We asked the thin man a few words, but he was still vague. There was no way, Wushuang and I had to take him out of here.

This alley is strange. It's a dead end. There were no doors inside, all high walls. It's such a dead end, where can the fat man go?

Ran away from climbing the wall? It can't be, because with his stature, it's impossible to climb the wall here.

Wushuang and I are both injured, we don't have much strength at all, we have to take a breath of cold air in pain every step we take, and now we have to support the thin man. Although this kid doesn't weigh much, it's still very tiring.

By the time we finally got out of the alley, I was sweating profusely. These sweats are both tired and painful.

The thin man lay on the ground and fell asleep, and Wushuang and I sat on the ground, looking at each other and smiling bitterly. A few minutes later, the two of us were too tired to fall asleep. After all, we've been tossing and turning for a day and a night, and we're so tired.

While I was sleeping happily, I suddenly heard someone arguing. I rolled over impatiently. I'm going to keep sleeping.

It was just as I turned over that I suddenly realized that I was sleeping on the street now.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a couple of old men doing morning exercises surrounding us.

And one of them was dressed very casually, with a very obscene face, staring at Wushuang, and his mouth was indifferent: "Little girl, follow the uncle home, what's the matter with sleeping on the road." There is a bed and a quilt in the uncle's house, and it is warm and soft. "

As he spoke, he reached out and touched Wushuang's face. A group of old men around laughed.

Wushuang's face turned red with anger: "Warning you, get out of the way." "

The old man's face was full of pettiness: "Yo, the little girl's temper is not small." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand again.

This time, Wushuang didn't say a word, grabbed the peachwood sword, and brushed it.

The peachwood sword in our hands is not just peachwood, we have to raise the sword every day, so this time I cut it, and a big hole immediately appeared in the old man's arm, and blood oozed from it.

This wound looks terrifying, but in fact, Wushuang is still merciful. Because although the wound is long, it is very shallow, at most it is a skin injury, and even a large blood vessel has not been cut. You must know that if Wushuang strikes with all his strength, I am afraid that the old man's entire arm will be gone.

As he spoke, the old man panicked for a while when he saw that his arm had been cut. Immediately afterwards, I found that it was just a skin injury, and there was no major problem at all, and my expression became arrogant again.

His old friends said one after another: "Lao Zhang, are you okay?" Old, can't even eat a little girl? "

Wushuang stood up suddenly. The hand holding the peachwood sword trembled slightly, and I knew that she was probably moved to kill.

The obscene old man was coaxed by his old friends around him, and his face couldn't be hung up. Suddenly, he began to cry with his arms covered, shouting in his mouth: "Oh my God, it hurts me to death, I have to go to the hospital to see a doctor when I cut people on the street"

Wushuang was originally holding the peachwood sword and was going to cut it down. Now the old man was actually crying, and for a while, she was a little flustered. He looked at me as if he was asking for help.

I was secretly refreshed: "Don't you have to look at me when you meet this kind of unobtrusive people?" "

I walked over and patted her on the shoulder, signaling to be at ease.

At this time, the old man's partners began to act as peacemakers, persuading Wushuang: "You see that the old man has a headache, no matter how he says it, he is so old, so let's do it, you give a little money, and let the old man have some medicine." "

I snorted. Walking over with a peachwood sword, he kicked the old man's thigh, and the old man stumbled, sat down on the ground, and cried even louder: "No, my leg is broken"

With a mahogany sword in my hand, I slashed at his neck.

Either my peachwood sword smells of blood, or maybe my appearance is too fierce. The old man's face suddenly showed timidity, and he struggled to crawl up, and fled with a puff of smoke.

The old men around me were still talking, and I carried the peachwood sword on my shoulder, like a protective fee: "Brother has been drunk for a few nights, and he has slept on your ground, what?" How many old men don't give face? "

The persimmon was pinched softly, and the old men saw that I was angry, and they dispersed in a hurry.

I picked the thin man up, and was about to ask him where the fat man had gone. Suddenly, a hand patted me on the shoulder.

I don't know if I've seen a ghost in Lu Dao recently, so I'm disgusted by people patting me on the shoulder, so I turned around with a stinky face and asked angrily, "Who?" "

Behind me stood an old man who was fairly well-dressed.

