound was long, it was very shallow, at most it was considered a skin trauma, and even the large blood vessels were not cut.You know, if Wushuang strikes with all his strength, the old man's entire arm may be gone.

In other words, when the old man saw that his arm was cut, he panicked for a while.Immediately afterwards, it was discovered that it was only a skin trauma, and there was nothing serious at all, and his expression became arrogant again.

His old companions said one after another: "Old Zhang, are you okay? You are old, and you can't even eat a little girl?"

Wushuang stood up abruptly.The hand holding the mahogany sword trembled slightly, and I knew that she might have murderous intentions.

That wretched old man was coaxed by his old friends around him, and immediately couldn't hold back his face.Suddenly he began to cry, covering his arms, and shouted: "Oh my god, it hurts me to death, I am killing people in the street, I have to go to the hospital to see a doctor..."

Wushuang was holding the mahogany sword and was going to cut it.Now that the old man was actually crying, she was a little flustered for a while.Looked at me for help.

I felt refreshed in my heart: "Shouldn't it be up to me to meet such an incomprehensible fool?"

I walked over and patted her on the shoulder, signaling to be calm.

At this time, the old man's friends began to act as peacemakers, and persuaded Wushuang: "You see, the old man has a headache, no matter how old he is, how about it, you can give the old man a little money and let the old man take some medicine."

I snorted coldly.Walking over with the mahogany sword in hand, he kicked the old man's thigh. The old man staggered and fell to the ground, crying even louder: "No, my leg is broken..."

I held a mahogany sword in my hand, and I made a gesture to chop at his neck.

Either my mahogany sword is full of bloody smell, or my appearance is too fierce.The old man suddenly showed timidity, he struggled and fled away.

The old men around were still talking, so I carried the mahogany sword on my shoulders, as if I was collecting protection fees: "Brother was drunk a few nights, and slept on your land, why? The old men won't give it to me." Face?"

The persimmons were pinched softly, and the old men left me in a hurry when they saw that I was losing my temper.

I helped the thin man up, and was about to ask him where the fat man went.Suddenly, a hand patted my shoulder.

I don't know if I've seen a ghost recently, so I feel disgusted when others pat me on the shoulder, so I turned around with a stinky face and asked angrily, "Who is it?"

Behind me stood an old man who was fairly well dressed.

It's a pity that the battle just now made me lose all goodwill towards the old man. When I saw this neat old man, I only had one thought in my mind: "A beast in clothes."

The old man was not angry when he saw that my complexion was not good. He just hesitated for a few seconds, and then asked: "Young man, when I was doing morning exercises this morning, I saw the three of you sleeping here. Have you... been there?" The alley across the way."

I looked at the alley opposite, and then at the old man beside me: "I've been there, what's the matter?"

The old man's expression became cautious: "You guys, did you meet something?"

As soon as the old man said this, I became interested, and I leaned over and asked, "How do you know? Have you encountered it before?"

The old man nodded: "Yes, I have encountered it too."

I quickly asked him: "What's going on?"

But the old man was not in a hurry to talk, he looked around and pointed to a mutton steamed bun not far away: "How about we have breakfast over there? Talk while eating."

The thin man's stinginess came: "Master, we have no money, you old man, you are the food holder that was spread earlier, right?"

The old man smiled wryly: "I'll treat you to this meal. Hey, you young people are quite cautious, but let's make it early. How about asking for a favor?"

We followed the old man and walked slowly towards the breakfast stall.On the way, the thin man also talked about what he saw last night.

It turned out that yesterday the thin man was eager to find the soul of his younger brother who beat him. He thought that he would see a ghost when he walked into the alley.

Unexpectedly, when the two of them reached the deepest part of the alley, the fat man suddenly reached out and knocked on the wall twice, and said from the inside: "Lady, open the door."

Then, a pair of snow-white hands stretched out from inside, seeming to be singing, but also seeming to read: "A good pair of phoenixes, tonight's festivities." Then he stretched out his hand and dragged the fat man in.

The thin man scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously, and when he touched the wall again, it was cold and hard, and it was impossible to pass through.

He had no choice but to look up, and then took two steps towards the run-up, sprinting upwards with all his strength, intending to grab the top of the wall and climb up.

However, who knew that his head had just passed the top of the wall, and before he had time to look inside, a face suddenly protruded from the top of the wall.

Although the thin man had seen a ghost before, he couldn't hold back the sudden shock and fell down immediately.

Unbiased, there is a half brick in the alley.The thin man knocked his head right on it.I felt stares in my eyes at once, struggled twice, and couldn't get up again.

Afterwards, he leaned against the wall and thought about it slowly. After this slowing down, the things behind him were not very clear.

When we said this, we had already done it early.

The boss brought up a bowl of steamed mutton.All three of us were starving.But this thing is hot, so it looks very funny as long as you suck and eat while blowing.

The old man had a good time, chewing slowly.While eating, he said quietly: "That alley was not deserted before. People came and went, and it was lively. However, something happened later, and it was abandoned."

I asked while eating: "Something went wrong? Did a female ghost appear?"

The old man nodded: "It turns out that this alley is not a dead end. There is a door inside, and inside the door is an opera garden. There is a troupe singing in it. When I was young, I liked to lie on the gate when I had nothing to do. Since then I watched, listened to, and watched the opera through the crack of the door. Later, for some reason, an actor died there. After a few months of support, the troupe also disbanded."

As soon as the old man said this, I suddenly remembered that the drumbeats I heard last night were obviously the sound of gongs and drums on the stage.And the few people we saw were all facial makeup in Peking Opera.

When I explained the situation, the old man nodded: "You should be right. I was young when the theater troupe disbanded. I didn't know why it was disbanded at the time, but I remember that on the day they were disbanded, all the opera troupes washed up one after another. They all carried a small bundle and said goodbye at the entrance of the alley. Some of those people were laughing, some were crying, and some were silent.

"Although I was young at that time, I felt a little emotional in my heart. I thought that once the troupe left, I would not know where to go to see the theater in the future. Before I knew it, I walked into the theater garden. When I walked in , I saw the old troupe master squatting on the ground and burning things. He burned a lot of clothes, face masks, gongs and drums used for singing.

"At that time, I thought it was a pity. I said to the class leader: 'Don't burn it, leave one or two pieces for me to play with.' The old class leader said tearfully: 'These are all Hongxi things, children, don't be blind Take it for fun.' After saying this, he stopped talking to me."

I looked at the old man suspiciously: "Who is Hongxi?"

The old man took a sip of the soup and said, "Hongxi is the actor who died back then. I was too young at the time, and I didn't even know that Hongxi was dead. I only found out about this later."

Obviously, the old man's words attracted us all, and we all asked, "Is the female ghost in the alley Hongxi?"

The old man shook his head: "You can say it's Hongxi, or you can say it's not Hongxi."

I was a little surprised: "How do you say this? Why is it so and not?"

(End of this chapter)