Suddenly there was this shouting voice in the white mist, and I almost sat on the ground.

The villagers of Eryetun knew the inside story, so it was impossible for them to come to watch the play.

Even if a few curious people sneak in, with such a big fog, they can't see the situation on the ship clearly, let alone cheer rashly.

The real audience is finally here tonight......

I squinted my eyes and looked towards the shore, and vaguely saw that there seemed to be a large number of dark figures gathered in the mist, and at a rough glance there must have been at least a hundred.

I was secretly surprised, this is not the 15th day of July when the ghost door is closed, where are there so many lonely ghosts?

Could it be that these are all passing Yin soldiers?

It seems that Lao He is right, there is indeed a disaster in Eryetun tonight.

I barely retracted my thoughts, and was about to continue singing, when Sang Lan suddenly walked over.

How did she 'come to power'? It's not her turn yet.

Sang Lan walked up to me, didn't sing or speak, just looked at me in a daze, her eyes were confused, as if she didn't know why she was here.

I looked at her for a while, and something began to feel wrong.

Her eyes were still bright, but they had completely changed.

It is said that even if a person wears makeup, it is nothing more than changing the eyeliner at the corners of the eyes, but she gives me the feeling that it is...... The woman in front of her is not Sang Lan at all!

I was in a state of panic when suddenly I felt a panny in my heart and almost faint with shortness of breath.

This feeling is not the first time for a long time, which means that Sang Lan really has an accident......

I endured the discomfort in my chest, trying to grab Sang Lan and ask her who she was.

But before I could stretch out my hand, a painful expression suddenly appeared on her face, and then her body shook and softened towards the ground.

I hurriedly hugged her, and before I could inquire about her condition, I was pulled by a strange sensation and turned my eyes to the shore.

It doesn't matter, my soul almost didn't scare.

A slender figure in green clothes was walking ashore ashore and heading towards the depths of the fog.

I'm too familiar with this back, she's not someone else, it's actually Sang Lan!

I hurriedly turned my head to check Sang Lan's pulse, but she was no longer breathing.

In an instant, my blood was cold.

It is indeed Sang Lan in my arms, and it is also Sang Lan who walks into the mist.

It's just that it was Sang Lan's soul that walked into the fog, and in my arms, it was just her gradually cooler body.

"Take care of Sang Lan!"

I didn't care about singing anymore, so I put down Sang Lan, shouted, and chased after the shore.

By the time she reached the shore, she had completely disappeared into the fog.

I rushed into the fog without hesitation, and within a few steps, goosebumps exploded.

When I was on the ship, I only vaguely saw that there seemed to be a lot of figures hidden in the fog. This time I walked into the fog and found that all the black pressure on the shore was full of 'people'!

This is not only over a hundred, but at least three or four hundred, four or five hundred.

These 'people' were shoulder to shoulder, staring in the direction of the river with fascinated expressions.

This gave me the illusion that I was following my grandfather to the market when I was a child, and I was huddled with a large number of people to watch the circus.

Unfortunately, the first time I saw the 'person' made me distinguish between the moment and the situation at that time.

This 'man' was wearing a coarse cloth trouser gown of indistinguishable colors, and he was also looking at the river with a fascination on his face.

But his face was covered with blood, and in the darkness he looked so mad and so mad.

What's even more terrifying is that when I saw his whole face, I found that the other half of his face was gone, along with half of his skull, and he only had half of his bloody face!

What the hell is this passing Yin soldier, it's clearly a dead ghost who was blown off the head by a bullet!

It suddenly occurred to me that Pinggugang was only less than three kilometers away from here, could it be that all these hundreds of dead ghosts came from there?

If this is the case, it is no wonder that Pinggugang is so evil.

"What are you doing? Why don't you sing...... Uh......"

I was startled by a rough voice, and then I shuddered again when I turned around.

I don't know when, there were two more black-faced men wearing ancient yacha clothes behind me, and a strange-looking imp......

No way!

I reacted suddenly, what kind of yacha and little ghost are these, they are simply Sun Lu and Dou Dabao who are dressed as Dynasty Mahan, and Zhao Qi who is dressed as an oil ghost!

It was Sun Lu who spoke just now, and he only said half of his words, and he stared at Dou Dabao and Zhao Qi together, looking ahead with a terrifying face.

Obviously, the three of them were chasing me ashore, and they all saw those special 'spectators'.

Thinking of Sang Lan who was missing, I didn't dare to delay, I told them the situation, and asked them to go back to take care of Sang Lan's body, and then I went to chase Sang Lan's soul back.

Dou Dabao suddenly said: "We are all here, what are these guys looking at so fascinated?" ”

I was stunned for a moment, and then I turned my head to look at the river with the three of them.

When they saw the situation, all four of them froze at the same time.

Except for Sang Lan lying on the bow of the boat, maintaining the posture that I had just put down, Bao Gong and Wang Dynasty Mahan were still singing there.

There was a person leaning on the position near the cabin, vaguely the oil ghost played by Zhao Qi!

After a long time, Sun Lu turned his neck stiffly, stared at his eyes and whispered:

"We're all here, who's singing on the boat?"

