The appearance of the well made all the members of [Nanzhifang] panic again.

"Ban...... Class Leader...... It's her! ”

"No...... I'm not going! She's going to kill us! A short, but sturdy martial artist shouted tremblingly.

He turned and ran behind him, he was going back to the river and rowing out of this damn place!

Seeing him like this, other people's minds also moved, not everyone wanted to come, but the head of the class said that there was a glimmer of life to come and play a play for her, and if she didn't come, she would definitely die, so everyone was reluctant to come over.

But the current situation does not look like life at all!

That ghost doesn't want to listen to the drama at all, it wants everyone's lives!

Instead of throwing themselves into the net, it is better to fight, anyway, there are so many people, the big deal is to hide in the temple or Taoist temple for the rest of their lives, they don't believe that this female ghost even dares to enter the place of gods and Buddhas!

However, before the others could make a move, they saw two rows of paper figures standing neatly suddenly turn their heads to look at the short martial artist who had fled, and then ...... Their white fingers stretched out!

Dense white fingers caught up with him at a rapid pace, and then stabbed into his vest with a "poof-" sound.

"Poof......

The dwarf martial artist had no power to parry at all, and he spurted blood from his mouth and looked down at his chest......

The paper man's fingers all pierced his torso, and the pale fingers were still covered with scraps of flesh and blood.

"Plop—"

The vitality quickly drained from his physical strength, and the miserable white fingers retracted again, and the face of the paper boy and girl was still smeared with red balls, with a weird smile:

"Singing!"

"Singing!"

Their high-pitched voices are like a deadly spell.

"Ho...... He Zhongping is dead! ”

The people who wanted to run with this short and strong martial artist seemed to have been poured down by a basin of cold water, and their faces were all pale.

"Run!" Zhao Qigong stared at everyone fiercely, "Keep running!" ”

"You know how she died! You think you can run away like this? I tell you......"

Zhao Qigong said word by word: "The only chance is to act according to the charter and handle the last scene for her!" So that she can't make a move on us! ”

"Remember to Lao Tzu that ghosts are changed by people! She will be angry when she dies too badly, and the living should not be afraid of dead ghosts, they all follow Lao Tzu down the well! You dared to bully her when she was alive, and you shrank your eggs after she died? ”

Zhao Qigong scolded, he pointed at "Lin Yanqing" Miss Lin, and shouted: "Put makeup on her!" Everyone changes costumes, puts on makeup, and goes down the well after half an hour! ”

"Yes...... Class Master! ”

"Yes!"

Hearing Zhao Qigong say this, there is a precedent of being killed if he escapes, and the people in this team finally have no other choice.

Now there is only one way to go to the dark to survive.

Qin Manjiang was also carefully observing his surroundings at the moment, just now he deliberately made a middle finger gesture in front of everyone, just to find others through this action.

But now only Mei Sijun responded.

What about the rest?

Just as he was thinking about it, suddenly, Qin Manjiang saw a young man dressed as a martial artist winking at him!

"Imp, help me put on my boots!"

He shouted.

Qin Manjiang raised his eyebrows, turned his head to look at Mei Sijun, who had been pulled to put on makeup, and responded: "Here!" ”

The current scene is scary and chaotic, that is, those musicians did not pay attention to Qin Manjiang, and he came to the "Wusheng" very smoothly.

"The Sword Comes"

"Who are you?"

Qin Manjiang asked first.

Wu Sheng was tall and strong, with dark skin, and a great sense of security, and he didn't hide it when he heard it, and said in a low voice: "Yang." ”

It's him!

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

Yang nodded: "I know, I saw you talking to Mei Sijun just now." ”

Qin Manjiang's heart moved, and he looked at him: "How do you know that Miss Lin is Mei Sijun?" ”

"I can lip read." Yang Si glanced at it a few times, and said in a low voice, "If you speak in the future, even if you lower your voice, you have to avoid the eyes of others, there are not many people who can read lips, but there must be." ”

So that's the case, Qin Manjiang immediately nodded and wrote down this lesson.

Maybe a few of these actors who go south and north can really read lip language. This time it was really my own carelessness.

As he was talking, Qin Manjiang suddenly felt his waist being stabbed by his fingers.

Who?

Qin Manjiang turned his head reluctantly, and Yang was also a little surprised, he didn't even feel someone approaching?

However, when the two were on guard, they only saw a short girl.

Looking at the dead fish-like eyes, Qin Manjiang didn't even need to ask, he shouted directly:

"Nie Yunzhen?"

The girl nodded, not saying a word.

Yang also breathed a sigh of relief, but soon, he whispered, "Don't you think something is wrong?" ”

Nie Yunzhen didn't react, but Qin Manjiang nodded and said, "It's just the four of us." ”

Yang saw that Qin Manjiang understood his meaning so quickly, and he was also a little relieved in his heart, at least he didn't have to devote too much energy to explain his intentions.

At present, the only people who have appeared in the soul crossing are the four of them who fell into the water together.

Qin Manjiang, Yang, Nie Yunzhen, Mei Sijun.

As for the others, their "corpses" were seen in the river before they fell into the water, but so far, none of the others have appeared.

What's going on here?

At this moment, "Miss Lin", who was called to put on makeup, suddenly shouted: "Xiao Qi, come and help me with my braids!" ”

Qin Manjiang exchanged glances with Yang and Nie Yunzhen, and said quickly: "Let's find out what happened to that female ghost before her death, the time of this ultimate strange talk is seven days, and it is estimated that it will not be so simple after going down the well, and then contact you." ”

"Well, your identity can follow Mei Sijun to act, be careful." Yang said.

His character is a martial artist of the troupe, but in this Huangquan opera, there is a high probability that he will not have a chance to appear.

Not to mention Nie Yunzhen, she seems to be just a little maid in the hall, responsible for some chores.

Now the people in this troupe are really in danger, and they are not too reluctant in addition to fear, which shows that they have indeed done bad things.

Figuring out the secret of the female ghost throwing herself into the well is the top priority.

Qin Manjiang nodded at them, turned around and left.

When he passed, the makeup on Mei Sijun's face had been put on, and he was sitting on a box at the moment, with his head sideways, holding a comb, slowly combing his long hair, and humming a song in his mouth:

"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"

He carefully braided his long hair into a braid, coiled it on his head, coiled his sideburns, and then inserted the sharp hairpin, as if he knew that Qin Manjiang was coming, and asked in a low voice, "Is it beautiful?" ”

Qin Manjiang lost his mind slightly, the appearance of this "Miss Lin" is first-class and good, and it is not an exaggeration to call it the national color and heavenly fragrance, and among the people he has seen, only Mei Sijun can compare with it.

But this Mei Sijun's soul is in the body of "Miss Lin" at this moment, which is really a coincidence.

Wait a minute......

Wrong!

Qin Manjiang suddenly realized that the play that "Mei Sijun" sang just now was "Suolin Bag"!

"My sister died complaining with hatred, and she was my sister's ...... How can you be indifferent," she turned, her pretty face bloodless, cold and stiff.

Maybe it's the cover of makeup, Qin Manjiang only feels that there is no human expression on her face, only ...... Resentment and hatred.

This is not Mei Sijun...... This is the original Lin Yanqing, Miss Lin!

Mei Sijun didn't completely occupy her body, and now ...... Miss Lin appeared!

"Little Seven...... Is that right? ”

She raised her head, and in the dark hole of the child, Qin Manjiang's figure was reflected.