It's a pity that the big battle just now made me lose my good impression of the old man, and when I saw this neat old man, I had only one thought in my heart: "Clothed beasts." "

The old man didn't get angry when he saw that my face was not good, but he hesitated for a few seconds, and then asked, "Young man, when I was exercising in the morning this morning, I saw the three of you sleeping here." Have you ever been to the alley across the street? "

I looked at the alley opposite, and then at the old man next to me: "I've been, what's wrong?" "

The old man's expression became cautious: "You guys, did you see something?" "

As soon as the old man said this, I became interested, leaned over and asked, "How do you know the way?" Have you also encountered it? "

The old man nodded: "Yes, I have encountered it too." "

I hurriedly asked him, "What's the matter?" "

The old man didn't hurry to speak, glanced around, and pointed to a mutton steamed bun seller not far away: "How about we go over there for breakfast?" Talk while eating. "

The thin man's stinginess came: "Uncle, we don't have any money, your old man won't be the meal tray for the breakfast stall." "

The old man smiled bitterly: "I'll invite you for this meal, hey, you young people are quite cautious, but, a breakfast stall, as for asking for a trust?" "

We followed the old man slowly towards the breakfast stall. And on the way, the thin man also told him what he had seen last night.

It turned out that yesterday the thin man was anxious to find the soul of his junior brother, thinking that he would see a ghost when he walked into the alley, and then took out a peachwood sword, stabbed the other party to death, and rescued the person, and the matter was over.

When the two of them walked to the deepest part of the alley, the fat man suddenly reached out and knocked twice on the wall, and said in the innermost: "Lady, open the door." "

Then, a pair of snow-white hands stretched out inside, as if singing, and as if reading: "A good pair of phoenixes, harmonious flowers and candles tonight." Then he stretched out his hand and dragged the fat man in.

The thin man scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously, and when he touched the wall again, it was cold and hard, and it was impossible to pass through.

He had no choice but to look up, then ran two steps, and scurried towards the wall, intending to grab onto the wall and climb up.

However, he had just crossed the wall with his head, and before he could look inside, a face suddenly stretched out from the wall.

Although the thin man had seen it by hell, he couldn't stand such a sudden start, and suddenly fell.

Impartially, there is a half-cut brick in the alley. The thin man's head was just on it. I felt like gold stars in my eyes, struggled twice, and couldn't get up again.

Later, he leaned against the wall and wanted to slow down, and this slowdown, the rest of the matter was not very clear.

By the time we say this, we've already done it early.

The boss brought a bowl of mutton steamed buns. The three of us were all starving. It's just that this thing is hot to the mouth, so as long as you blow and suck and eat, it looks funny.

This old man took a good time to chew and swallow slowly. While eating, he said quietly: "That alley was not deserted before. People come and go, and it's lively. It's just that something happened later, and it was abandoned. "

As I ate, I asked, "What's wrong?" Is there a female ghost? "

The old man nodded: "It turns out that this alley is not a dead end, there is a door open inside, and inside the door is a theater garden." There's a troupe singing in it. When I was young, I liked to lie on the door when I had nothing to do, watch from the crack in the door, listen to the play, and watch the play. Later, I don't know what happened to Lu Dao, there was a scene there. After a few months of support, the troupe dispersed. "

As soon as the old man said this, I suddenly remembered that the drums I heard last night were clearly the gongs and drums on the stage. And the people we saw were also the faces of Peking Opera.

As soon as I told me about the situation, the old man nodded: "You should be right. When the troupe disbanded, I was still young. At that time, I didn't know what the road was disbanding, but I remember the day of the disbandment, those actors washed their makeup one after another, each carrying a small burden, and said goodbye at the mouth of the alley. Some of them laughed, some cried, and some did not speak. After making a fuss for a while, they went their separate ways, and there was no one left.

"Although I was young at that time, I also had some emotion in my heart, thinking that once this troupe left, I didn't know where to go to watch the play in the future. Before I knew it, I was walking into the garden. When I walked in, I saw the old head of the class squatting on the ground and burning something. burned a lot of the clothes, faces, gongs and drums used for singing.

"I thought it was a shame at the time. So he said to the master, 'Don't burn it, leave one or two for me to play with.' The old head of the class said with teary eyes, "These are all red things, don't play with them, children." After saying this, he ignored me. "

I looked at the old man suspiciously: "Who is Hongxi?" "

The old man took a sip of soup and said, "Hongxi is the one who died back then." I was too young at the time to know that Lu Daohongxi was dead, and I only found out about this later. "

Obviously, the old man's words attracted us all, and we all asked, "Is the female ghost in the alley Hongxi?" "

The old man shook his head: "It can be said that it is Hongxi, or it can be said that it is not Hongxi." "

I was a little strange: "How do you say that?" Why is it and isn't? "