Shakespeare famously said, "Tobe, ornottobe, thatisthequestion." ”

To live or to perish, that's the question.

And for Fang Zhe at this time, whether to smash it or not is not too big a problem.

Chen Jielong's sledgehammer smashed down, he would become a meatloaf, if he didn't smash it, the unknown little girl on his neck was even more terrifying.

Fang Zhe squeezed his eyes at Chen Jielong and motioned for the other party to help drive the girl away.

However, Chen Jielong scratched his head, and then blew heavily into his eyes, with a few spittle stars.

“。。。”

Fang Zhe secretly swore in his heart: "Next time, even if Yang Haixin guy kneels down and begs me to kill me, I don't want to go on a mission with this stupid big guy again!" ”

He was quick-eyed, and he reached out hard to pat the back of his head, as if he was going to fight a mosquito, but he almost didn't knock himself out.

In a moment of dizziness, he seemed to hear an ethereal, little girl's laughter, and faded away.

"Spirits?"

Fang Zhe shook his somewhat confused head, raised his head and glared at Chen Jielong and said, "Is that little girl still riding on my neck?" ”

Chen Jielong shook his head: "Ran away." ”

"Then why didn't you tell me right away?"

"I was waiting for your instructions, I thought you were acting, trying to lower that little girl's defenses."

Chen Jielong looked at Fang Zhe with some disdain: "Zheng Siming also told me before that you Fang Zhe is an actor and is the best at acting." I'm thinking that the little girl is riding on your neck, you will definitely react, just pretend to be nothing, want to give the little girl a surprise attack, just wait for your instructions, dare you don't know at all, cut~"

This "cut" also dragged a little tail note, which seemed so spiritual.

This is ridiculed by others, but it's just that, being ridiculed by a stupid big guy is really embarrassing.

Fang Zhe endured his resentment and continued to ask: "What does this little girl look like, when did she climb on my neck, did she appear suddenly, or?" ”

He wanted to know more specific information, after all, in this environment, it was a terrible thing for an inexplicable spirit to approach quietly.

He would not allow such an element to be out of control.

Chen Jielong's side was still carefully recalling, "um" for a long time, before he said: "Wearing a red dress, it looks like a braised egg, white and tender." Just when you were thinking about something, she walked over slowly, and waved at me, and I waved in response. Then she starts from your calves and climbs up to your neck, grabbing your hair and smiling at me, cute and sensible. ”

The more he spoke, the more cold Fang Zhe felt in his heart, and the more angry he became.

Good guy, this stupid big guy still waved to people in response, and praised people for being cute and sensible.

Since you can't beat your teammates, let's find the out-of-control person hiding in this building to vent.

With this idea, Fang Zhe began to lead Chen Jielong and searched on the third floor.

The doors of every house are closed, although knocking on the door will indeed have a real touch, but Fang Zhe knows that these doors condensed through illusions are not knocked, and the ones that are knocked are the doors in the original corridor.

And there was no one in those doors.

"The next time, you see or hear, in short, if you find anything unusual, you must tell me, you know?"

As soon as Fang Zhe finished speaking, he heard that in the originally uninhabited passage, all the voices of those talking and news broadcasts stopped abruptly.

Immediately after that, the smell of food was always in the air, and I couldn't smell it.

The sound of playing suona, high-pitched, and abruptly sounded out of thin air, which caught people off guard and almost sent people away.

"Listen! There are strange sounds! ”

Chen Jielong listened to Fang Zhe's words very much and immediately shouted out.

“。。。” Fang Zhe.

It's a pity that this is the third floor, if it is the seventh floor, Fang Zhe will probably push this stupid big man downstairs.

After the suona sound, it was followed by crying, and then the sound of various gongs and drums.

The sound of firecrackers is also mixed in it, so it's not lively.

Fang Zhe stared at his surroundings and the opposite direction, and he found that these sounds were coming from two different places.

Because the architectural layout of the whole building of Hong Kong Garden is built in a circle, with an elevator passage in the middle, just like a shopping mall building.

Moreover, the location where they were now was on the third floor, and there was a hanging garden in the middle, so Fang Zhe could clearly see the opposite side.

The sound of suona sounded from the opposite side, including the sound of gongs and drums.

