The white boat blocks the way, and the paper man welcomes the guests.

Under the moonlight, everyone in [Nanzhifang] was pale.

The head of the class, Zhao Qigong, glanced at the chief steward beside him, and the old man who was half-cut into the ground immediately understood, and hurriedly left the bow of the boat and went to the cabin, not knowing what to get.

The flotilla was stopped.

Or rather...... The end has arrived.

The ghost came out to "greet" them.

"Dock!"

Zhao Qigong shouted, and one large, seven and eight small boats all moved.

"Brethren! This time it's either its soul is gone, or you and I go to Huangquan together! ”

"Grab everything!"

Zhao Qigong used his greatest strength to shout in the night.

His voice had the power to fan people's hearts, but unfortunately it was a little powerless in front of the huge white paper boat and the dense paper boys and girls.

It's not so much about surviving from the dead, it's about ...... They simply don't have a choice.

On the musician boat, Qin Manjiang glanced at the old drum master and asked, "Why do you have to sing for ghosts?" ”

The old drummer touched his drum and sighed: "Because of our troupe, I'm sorry for her first......"

"If we can't fulfill her last wish, we will only die even worse."

He finally spoke!

Qin Manjiang struck while the iron was hot and continued to ask, "Who is she?" What last wish? ”

The old drummer glanced at Qin Manjiang, his faint old eyes suddenly changed a little, he reached out and touched Qin Manjiang's head: "Xiao Qi, you are not such a clever child......

Qin Manjiang suddenly felt bad, but before he could react, the old drummer suddenly pinched a certain tendon on the back of his neck, and Qin Manjiang instantly lost his strength and fell to the ground softly.

"This kid fell into the water and was tied up! We can't let a demon possess us take our lives. The old drummer glanced at Qin Manjiang coldly, "If it's not like Xiao Qi, throw it back into the water and drown." ”

The old drummer's sudden change of face caught Qin Manjiang off guard, and he was quickly tied up by several other musicians in the cabin and thrown aside.

Qin Manjiang immediately lowered his eyebrows and pleasing his eyes, did not speak, and did not beg for mercy.

He's already tasted something.

In this era, none of the people who came out to travel south and north were good at stubble......

The old guys in the cabin, with an average age of more than fifty, all looked old and dizzy, but in fact, they must have their own means to live to this age.

Qin Manjiang was protected by him when the wooden boat was bumping, and he had always been kind to him, which made Qin Manjiang make a hasty judgment, and now it seems that this old guy has been guarding against himself.

Now he can't provoke them anymore, in case he is really tied up and thrown into the water, Qin Manjiang doesn't think that he can still live.

Where are the others?

The number of people who talked about this strange story was as high as eleven, if everyone was the same, possessed by someone in this era, if they were united, they would have the ability to control this troupe.

At that time, whether it is soft grinding or hard foam, or using strong means, you can understand the cause and effect of this incident.

"I Have a Catalogue of Ghosts and Gods"

"Bang-"

Suddenly, the ship shook and landed.

Qin Manjiang was picked up by the musician who pulled the erhu and threw it on the shore casually.

The bones of this body were very weak, and he fell in an instant.

Shaking his head and sobering up for a while, he raised his eyes to look around, and Qin Manjiang was immediately speechless......

Not only him, but also the members of the drama team who took their guys off the boat were also so frightened that their eyes were straight and they trembled.

No other......

It's really the scene in front of me, it's too incredible.

At this moment, the sky was not yet light, and under the dim skylight, the wind did not stop, and two rows of colorful paper boys and girls with sly faces were lined up in two columns, extending from the shore to the front.

The wind blew through the paper streamers on their bodies, sizzling.

"Singing!"

"Singing!"

The two nearest boys and girls suddenly shouted, and all the paper men and women also turned their heads in unison at this moment and looked at everyone in [Nanzhifang].

Being "stared at" by the miserable white paper faces, this weird feeling is almost suffocating!

"Singing ......"

"Singing ......"

"Singing ......"

The shrill voices of boys and girls dancing in the wind are simply creepy.

[Nanzhifang] is a troupe that can take on yin dramas, and I have seen a lot of strange things, but it is the first time that it is so terrifying and so strange.

Many members have weak legs and stomachs, and they have already retreated.

"Don't be afraid! fulfilled her wish and sang her last play! ”

Class leader Zhao Qigong shouted:

"Otherwise, even if you hide to the ends of the earth, it's useless!"

As soon as the second sentence of the class leader came out, it strengthened their minds again.

It's not that they have the courage to stir up, it's just that they know at all times...... There is no way back now.

With Zhao Qigong's words, and Zhao Qigong was indeed the first to go forward, everyone finally began to bring their things, and under the "welcome" of the paper men and women on both sides, they walked forward.

Where the hell does that ghost want us to sing for it?

The more everyone walks, the cooler their hearts become.

Qin Manjiang was pushed forward by the old drummer, and at this time, he saw a beautiful face!

"Sister!"

remembered what the old man said before, this woman should be his "godsister", the "Miss Lin".

Qin Manjiang struggled to run towards that side without hesitation.

And Mei Sijun, who suddenly heard Qin Manjiang's shout, was also confused.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw a fourteen or fifteen-year-old child dressed in gray cloth with his hands tied behind his back running in this direction.

He called me sister?

Could it be one of the few children who wandered with "Miss Lin" before?

"Little King Eight Calves!"

When the old drummer saw that he dared to run around and scream at such a moment, he was so angry that his beard was about to rise, and he was about to catch him.

Qin Manjiang's hands were tied behind his back, but it didn't prevent him from giving a middle finger to the old drummer at this moment.

Mei Sijun's eyes lit up, and he understood the general identity of this kid, and immediately stood up and said:

"What do you want to do? Hit my brother? ”

As soon as "Miss Lin" spoke, the class owner who was walking in front immediately turned around, and saw that it was Xiao Qi, who had fallen into the water on the big boat before, and there seemed to be a conflict with the drum master in the team, and the godsister was coming out for her younger brother, so she drank the old drum master: "What to do!" Want to die? ”

The old drummer stopped stupidly, followed everyone under the "welcome" of the paper figures on both sides, and continued to walk forward step by step.

After Qin Manjiang saw the movements of "Miss Lin" just now, he also knew it, and after letting her untie the rope in her hand, she whispered, "Sister...... You're a sister, right? ”

Mei Sijun finally met a "modern" soul, and he was also relieved, and asked in a low voice:

"I'm Mei Sijun, who are you?"

Mei Sijun?

Qin Manjiang breathed a sigh of relief, the most important person in this strange talk is Mei Sijun, without him, these self-drama blindness are simply black.

"I'm Qin Manjiang......"

"Qin Manjiang?" Mei Sijun didn't seem to react.

“…… Abyss. ”

Qin Manjiang added.

"Oh...... It's you. Mei Sijun nodded.

At this point, the line stopped.

Zhao Qigong, the class leader who walked in the front to give everyone courage, had an extremely ugly face.

Because...... There is no way in front of you.

On the left and right, the paper figures have a weird smile on their faces:

"Theater troupe, go in ......"

All the paper people looked at Zhao Qigong in unison.

The whole [Nanzhifang] is silent, because at the end of this "paper man sandwich road" is a bottomless well......

Don't......

Does the ghost want them to jump into the well and sing a play?