With Sang Lan's eyes, my brain jumped for no reason.

Something seems to be wrong.

I've been on the spot for a while instead of Lao He Chao and the ghost.

I gradually discovered that most of the yin spirits that stayed in the yang world for some reason did not exist independently, but were more or less connected to each other.

In the past, when they went to the shops in the back streets, they were all aimed at 'He Jushi'. During this period of time, I have opened a shop instead of Lao He, and in a certain 'circle', I am also a little famous.

Ghosts are not brainless, no matter what they stay in the yang world, they still want to be reincarnated in the end, how can they easily offend me, a 'temporary ghost crosser'? There was such a big group of people as soon as they came......

Seeing that several people were looking at me, I didn't continue to think about it, and immediately told Lao He's explanation.

"Ordinary troupes can't sing ghost shows, do you want to find ghost troupes? Where to look? "Pan Ying has already germinated in a solid state at an astonishing rate.

I glared at her, turned to look at Sang Lan, and said for a long time:

"Lao He said to let you sing."

"Me?" Sang Lan looked at me in astonishment, "How can I sing?" ”

"Didn't you just sing very well?" Sun Lu joked.

Sang Lan was stunned for a moment, and then shook her head again and again, "That's not the same thing, I was ...... just now ......"

Pan Ying rolled her eyes, put her shoulder on her shoulder, and said:

"Even if we don't get caught up in that, we can still perform on stage. It's just singing, and you didn't say that you have to sing traditional repertoire, right? Our specialty is opera, what is opera? Opera is the big drama of foreign devils. You must know that art has no borders, and it is also singing, we can sing "La Traviata", "Aida", and then sing your best "Madame Butterfly", ......"

"Pan Pan, you're enough!" Sang Lan's eyes rolled and only the whites of his eyes remained.

I had a mouthful of old blood stuck in my throat, and it almost spurted out.

This big back, the ability to forget the pain after the scar is definitely her 'superpower'.

Singing opera in the village......

I unconsciously imagined the picture of Sang Lan standing on the stage in a costume with wide robes and big sleeves, and I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What are you laughing at?"

Seeing Sang Lan glaring at me, I hurriedly waved my hand and said it's nothing, it's not early, let's go back and rest first.

Seeing that Ji Yayun was still a little apprehensive about what happened just now, I pointed to Pan Ying and said to her:

"You two take care of her at night, as long as she doesn't act as a demon, make sure you're okay."

Gao Zhan said to me solemnly when he left:

What happened tonight changed my perspective on some things in a big way. Although I still have reservations about what your acquaintance said, when it comes to the lives of a village, you can't be careless. I'd rather believe it than believe it, and sing this play no matter what.

Sending everyone away, I sat in a wicker chair in a daze.

Putting aside the mystery of Lao He, Wei Laosi, and Lao Chen, how can this ghost show be sung?

The records in the ghost magic are not in-depth, but they don't teach people how to sing......

"The owner...... Boss? ”

Hearing someone call 'boss', I looked up and opened my eyes in a daze.

I rubbed my eyes and wondered where I was:

"Why did I sleep here?"

I actually fell asleep on the counter?

"Boss?"

Thinking of the voice I heard in a trance, I looked up and was stunned.

The room I was in was more than three times larger, and there was a lot of rustic furniture that didn't exist in the empty space.

What stunned me even more was that in front of me, there stood a beautiful woman with a graceful demeanor.

The woman is very young, no more than twenty-two or three years old, her skin is snowy, her face is pink, and she can really be said to be gorgeous.

What makes me even more excited is that she is wearing a satin cheongsam with a royal blue sweetheart neckline, which shows her bumpy and beautiful figure to the extreme.

"Boss, are you awake?" The beautiful woman put a cup of tea in front of me and smiled and nodded at me.

"Boss?"

I was confused for a moment, and I couldn't figure out the situation at all.

This room is by no means the first floor I used to be.

The woman in front of her was gorgeous and dignified, and she didn't look like some kind of 'staff' in a clubhouse.

Why does she call me boss?

And also......

Why does she look so familiar?

Feeling a little dry in my mouth, I picked up the gaiwan teacup on the table and grated the clear green tea leaves and took a small sip.

A warm current of rich incense knots penetrates the heart.

Tea is hot...... Doesn't that sound like a dream?

I put down my teacup and stood up, trying to move my hands and feet to see if I was in a dream.

When I got up, I realized that the counter was much longer and newer than before, and I was not sitting on the original rattan chair, but a mahogany circle chair.

Seeing the woman's eyes rolling on me, I took a look and was stunned again.

Moon white gown, white cotton socks, mille-feuille bottom......

What I was wearing was actually the clothes I brought back from the Di family compound during the Republic of China.

"Who are you?"

