Zombie World: The Strongest Fighter

This theater is very spacious, in a large house, different theater groups come here one after another to sing on weekdays.

But today, the drama class that came here is somewhat special, this is a drama class that specializes in singing ghost plays, and other theater classes do not take this kind of work.

After Wu Feng and them came to the theater, they did not stand under the stage to watch, but quietly came to the ceiling, and the three sat on the beam, enjoying the ghost play.

On the stage, a big play is being staged, and Wu Feng has not studied the opera, so he can’t see what exactly he is singing.

And under the stage, there is a person standing, Wencai.

In the empty hall, only Wen Cai himself, nibbling on sugar cane, stood there watching the play, and from time to time applauded: “Good! 噫~~~”

“Isn’t this the stupid second apprentice of the ninth uncle?” Yan Lingsha said.

“Wen Cai is also here.” Su Jing was also curious.

Wu Feng said with a smile: “This silly boy, I guess I don’t know that this is a ghost play, and I thought it was a normal singing drama.” ”

“Hmm… This is highly possible. Yan Lingsha laughed.

However, they are not worried about Wen Cai’s safety, anyway, the three of them are here, even if they encounter an emergency, they can take Wen Cai away safely.

Oh Oh Oh ~~

On the stage, banging gongs and drums is not lively.

The people on the stage saw Wen Cai standing below, and they also gave him a strong look, telling him to leave quickly.

But Wen Cai didn’t listen, and he was still clapping, and there was really no one.

Whew~~

Suddenly, a dark wind swept through.

Outside the theater, a group of people walked in one after another, both men and women, but they all had a yin aura on their bodies, and these were all ghosts.

In the blink of an eye, the entire hall was full of ghosts, all of whom had died in Renjiazhen, and on this day of half July, they came to the Yang Realm.

And behind these ghosts, there are four ghosts, dressed like paper people, standing there with ghost whips in hand, staring at these revenants, who are responsible for escorting these ghosts.

But apparently, Wen Cai did not find out.

Wu Feng observed these revenants, he remembered that in the original work, there was a female ghost who appeared, and later the female ghost fell in love with the Ninth Uncle, and he didn’t know if it would appear here.

“Hey, what are you hiding here for? Why not go down to the play? ”

Suddenly, just behind Wu Feng and the three, there was a clear voice, Wu Feng looked back, and saw a purple-clothed girl sitting on the beam behind him, to be precise, this was a female ghost.

This purple-clothed female ghost looks like a fairy, and has an eccentric temperament, sitting there with a smile at the moment, blue silk flying, under the skirt, the snow legs are elegant, and a pair of white and tender little feet are dangling.

“Ghost Immortal!” Yan Lingsha was the first to exclaim.

“This girl… Is it a ghost fairy? Wu Feng frowned and asked.

Yan Lingsha nodded and whispered: “There will be no mistake, our Yan family and some ghost immortals in the Yin Division have god and ghost contracts, so they have dealt with each other more than once, this girl is definitely a ghost fairy.” ”

Wu Feng narrowed his eyes, he was sure that this purple-clothed ghost fairy was the mysterious female ghost who appeared in the original work.

The origin of this mysterious female ghost was not mentioned in the original work, but at this moment, Yan Lingsha said that this was a ghost fairy.

Ghost immortals are not ordinary ghosts that can be compared, because this kind of existence has important positions in the Yin Division.

For example, black and white impermanence, such as bull head and horse face, land judgment, etc., these existences who hold important positions in the Yin Cao Di Mansion can be called ghost immortals.

“Hey, let me ask you.” At this moment, the purple-clothed ghost fairy spoke.

Wu Feng said: “We are watching the drama above is spacious, how crowded it is below, it’s the same as taking the subway.” ”

“Subway?” The purple-clothed ghost immortal was stunned, and then said with a smile: “It seems that you can see those revenants below, not ordinary people.” ”

Wu Feng nodded and said, “That’s right, what is this young lady called?” ”

“Little sister? Hee hee hee ~ ~ people’s age, it is suitable to be your grandmother. The purple-clothed ghost fairy laughed.

Wu Feng’s face suddenly turned dark, how could this girl take advantage of it so much?

“Please don’t make such ethical jokes.” Wu Feng said.

“It’s true, people have been dead for many, many years~~” The purple-clothed ghost fairy smiled and said, “But you can call me A Zi.” ”

“A Zi…” Wu Feng nodded.

And at this time, at the door of the theater, Ninth Uncle and Qiu Sheng also came, and they found that Wen Cai ran to see the ghost play alone, and rushed to save them.

Ninth Uncle and Qiu Sheng looked inside the theater, and Qiu Sheng said: “Master, didn’t you say that tonight’s drama is sung to ghosts?” There wasn’t even a ghost here, only Wen Cai himself stood there stupidly. ”

Ninth Uncle knocked on Qiu Sheng’s head and said, “I haven’t opened my eyes yet, you can see a fart.” ”

“This is not right, even if I open my eyes, I can’t see the fart, master can you see the fart?” Qiu Sheng said with a playful smile.

“I’ll beat you a disciple who is not a disciple.” Ninth Uncle drank, knocked on Qiu Sheng’s head again, and then began to open Qiu Sheng’s eyes.

The willow leaves are stained with cow tears and are attached to people’s eyelids, allowing ordinary people to see ghosts.

Qiu Sheng pasted two willow leaves, glanced at the theater, and suddenly his face changed, because this time, Qiu Sheng saw a full of revenants standing in the theater, there were hundreds of them, this number, definitely more than five hundred.

“My mom.” Qiu Sheng turned around and was about to run, but was pulled by Ninth Uncle.

“What to run, don’t you want to save Wen Cai?” Ninth Uncle scolded.

Qiu Sheng snorted, and said angrily: “This dead literary talent will really cause me trouble, well, master, how do you say you can save him?” ”

Ninth Uncle pulled out a red thread, tied it to Qiu Sheng’s wrist, and said, “You go in now and bring Wen Cai over, remember, during this period, the red thread cannot be broken, otherwise, I will not be able to pull you out safely.” ”

“Okay, I see.” Qiu Sheng nodded and walked inside.

“Remember, no matter who you meet for a while, don’t talk to them and pretend you can’t see.” Ninth Uncle reminded.

“Good.”

Qiu Sheng said and walked into the theater.

In the ghostly theater, Qiu Sheng’s heart was empty, his eyes stared at Wen Cai, and he walked forward.

But at this moment, several revenants walked leisurely, just blocking Qiu Sheng’s way.

“I’m sorry to let a let.” Qiu Sheng said subconsciously.