I really can't react for a while when he doesn't mention singing, and when I rap and look at the 'Bao Longtu' on the ship, I probably understand what is going on.

I asked Zhao Qi in a low voice, "Do you remember the last time I went to the crematorium?" ”

Zhao Qi nodded, "You mean that this time is the same as that time, we are souls coming out?" But the body ......"

"Don't leave it here for now, hurry up and get Sang Lan back!" I interrupted him.

A few of us, Sun Tuzi can sing two sentences absurdly, and the rest of us can sing.

Now 'I' can sing like a professional actor, and most of that is Yu Linglong is fulfilling her promise and using 'singing' to pay for the store.

Although I don't understand how she did it, I can only go with it.

The matter of Eryetun has nothing to do with Sang Lan's half a dime, if she really has something to do with this ghost show, I won't 'go back'."

"These guys seem to have been dead for a long time." Dou Dabao muttered as he walked.

I nodded and didn't say anything.

As we go deeper into the 'masses', we have all discovered that the youngest of these theater-obsessed audiences have to die for decades judging from their clothing. Some are still wearing green clothes and horse coats, with long braids on the back of their heads, at least they must be people from the last years of the Qing Dynasty.

I began to believe in the legend of Eryetun, and I believed that two hundred years ago, there were really Yin soldiers passing by here.

Perhaps it is precisely because of the sentence of the Yin soldier generals back then, 'Where does the land west of this village come from flat bones', that the Pinggu Yin Land where many wandering souls and wild ghosts have gathered today......

"Where did Sang Lan go?" Zhao Qi asked.

I said, "I don't know, I can only find it by feeling." ”

"Feeling again? Like the last time you found her in Sipinggang Prison? Why do I feel like there's an electrocardiogram between the two of you? Zhao Qi's tone was a little low in curiosity.

I knew that he was thinking of Xiao Jing, who had been searching for many years without success, so he could only sigh secretly.

I don't think the induction between me and Sang Lan is weird, maybe it's because I helped her share the ferocity of the fire between the son and the mother, or maybe there is a yang and yin marriage between the two of us...... Anyway, as subtle as this perception is, I don't think it's a good thing.

"Paralyzed." Sun Lu suddenly stopped and cursed in a low voice.

I was stunned, followed his gaze, and my temples jerked.

In order to avoid getting too close to the 'crowd' watching the play, we walked west along the riverbank.

Along the way, the people who watched the play were all lonely ghosts dressed in ordinary clothes.

But not far ahead, a team of Japanese soldiers from World War II with donkey ear caps appeared!

"It's Japanese ghost soldiers again!" I subconsciously frowned.

From the very beginning, I felt that something was wrong with Eryetun, and now it seems that someone is really making trouble......

"What now?" Dou Dabao asked in a low voice.

"What else can I do, go and kill you!" Sun Tuzi was furious, and suddenly pulled out the waist knife he was carrying.

As soon as the knife was drawn, we were all stunned.

We are all dressed as singers now, and the waist knives he and Dou Dabao are props, I have seen it before, and the knives are made of wood at all.

But now what Sun Lu pulled out was actually a real guy with a cold light!

Seeing that we were all looking at him, Sun Lu himself reacted, looked at the knife and was stunned, and asked blankly:

"Isn't this wooden? How did you become a real guy? ”

I can only fight with him, the knife has always been with him, he himself doesn't know what's going on, how can others know?

Dou Dabao hurriedly pulled out his knife, but was disappointed to find: "Mine is still wooden." ”

Confused, I suddenly remembered the situation at Wei Laosi's house that night.

At that time, Wei Laosi was panting in my ear, and I couldn't see him, so I pinched the seal and went to fight indiscriminately.

It turned out to be like hitting a metal object.

Later, I heard Wei Laosi say to someone in the kitchen that if it weren't for the blessing of Master Zu, his old life would have to be explained by me.

Wei Laosi is the inheritance of the executioner, and Sun Lu is the 'butcher's inheritance', could it be that his wooden knife becomes a real knife, which is also related to the inheritance?

If you really want to talk about it, among the three ancestors of the executioner, Fan Xu and Zhang Fei are really the ancestors of the butcher.

"They can't seem to see us." Zhao Qi whispered.

Seeing his eyes red staring at the Japanese ghost soldier, I knew that he was picked on that sensitive nerve, and hurriedly grabbed his arm and said:

"It's not that these ghosts can't see us, they just patronize the theater and don't care about anything else. Don't be impulsive, we don't have a body now, and the guns of the little devils can kill us. ”

Zhao Qi pushed my hand away, gritted his teeth and said:

"The top priority now is to find Sang Lan, I won't think about anything else."

"So what do we do now? Bypass? Dou Dabao asked.

I asked Sun Lu to put away his big knife first, thought about it and said:

"If these Japanese devils are specially escorting these lonely ghosts, there must be ghost soldiers guarding the other side and the periphery. Instead of going around it, just walk past their faces. ”

"Just walk over there?"

I nodded, "Well, just walk over there." The things left behind by our ancestors are really treasures, and these dogs are fascinated by the same thing as other ghosts. We walked in front of their faces. ”

Dou Dabao nodded, "Sneak into the village, don't shoot ......"

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