"Let's go, it's too late, Wencai should be in danger." Uncle Nine picked up Qiusheng on his back and walked out towards the bicycle.

"Slow down, slow down, master!" Qiusheng grabbed the crutches, really afraid of falling off Uncle Jiu's back.

"Don't talk so much nonsense, hurry up and lead the way, and you will know every day that you are in trouble for me." Uncle Nine put Qiusheng on the back of the bicycle and said loudly.

I don't know if I'm talking about Qiusheng, or Wencai, or both. Anyway, there was a feeling of hatred in his tone.

"Oooh, over here."

Qiusheng didn't know where it was, but according to the direction that Wen Cai informed, he pointed it to Uncle Jiu.

"Sit down!"

Uncle Nine turned around and said, rode his bicycle, and hurried in the direction pointed by Qiusheng.

On the other side, Wencai under the stage, while holding the sugar cane, said to himself: "Hmph, no one came to watch such a beautiful play." If I knew it, I wouldn't have come so early to occupy a seat for the master, wouldn't I need it at all! ”

As he spoke, he also chewed on the sugar cane.

The protagonist on the stage, seeing Wencai standing alone under the stage, his face changed greatly, and he hurriedly gave him a look, and reminded him in a low voice: "Hurry up!" ”

Because he is the main sentence of this play, he can't stop halfway through, and he can't remind him loudly.

In ancient times, there was a rule that if a play started, it could not be stopped in the middle of the song, and it must be sung until the audience left, and they thought that even if mortals did not listen, there were ghosts and gods listening.

So the singing can't be stopped.

As the old saying goes: once the play starts, even if there is no one in the audience, it must be sung.

As the saying goes: listeners from all directions, mortals from all directions, and ghosts and gods from all directions.

Once it's decided, it can't be stopped, whether anyone listens or not.

It's an old rule that has been passed down from generation to generation, but not everyone follows it nowadays.

(This is the rule of singing, don't drive!) ）

Wen Cai looked left and right, saw that there was no one, and thought that the protagonist on the stage was asking for applause for him, so he hurriedly shouted: "Good .....", and applauded vigorously.

The protagonist on the stage, when he saw Wen Cai's appearance, said in his heart: "Eh, mom, this person is hopeless." "Leave him alone, continue to sing.

Here, Mo Li was afraid that something would happen, so he followed Dong Xiaoyu to the theater booth.

The two of them hid in the shadows, observing everything in the studio.

Mo Li glanced at the theater booth, and at this moment, it was already full of evil spirits and other resentful ghosts.

In the four directions of east, west, north and south, there is a white-faced and black-eyed ghost cha, holding the ghost cha order and soul chain in his hand, wearing a black official uniform, and a big "poor" word embroidered on his chest.

Strict guards are guarded at each exit to prevent the evil spirits from escaping.

Retracting his gaze, Mo Li glanced at it again, standing in the center, there were some literary talents in the middle two, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

"See the man standing in the center?" Mo Li pointed at Wencai with his finger and said to Xiaoyu.

Dong Xiaoyu nodded and said, "See, my lord." ”

"For a while, let that sister of yours confuse him, and then wait for me to arrange it." Mo Li said softly.

"Yes, sir!" Dong Xiaoyu returned respectfully, indicating that she understood.

Mo Li glanced at Wen Cai, then stopped speaking, and stared at the entrance on the other side of the stage.

Dong Xiaoyu first glanced at Mo Li, and then looked at the theater booth, and there was a series of nonsense: "& amp; *#@& amp; ...”

(Author: "I don't know what exactly is being said!") ”）

After that, after Dong Xiaoyu finished speaking, he stood quietly behind Mo Li, waiting for the order.

At this time, outside the theater booth.

Stumbled over a pair of master and apprentice.

"Master, it's here, it's here, that's what Wen Cai said!" Qiusheng, who was sitting on the back of the bicycle, hurriedly reminded.

"Are you sure? Don't be like the first two places, no. Uncle Nine obviously didn't believe what Qiusheng said.

Mainly, none of the first two places is right.

"It's here, master!" Qiusheng immediately packed the ticket and said, but he was panicked in his heart, and he was not very sure.

Uncle Jiu's eyebrows furrowed, snorted coldly, and said, "Believe in you again, go in and take a look!" ”

Qiusheng despised Uncle Nine a little in his heart, and said secretly: "Aren't these scenes the troupe you invited yourself?" I don't even know where to sing, it's really enough! ”

Of course, Qiusheng didn't dare to say this in front of Uncle Jiu, so he could only think about it in his heart.

Uncle Nine looked at Qiu Sheng coldly in place and asked, "What are you doing?" Don't come in with me yet. ”

"Oh, here we are!" When Qiusheng heard this, he immediately walked over with a cane.

The two came to the entrance of the theater booth, and Uncle Nine lifted the curtain at the door to observe the situation inside.

Qiusheng saw that Uncle Jiu didn't make a sound for a long time, and he was a little curious in his heart, so he also opened a corner and looked inside, and found that Qiusheng was the only one.

"Master, isn't Wencai all right? You see how happy he is listening to the play, and there are no ghosts! Qiusheng felt that Uncle Nine was exaggerating.

When Uncle Nine heard this, his eyes widened, and he casually took out two willow leaves from his arms and handed them to Qiusheng.

"You stick it on your eyes to see if there are any ghosts, and if you still think Wencai is safe."

Looking at Qiusheng, who didn't take it seriously, Jiu was a little helpless in his heart.

"Oh," Qiusheng took the two leaves, put them on his eyelids, then opened the curtain, looked inside, and immediately exclaimed: "My God, so many!" ”

Mo Li, who had been observing the entrance here for a long time, watched Qiusheng open the curtain and look inside, and asked, "Huh." ”

"What's wrong? My lord. Xiao Yu hurriedly asked.

When Mo Li heard this, he glanced at Dong Xiaoyu, then at Qiusheng, and left with a plan in his heart, and said, "Xiaoyu, did you see that person?" ”

Mo Li pointed to Qiusheng who was looking inside the door.

"See, sir." Xiaoyu is a little curious, isn't it just a handsome guy who is a little handsome, what's there to see?

"One moment you smitten him, and then, like this... Such... Do you understand? Mo Li asked.

Dong Xiaoyu nodded and said, "Understood!" ”

Qiusheng saw that Wencai's surroundings were already full of ghosts, so he immediately turned around and said, "Master, can you not look at it?" "It's kind of a retreat.

"Why don't you watch it, such a nice play?" Uncle Jiu's eyes widened, and he said angrily.

"Don't make a fuss, master, what's so nice about the ghost!" Qiusheng said directly in admittance.

"Hmph," Uncle Nine snorted coldly, ignoring Qiusheng, but opened the curtain and looked inside.

Although Qiusheng was scared in his heart, he still felt that the big drama sang well, and he also opened the curtain and looked inside, trying not to let himself see the lonely soul inside.

However, this thing is not something you don't want to watch without watching.

Although Qiusheng's eyes are looking at the two people singing on stage, he can always see everything around him with the rest of his eyes.

In the end, he was really a little scared in his heart, so he withdrew and asked, "Master, how can there be four white-faced people in bad official uniforms inside?" ”

"That's the ghost, it's the evil spirits and other evil ghosts who watch the play, and when the big play is finished, they will escort them back to the underworld." Uncle Nine explained to Qiusheng.

"Oh, it's a ghost, I said why is it so special!" Qiusheng let out a sigh: "Master, since there is a ghost, Wencai will not be in danger, and when the play is finished, Wencai will come back by himself." ”