And the sound of everyone crying together sounded out of thin air on his side, and the voice was heard extremely clearly.

The only thing that is the same is that there are firecrackers on both sides, one after the other.

Hearing his voice and not seeing him, it was a very torturous wait, Fang Zhe and Chen Jielong could only stand still at this time, there was no way at all.

Even if they knew where the sound was coming from, they could only punch at the air.

However, Fang Zhe was not in a hurry at all, because he knew that there would definitely be a follow-up.

The runaway people hiding in this building can't just make noises to scare people, and more terrifying shows are actually going to be staged.

Sure enough, when the suona sound on the opposite side played for the second time, a strange scene appeared.

Fang Zhe found that from his head, a lot of white paper floated down one after another, and the paper was cut into the shape of an old-fashioned copper coin, round and large.

This is basically the paper money that the funeral procession will scatter along the way when the funeral is out of the funeral.

Seeing that Chen Jielong was faintly showing signs of anger, Fang Zhe immediately opened his mouth and roared: "Jielong! Don't be fooled! Don't be impulsive! Stay where you are and listen to my instructions! ”

Fang Zhe didn't know if Chen Jielong had heard his words, because the crowd was crying in unison, louder and louder, and more and more.

He couldn't see Chen Jielong's appearance at this time, because the funeral procession appeared.

A group of people dressed in linen and filial piety, with pointed white cloth on their heads, and wearing white linen clothes, hid their faces and wept. Each of them put his hands to his eyes, his loose sleeves covering his hands and most of his face, and let out a cry. The other sleeve is throwing paper money into the sky, a steady stream of white paper money.

On the right, a pitch-black coffin is tied with hemp rope in front and back, and then interspersed with hemp rope with very thick wooden sticks, and four strong men carry the wooden sticks on their shoulders and walk in front of the coffin.

In front of the coffin-carrying procession, there is a musical team, scattered with a few people, some playing the sheng, some cymbals, walking in the front, that is, playing suona.

As the man blew, from time to time a string of lit firecrackers crackled.

The cry of grief is mixed with the mourning music played, and there is a feeling of sound immersion.

It's as if Zheng Siming was lying in the coffin.

Fang Zhe also became inexplicably uncomfortable.

He knew that this was affected by the illusion, but he couldn't hide his grief, especially the memories with Zheng Siming, which played automatically in his mind, and he couldn't stop it.

The limbs, too, began to be uncontrollable, and they walked forward with the funeral procession.

He anxiously looked for Chen Jielong's figure, and when he raised his eyes, he saw all the mourners hiding their faces and crying.

It can be vaguely seen that some people have a smile on the corner of their mouths, but they are crying in grief.

The bright red lips, as if they had just drunk blood, were really terrifying.

Look at the other side again.

Dressed in red, beating gongs and drums, gongs and drums are noisy, full of festive flavor.

At the forefront, it is also a team that plays music, but it is completely different from this side, and there is joy playing there, and it is a joyful appearance.

The sallow faces of each of the musicians were filled with festive smiles, and they played hard, and they jumped happily while playing the music.

Behind the band, there is a red sedan chair, carried by two strong men on each side of the front and back, and the strange thing is that the four strong men are also covered with red cloth like brides, and they can't see the appearance of their faces.

Behind the sedan chair, followed by the team of relatives to send off relatives, all of them were also covered with red cloths, wearing red clothes, constantly throwing candy and setting off firecrackers.

Red and white ceremonies and funerals meet, and there is no good thing.

But obviously, these two teams will not meet.

Because the red thing goes to the left, and the white thing goes to the right, but this building is circular and has an open-air garden in the middle.

The two sides continued to maintain this pace, and neither of them could ever meet each other, but it was as if they were chasing each other.

It's just that I can't tell whether the white thing is chasing the red thing, or the red thing is chasing the white thing.

Chen Jielong's voice and shadow could not be found, Fang Zhe took a deep breath, and as the sadness in his heart became more and more intense, he smiled extremely happily.

"If the illusion you create makes me feel that it is Chen Jielong lying in the coffin, I will cooperate with you to finish this play. But what you make me think of is Zheng Siming? ”

"If that guy is really dead, it's not because of the runaway in this broken building! You remind me of him, it only makes me angrier! ”

"Xia Ran!"