The more I looked, the more I felt that the beauty in front of me was familiar, I must have seen her, but I couldn't remember where I saw her.

The beauty was stunned, and her eyes showed a little confusion for a moment, but then her face flushed, and she lowered her eyes a little shyly and said:

"The boss is joking with Xiaoya again."

"Xiaoya?" I was stunned for a moment, took two steps to the counter, and looked her up and down with wide eyes, "Are you...... Are you Ji Yayun? ”

I finally remembered why she was familiar, this eyebrows, eyes, and facial features... This figure ...... It is a copy of Ji Yayun, but he is nearly ten years younger than before.

"Ji Yayun?"

The woman who called herself Xiaoya showed a confused look in her eyes again.

Judging from her current expression, I can be completely sure that she is Ji Yayun.

But why did she get younger?

What kind of place is this?

"What is this place?" I looked around and muttered.

Xiao Ya brushed the hair that fell down in front of her forehead, looked at me and whispered:

"This is a hotel, a post station."

"Inn? Hotels?! ”

When I heard the word 'hotel', my heart suddenly moved.

It seems that it was not long ago that someone mentioned to me this title that has almost been abandoned by modern people.

In a blink of an eye, I saw the open door, I glanced at Xiaoya suspiciously, lifted the front of the robe and walked to the door, opened the door and walked out.

As soon as the door opened, I was dumbfounded.

Through the light from the house, I saw that the entrance was a stone road rarely seen in the modern city, but across the road was a wide black and oppressive river.

In the distance, or at both ends of the road, there was a vast fog that could not be seen as far as the eye could see.

I managed to compose myself, took a few steps outside, looked back again, and then froze.

Behind me, there was a three-storey ancient building, and above the main entrance on the first floor, there was a log plaque hanging on it, on which were written four large black and vigorous characters:

Yin Yang Station!

It took me a long time before I swallowed my saliva with difficulty, put my hand into my waist and twisted it fiercely.

"Hiss......"

Pain, isn't this a dream?

Station, hotel......

I suddenly remembered that the person who mentioned the title of 'Xingguan' to me should be the female actor Yu Linglong who attached to Sang Lan.

She said that she would stay for a few days, and she would stay at the hotel at 30 Chenghe Street, could she ......

I looked left and right, lifted the placket and ran to the right.

After running more than a dozen steps, I saw that there was a fog on the left and right in front of me.

It seems that there is only one lonely ancient building here!

This is not Chenghe Street, if it is...... What about my family?

What about Sang Lan's family?

I walked back with a lot of doubt.

When he was about to walk outside the ancient building, his heart suddenly became excited, he raised his hand and put his tail finger into his mouth, and looked up to the sky and whistled.

A small black shadow flew out of the confusion and landed on my shoulder, staring sideways at me with small emerald eyes.

The ghost owl is here, so what the hell is this place?

Yangshi? Or Hades?

How did I get here?

Back outside the ancient building, Xiao Ya was standing at the door, holding hands in front of her, looking at me with some doubts.

Seeing that she was thinly dressed, I motioned for her to come in.

After sitting back at the counter, I took a big sip from my teacup.

stared at Xiaoya for a while, and couldn't help asking:

"Little ...... Xiaoya, what's your big name? ”

Xiaoya looked at me with that blank look again, and then shook her head, "I don't know." ”

"And who am I?"

"You're the boss here."

"What's my name?" I became more and more curious.

Xiaoya looked at me stunned for a while, then shook her head again, "I've never heard your name say boss." ”

I rubbed my head vigorously, thought about it, and asked her again:

"Do you know who Sang Lan is?"

"Sang Lan?" Xiao Ya brushed her hair and muttered, "This name seems to be a little familiar, has she ever lived with us?" ”

"She'......"

I was completely speechless.

This Xiaoya's every move and look is definitely Ji Yayun.

Why did she suddenly become young and still wearing a cheongsam...... Came here with me?

"Bang bang bang!"

Suddenly, there was a dull knock on the door from outside.

Xiao Ya, who was still a little overwhelmed just now, immediately lowered her face as if she had changed, walked to the counter in a few steps and stood beside me, and said in a deep voice:

"Come in."

The door was pushed open from the outside, and a man in black walked in slowly.

As soon as I looked at this man, I subconsciously frowned.

The man was of medium height, black from head to toe, exaggerated by a black cloth covering two-thirds of his face, with only a pair of gloomy eyes exposed, which at first glance resembled a night walker in a movie.

The man carried a long narrow cloth bag behind him, and after entering the door, he did not say a word, and quietly walked inside.

"Who are you?" I couldn't help but ask.

The man paused and slowly turned to look at me.

What I didn't expect was that the two looked at each other, and his body shook obviously violently, and his originally cold and gloomy eyes actually revealed an unbelievable look......

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