Could this be the legendary ghost hitting the wall?

There is no fork in the road in this bamboo forest, and when the scenery was selected and set before, there were already several groups of people who came out and went in several times, which can be regarded as familiar, and there is no reason to get lost.

I looked at my watch, and it was already past eleven o'clock at night.

We've been walking for more than two hours, and it's okay to say that we're tired, but the key is that everyone's hearts are tight. No one spoke, and everyone knew that something must have happened tonight.

Director Feng never left my side, and I heard his gasping sound very heavy.

At this moment, suddenly another female voice came from in front of us—

"The universe is very clear, and the bright moon is in the sky, which is exactly the ...... Chang'e leaves the Moon Palace"

A melodious Siping tune appeared in the bamboo forest in the middle of the night, and the words were in the ears, and the people who listened to it were terrified. Everyone stopped in unison, and looked at Director Feng in horror.

"Who, who...... Over there...... What about singing...... "Director Feng seemed to ask me, and it seemed to be talking to himself.

As he spoke, a woman appeared not far ahead. Wearing bright costumes and beautiful makeup on his face, he is more emotional than singing and singing.

Before he could react, a man's sonorous singing voice came from the side of the bamboo forest-

"The Marquis of Hanshou Pavilion, the moon gods and ghosts of Qinglongyan are all worried, and the Zhuwen is ugly in front of the White Horse Slope......"

Looking at the sound, in the corner over there, there was a Peking Opera veteran with clean makeup and a mustache, singing energetically.

What the hell is going on? In the middle of the night, how could there be two people singing in the woods?

At this moment, many figures suddenly appeared around. All of them were dressed in costumes, their faces were heavily colored, and their mouths were babbling and singing.

All of a sudden, the singing of Kunqu Opera, Peking Opera, Huangmei Opera and even the revolutionary model opera all resounded around us.

Everyone was stunned, including me.

Where did they come from? What about the midnight singing of the third watch? You can figure it out with your toes, these things are definitely not human!

My legs also went limp.

Surrounded on all sides, everyone can't go anywhere.

People were terrified, huddled together, and their eyes were full of horror. Some screamed, and some squatted down to cry with their heads in fright.

Suddenly, the noise around me stopped abruptly, and everything stopped singing.

Under the moonlight, their faces began to deform, and the colorful makeup was slowly flowing down with the blood oozing from their faces.

In a short time, half of the flesh on some of their faces was gone, revealing half of their skulls; Some of them have one eyeball and a bone rolling out of the distance; Others peeled off their faces and hung on their chins, revealing bloody muscles.

Suddenly, as if they had been summoned, these monsters in their original form stretched out their withered ghost claws and roared towards everyone.

The people were in chaos in an instant, some were stunned on the spot, and others screamed and fled in all directions.

Director Feng howled and asked me, "What should I do?" Now what? ”

I don't know what to do! People and ghosts, how to fight?

Hey, wait, my hand accidentally touched the little silver knife at my waist. By the way, this knife that Master Wunian gave me may come in handy.

I hurriedly drew my knife, but this thing really works against ghosts?

Remembering that last time the master dipped his own blood in rune paper and wiped it on the blade of the sword, I also learned to use the blade to cut the palm of my hand, which is regarded as sacrificing the knife with my own blood.

It's strange to say that the blood on his hand just touched the blade, and it seemed to be absorbed, and it disappeared immediately. Immediately after that, a red light was emitted from the silver sword, and it flashed.

I didn't have time to think about it, but at this moment, a big martial artist with a big beard and a big knife rushed towards me.

I don't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, I raise my hand to his chest and stab him.

With a knife down, the thing was stabbed squarely.

I was surprised to find that at this moment he was like a ball of deflated skin, and his whole body immediately deflated. In an instant, it turned into a puff of green smoke, and it dissipated without a trace.

It seems that this knife is really an artifact!

Now I came to my senses, scurrying my knife through the chaotic crowd and stabbing at the ghosts.

A man wearing a cardigan, water pants and cloth shoes, with only one cheek on his face rotten, choked the neck of the drama Lao Li. I pounced and stabbed the thing in the back, and he was gone.

Seeing this scene, the remaining ghosts were probably frightened, and slowly retreated.

Just when I was a little proud, I suddenly heard a low roar in the woods, and another ghost appeared in the distance.

This is a tall and burly man, and unlike those who came before him, he is not wearing a costume, but a military uniform from the Republic of China.

This person's face was blue, his eyes were gloomy, and he was surrounded by a heavy black qi. The costumes hid behind him.

"Shhh

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

I didn't dare to act rashly, and looked at the big ghost in military uniform from afar.

He didn't pounce, but squinted his eyes and looked me up and down for a long time.

Immediately, I saw the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if he snorted coldly, revealing a smile full of coldness.

What the hell is this for? My heart was pounding. The small silver knife in his hand was held tighter.

At this time, I saw that the black qi around the ghost thing slowly spread, and the scope became larger and larger, and it continued to spread. Soon all of us were enveloped in black air, as if shrouded in a thick black mist.

What the hell is this black gas, is it poison gas? But after looking at it, everyone, including me, doesn't seem to be poisoned.

Seeing that the ghosts who sang the opera had withdrawn, the road was dodged, and if you don't leave at this time, wait for when!

I shouted "Let's go" and rushed to the front of the line.

The people who had been frightened came back to their senses, and they all ran after me and crawled out of the forest.

I turned around as I ran, but the ghost in the military uniform did not chase after me, and the black gas gradually dispersed, and it all gathered around him.

I ran for more than 20 minutes without stopping, and when everyone was about to lose their breath, they finally saw the sparse lights in the town.

Everyone gritted their teeth and ran into the town and ran directly to the door of the hotel. When I entered the lobby, everyone collapsed on the ground and couldn't get up.

The waiter at the front desk was frightened, and more than 30 people were working on the floor in the lobby to figure out what's going on! So I hurriedly inquired about the situation.

But no one spoke, for no one knew what to say about what had happened tonight.

In the end, the waiters helped the older and a few female comrades back to the room, and the young and strong old men went back one after another.

I was also tired enough, scared, and felt a little prostration. After returning to the room and taking a sip of water, I knocked on the door of Brother Niu and the production director again.

Brother Niu had a fever, so he didn't go with him at night. Production director Yu Jian also didn't arrive. They didn't know what was going on.

At this moment, the servants were sitting in a room, and I told them exactly what had just happened in the bamboo forest.