The night is dark and the wind is high, and the whole body is weak.

Ling Chu's eyelids were unusually heavy, and his heart was extremely sad and angry.

It's just that he rejected the unspoken rules of the head of the crew, and that shameless man actually did something when she hung Weiya, which is really hateful!

The smell of those buddies who played corpses was too strong, and the acting was very realistic, and they didn't even gasp.

The ground was cold, and the wind was gusting in my ears.

Wanting to cry without tears, Ling Chu's consciousness became more and more blurred.

I don't know how long I was "lying on the ground" when I suddenly heard the sound of wheels coming over.

Someone tightened the reins of the horse with a "whoop", and then trotted forward to take a look.

Ling Chu was covered in blood, his clothes were ragged, his head was unkempt, and his face was covered by messy hair, and he couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman.

Just as the man raised his feet and left, Ling Chu's thin body suddenly straightened up.

"Oops!"

Running away with the sound of footsteps, she only heard the man say in a loud voice: "Sixth master, there is a corpse in front of you!"

In the middle of the night, the person who was called the sixth master in the car slowly lifted the corner of the car curtain, revealing only a bony hand and the half of the white brocade robe.

Although he is a senior group performer, in the spirit of professionalism, the script of "Mandarin Duck Hate" has been cooked by Ling Chu.

In my impression, there is no such "sixth master" at all, could it be that who went through the back door and added a temporary drama?

Just when Ling Chu was puzzled, after hearing a heart-rending cough, the sixth master's voice as clear as a pearl jade with a hint of hoarse came into his ears: "Bury it." ”

Bury...... Buried?

Raising his eyelids, through the sticky wet hair, Ling Chu was surprised to see the turquoise wrench on the slender finger, as well as the plum blossom mark on the wheel.

Before she could react, her body instantly left the ground, and then with a "bang", she was thrown back into the mass grave!

Immediately after, the wheels "purr" left.

The pain of being thrown all over his body, and the anger in Ling Chu's chest began to shout.

Nima, if you add drama, you will add drama, what is it to fall her?

Which fairy crew is this, so awesome?

After a while, another man came with a lantern.

Below the half-slope, the smell of burning paper came with the night wind.

The flames that had been extinguished were like ghost fires, floating in front of Ling Chu's eyes.

"Woo...... Eleven, I'll secretly burn some paper money for you, you go down to save some flowers, don't come back if you're fine, go to the owner of the nunnery if you have something. ”

Listening to this crying and crying movement, Ling Chu gritted his teeth and got up hard, and raised his head.

Seeing clearly that the small group was dressed as a nun, she opened her mouth with great difficulty: "Can you ...... first?" Tell me first, what are the first scenes to be rehearsed today?"

At this time, there was no one around, and the little nun heard the sound overhead, accompanied by the flickering flames, and saw clearly that a bleeding human head was poking out of the pile of corpses.

Ling Chu's white teeth opened and closed in the dark night, exuding a cold light that eats people.

The little nun's scream of "Ah!" also successfully "shocked" Ling Chu from the slope.

"Ten...... Eleven, you are ...... Did you forget to drink Meng Po soup, and ...... Coming back?"

"Woo...... I know you're dying a terrible death, but ...... But that's what the owner of the nunnery meant......"

Squatting down, Ling Chu grabbed the little nun's hand and sniffed: "Little sister, let's not act first?"

Her hands were stained with slimy blood, but she had the body temperature of a person.

After confirming that Ling Chu was a human and not a ghost, in the next half an hour, this little nun named Minghui told Ling Chu a new script that made men silent and women cry with the most vivid language and tear-jerking acting skills.

Standing next to Minghui's arm at the door of Yunshui Nunnery in a trance, Ling Chu reluctantly accepted the reality.

From a noble and glamorous female killer in the play, it is just a little nun who cultivates with hair, but this nunnery, which sounds like a hundred years old, is actually a place where dog meat is sold on the head of a sheep!

The other senior sisters were afraid of the nunnery master, and they gave in half-pushed, and only a young Minghui and a sworn eleven were left.

In the quagmire of filth, it is most taboo to bloom a different white lotus.

This day, Eleven was killed by a slap for angering the powerful!

And Minghui, the best little sister in this nunnery, pulled her into this fire pit again when she was paying tribute to her!

With a roll of her eyes, she fell on Minghui's body.