The four of them were busy fleeing to the high places on the riverbank, but Mei Sijun, who had always been detached and elegant, was a little reluctant to go, he looked at the river in a daze, and muttered:

"The living man's stage, the dead man's play...... Tie lanterns, tie paper people, blank paper all over the sky, and fall into money...... That's the yin drama of Nanzhifang, it's them...... It's Nanzhibo! ”

Yang pressed him, the handsome young master of the Liyuan family seemed to have fallen into an evil spirit, seeing the river surging and the corpses coming ashore, he still wanted to rush to the river, wanting to see the truth.

"Mei Sijun, you don't want to live anymore!"

Yang grabbed his hand stiffly, although his body didn't seem to have a big muscle mass, it was extremely well trained, and the strength was not something that Mei Sijun could resist at all.

Mei Sijun was pressed to the high slope of the riverbank, still struggling to himself, and kept talking: "The ancestors of the Mei family are the heads of a hundred families, and they want to be their own faction...... There is only the Nanzhifang Association, it doesn't teach, and others can't understand it......"

"Now that the big drama is being played in front of my eyes, what if there is such a good opportunity, but what if you lose your life? Don't stop me, I want to see a real ......."

"What can you do when you see it clearly? When the life is gone, who is going to tell the others how to sing the dead man's play? Yang pressed him, but he didn't let go, "You have to live before you can see more dramas!" ”

Mei Sijun finally stopped moving, and Qin Manjiang and Nie Yunzhen didn't continue to run.

Because they found that the dead bodies crawling out of the bottom of the river were not coming for them.

The white mist still shrouded the river, and the paper figures on the boat sang "Suolin Bag", and the dead bodies crawling out of the bottom of the river stood on the shore one by one, and suddenly ......

"I'm afraid that the flowing water will go to the spring, and the same mood is different."

"When you laugh on an auspicious day, why do you turn into tears?"

"Seeing Hu Po is like an empty mountain, have you ever seen my husband and my Xuantai?"

"She burst into tears, her voice was interrupted, like Du Juan, crying in the courtyard, Baxia mourning ape, touching the heartstrings, so not miserable."

"This is also a lesson from God, he taught me to put away the remaining hatred, avoid coquettishness, and reform myself, change my temperament, stop falling in love, turn back from the bitter sea, and realize Lan Yin's ...... early"

“……”

The same lyrics sounded on the banks of the river, the same grievances and tactfulness, the same weirdness and unspeakable.

Qin Manjiang and the others looked at the scene in front of them, and they were really puzzled, but Mei Sijun saw the doorway.

"I thought that the paper man on the boat sang "Suolin Bag" to wake up the dead corpses at the bottom of the river and besiege us, but I never thought about ......it."

The excitement and fear on his face coexisted: "The dead body at the bottom of the river is indeed awakened by it, but it does not ...... with it"

"One river and one bank, singing opposite each other, the same excerpt, the same singing...... It's a play against the stage......"

Mei Sijun looked at the dead bodies, although the corpses that crawled out of the bottom of the river had long since decomposed, and the clothes they were wearing were also tattered, it was difficult to distinguish, but they could still be more or less old.

This is probably a hundred years ago......

If the paper figure on the boat is Nanzhifang, then which troupe is the dead body at the bottom of the river that sings against it?

The dead ghosts on both sides, the voices are mournful and tactful, it is really weird, it is difficult to see the light of day in the early morning, and the surroundings are getting darker and darker.

The fog on the river is also a little thicker.

The two parties come and go, and a play of "Suolin Bag" is sung in the dark.

Suddenly—

The lyrics came to an abrupt end, and a very thin female voice abruptly came out of a third party—

"The thief Li Bao is greedy for money and lustful,

Nu to the Magpie Bridge.

Snatch away my splendid ayara,

The hairpin ring on the head,

Kill me and die in Huangquan......"

"What kind of drama is this......" Qin Manjiang was confused, he didn't know anything about opera at all, or in other words, this generation knew very little about drama and opera.

Fortunately, there is a Mr. Mei.

His face changed slightly, and he said, "Changed...... This is "Tanyin Mountain", the ghost of vain death, the collusion of yin and yang...... Not good! ”

This time, Mei Sijun said to herself: "Hurry up!" The new female ghost is going to take us all to the underworld! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sound of rushing water behind the four of them.

Looking back, no one was dumbfounded.

They were obviously hiding on the high slope of the riverbank, and in front of them was the place where the two fierce ghosts were confronting, but at this moment, when they turned their heads, there was also a river behind them!

Covered by the fog, the paper man stood on the boat, the dead body patrolled the shore, and the two identical rivers actually sandwiched the four of them in the middle of the riverbank!

Seeing that the river was getting wider and wider, almost engulfing the riverbank, the dead bodies were getting closer and closer.

At this time, Qin Manjiang's eyes were sharp, and he saw several corpses floating in the water.

If you look closely, the costume is completely different from other corpses, it is a modern person!

But the corpse had been blistered so that the flesh had already separated, revealing the white phalanges, which looked particularly terrifying.

But when the water surged and the corpses revealed their soaked faces, the four of them were all terrified.

The corpse in the river, it was the doctor Yan Xiao, the player's wreckage, Zhong Xueran, Milin, let me out, Xinxin, Chen Zhiyuan......

It's a few others!

Dead?

Zhong Xueran held Sanqingling in his hand, and Yan Xiao also had a scalpel, how could he die in such a place suddenly?

Are those corpses illusions?

was thinking about it, and suddenly, the four of them fell into the river together!

It turned out that at some point, the two rivers that surrounded them exactly the same had quietly closed, completely engulfing the banks of the river, and submerging the four of them in the river.

The icy water of the river immediately made the four of them excited.

The black river seemed to have some kind of suction, dragging them down.

Yang's physical strength is the best, but even he can't break free from this terrifying suction......

The four of them struggled desperately, but they couldn't get into it in any way, and from the shore, the river was not wide, but once it fell into the water, the river seemed to become wide and boundless, and wooden boats tied with lanterns drove over, surrounding them, and paper figures stood on the bow of the boat, quietly watching the four people floating and sinking in the water.

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On each boat, masked rowers stretched out their stiff hands to remove their masks.

But I heard Mei Sijun shouting while struggling in the water: "Don't look at their faces!" ”

Qin Manjiang and the three of them did it immediately, and Yang struggled to pull the others, and finally pulled Nie Yunzhen and Mei Sijun to his side, but he couldn't separate his hands to catch Qin Manjiang no matter what.

Qin Manjiang's physical strength was average, and it was really difficult for him to resist the majestic suction of the river.

Between ups and downs, there is already more time to sink and less time to float.

The cold and biting water of the river choked into the lungs from the nose and mouth, and it hurt hotly.

His consciousness also quickly dissipated as his stamina and oxygen were depleted.

At the last glance, I saw ...... Yang Zheng struggled to swim towards him......

The next moment...... The Qin Manjiang River was completely submerged to the bottom of the river.

Mei Sijun, Yang, and Nie Yunzhen looked at the calm river in a daze, and after a while, they ......

A familiar corpse floated up—

It was Qin Manjiang.