She grabbed two sticks of artemisia grass and said, "My grandfather said that if you encounter something dirty, the artemisia grass will wilt." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The artemisia grass in her hand was pulled down, and it immediately fell down and wilted.

"Brother, let's go back. ”

"I'm afraid I won't be able to go back. Wushuang pointed to the path behind him that he had just walked.

Ma Ya couldn't help but gasp when she looked back, where was there any shadow of the path behind them? The branches of those dead trees were as hideous as the withered claws of a terrible ghost in the night, there was not a single leaf on the branches, there was not a single ray of light in the dead trees, and there was endless fear when I looked at the past.

"Don't be afraid, whether it's a human or a ghost, they are all bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, since we have already come, let's go and see what is going on. In fact, these lonely ghosts and wild ghosts either want to find a replacement for the dead ghosts, or they just want to light ingots and incense candles. "Compared to the strange encounters in the ancient tomb, these are indeed nothing to Wushuang.

After walking into the mountain for about ten minutes, I saw a torch lit at the foot of the mountain, and at the foot of the mountain was a stage, and on this stage was the whole troupe. There are two carriages in the background, and the carriages are where the actors change their clothes. This stage is about 100 square meters large, and there are three actors standing on it, and the actors have heavy makeup on their faces, black faces and red faces, and they don't know what they are singing when they are babbling in their mouths.

At the bottom of the stage, the eccentric spectators sat on long wooden chairs and craned their necks to listen, sometimes shaking their heads to the rhythm of blowing, playing and singing, as if they were enjoying themselves. But still, they didn't communicate with each other at all, not even a single glance at their companions.

There is also a vendor below, holding a plate, on which are snacks such as melon seeds and peanuts, and whoever wants it will be placed on the table. It's like watching it on TV.

"It's quite lively, hehe......" Wushuang smiled and sat at a table in the far corner with Ma Ya.

He has a strange personality and does not like to follow the crowd, and when he reaches the climax of the singing, he will stand up and applaud, completely ignoring the silence of the other spectators. But after all, the food vendor walked past him, and he didn't dare to pick up the melons, fruits, and pastries from the vendor.

The troupe on the stage kept banging and singing, including the group of eccentric spectators under the stage, everything was almost exactly the same as the one in Wushuang's dream just now.

All the spectators had the same expressions, neither smiling nor angry, and they stiffly watched the drama unfold, perhaps this was the nth time they had seen it, but they still came tonight as promised, because they would never get out of this endless loop.

"Brother, do we have any other way to leave?"

"Let's wait and see, for the time being, they haven't made any other moves, I don't know what this group of guys is trying to hook us up, whether it's a human or a ghost, there is a difference between good and evil. Wushuang had a good thought in his heart, he was not a mage who subdued demons and eliminated demons, nor was he a Taoist priest who hunted ghosts, and he was not like Tong Sixi who had a golden point technique to protect himself. But don't forget, he is a pure yang body, and he has the blood of the White Emperor in his body, where is some ordinary lonely soul and wild ghost who says that he will be harmed?

Whether it's a person or a ghost, you don't know each other and you won't come to you for no reason, Wushuang believes that they have something to ask for themselves to attract themselves, but after he came, none of these guys stood up to express their position, just let them watch boring singing, he is not engaged in literature and art, the more he watched, the more boring he became, and he climbed on the table and took a nap when he looked at it.

Although he didn't dare to sleep in a daze, his ears were always tingling and babbling, which made him a little tired.

"Since we're here, let's wait until dawn before leaving, I guess the sun won't come out, and we'll definitely have to torture here." Girl, you stare at me and take a nap. ”

Wushuang crawled on the table and closed his eyes to recuperate, and he definitely couldn't sleep.

"Brother, wake up, it seems that someone is here again. Ma Ya pushed him.

Wushuang opened his eyes and looked, it turned out that three more people came in from outside the mountain, and these three people were dressed very similarly to them, obviously not with this group of people. And they have yang energy on them, and they probably heard the singing nearby and were hooked.

The three men were burly, wearing tights and carrying bags behind their backs, with a serious face, they came over to look at Wushuang, and then sat down at a table close to Wushuang and listened to the big drama quietly.

In the middle of the night in the wilderness, except for them, I am afraid that no one from the locals will dare to listen to the ghost singing. As soon as they looked at their expressions, they knew that they weren't good stubble.

Musou looked very closely, and found that there was a man with a knife handle exposed in his backpack, which looked like an Oriental katana from the shape of the handle.

At this time, the snack seller came over with a plate, and he had to peddle every new group of visitors, but he didn't shout, walked to your table and nodded at you, and then once brought the types of snacks he sold to you on a small plate, you can leave what you like to eat, it doesn't matter how much money you give, more is not too much, not too much, not too little.

"Brother, can't you eat those things?"

"Don't move, don't remind them. Wushuang pressed the half-standing Ma Ya down again.

"But ......"

"Don't talk, keep watching!" Wushuang reached under the table, gestured to Ma Ya in sign language, and wrote the word "Japan" on her little hand.

It is estimated that these are the werewolves sent by Keisuke Kawashima to track the matchless, but they don't understand the customs of the Chinese, don't understand the rules in the mountains, and think that someone really does red and white things and sings on the stage. The reason why they don't dare to make a move now is because they don't know that these are not living people, hundreds of strangely dressed people are sitting together, and no one dares to act rashly.

Wushuang's experience is not in the play, he observes the nearby terrain, but this place is at the foot of the mountain, there is no road in front of him, and there are dead branches and forests in the back, if he fights with the Japanese, there will definitely be no way back, in addition, Ma Ya is not a blue butterfly, and her three-legged cat kung fu can't help herself.

After singing a play, Wushuang still stood up and applauded as usual, while the other spectators were still expressionless and continued to wait for the arrival of the next play.

"Master, I'm happy to hear it today, I'll give it a shot. Wushuang shouted loudly at the stage, took out ten tickets from his body and scattered them.

His unusual behavior alerted the Japanese at the next table, and two of the guys had already put their bags on their laps and their hands on the hilts of their knives, ready to kill.