The harlequin has been decided, Qin Manjiang stepped into the gravel road, and the bottom of the dark well was silent.

This strange talk made him feel weirder and weirder.

Why does this ghost have so many cumbersome arrangements?

Is ritual really that important to it......

Qin Manjiang always felt that the body of this powerful ghost was full of "human flavor".

Unlike the pure evil encountered before, this ghost seems to have its own "emotions", and it wants to take revenge, but the way it does so is so tortuous and bizarre.

This doesn't quite fit in with all the ghosts in the weird tale game.

Is there another twist and turn?

Lin Yanqing said that the second half of Li Yunxiu's story was hidden at the bottom of this well, and let him explore it by himself.

But the eerie theater not far away is not a good place to go at first glance.

There is no one around at the moment, and from the current speculation, if you want to enter the theater, everyone needs to choose the role they want to play and step on the larger gravel with a font pattern.

Those who did not step on the gravel of the "character" and stepped straight into the gravel road are probably the same as the two scenes they saw just now, they have been controlled by the ghosts, and death is only a matter of time.

But after dividing the paths according to the characters, they seem to be divided into different spaces, and they can't see each other, but they can faintly feel that there are other people around them, and they can even hear sounds!

That's right......

Sound.

This is the most surprising point for Qin Manjiang.

At this moment, he and Mei Sijun were also standing on this gravel road, and they were the only ones on the gravel road, but whether it was Qin Manjiang or Mei Sijun, they could hear the subtle sound of the other party moving forward.

Qin Manjiang tried to ask in a low voice, "Is that you?" Mr. May? ”

He immediately got Mei Sijun's response: "It's me, we seem to be on different levels of the same space, although we can't see each other, but the sound is not hindered." ”

"That's fine, if we go in the same direction, we can discuss it at any time." Mei Sijun said.

"Really?" Qin Manjiang's heart swelled with uneasiness, "Mr. Mei, let me ask you, are you really sure that the person who is talking to you is me?" ”

Mei Sijun suddenly fell silent.

Indeed, it is like sleeping on a bed in the same room, and there are ten people lying on the bed, and none of them can feel each other's presence, only to hear voices, which does seem very safe, but in case...... Ghosts are mixed in too?

"I see, then...... Let's be careful. ”

Mei Sijun said.

Silence at the moment and doing your own thing is indeed the best choice.

Since [Nanzhifang] is a strange time and space with multiple spaces superimposed according to different identities, then its fatality is likely to be whether it can hide itself while exploring.

It's bizarre that each space is both independent and unified.

There is also a strong connection with each other.

Just like Qin Manjiang said, no one knows what identity the ghost has taken and which space he is walking in, if he rashly talks to the voice in the air, once the other party is a ghost, then he will completely expose his existence, isn't that self-defeating?

Neither of them spoke again, and the voices of the people walking on the gravel road were very low, not very close, and it was extremely difficult to detect if you listened carefully.

Qin Manjiang stood in place and waited for a while, until he couldn't hear Mei Sijun's voice at all, and then he continued to move forward.

The deeper he went, the darker it became, the colder the cold air wrapped around his body, and the theater was also in the middle of Qin Manjiang's advance...... Slowly get bigger.

When I got to the bottom of the theater, I just finished walking the gravel road.

He only felt cold and stiff all over, and looked up at the theater shrouded in darkness, its shadow ...... Like a "giant" who was possessed and looking at him.

An unspeakable panic slowly spread from the darkness around him, and the environment at the bottom of the well, like a low-resolution old-fashioned movie, is not very realistic, but on the contrary, it is a hazy lake, accompanied by the occasional small sound that floats by, and makes people feel unstoppable hairs in the bottom of their hearts.

If it was Qin Manjiang's own body, although he would feel fear at this moment, it was still in a controllable range, because his body would strictly control the impact of fear on his body functions.

And yet now...... The situation is different.

Qin Manjiang has a lot of ideas in his mind, and there is also a lot of imagination space, under the outline of his thinking, the entire theater seems to have become a ghost mouth that has been cracked in the dark, and is waiting for him to come to the door.

"Huh......" Qin Manjiang slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and muttered in his heart, "It turns out that my guts are so small......"

I used to feel that I was not afraid of heaven and earth, after all, no matter what happened, his movements were as stable as usual, although his hands and feet would tremble, his back and head would also break out in cold sweat, and his arms would get goosebumps, but these would not affect his movements at all.

It seems that for his body, the emotion of "fear" is enough to be expressed, and the impact on physical action is unnecessary.

So he had always felt that he was quite bold, but now that his soul entered this body, he knew ...... It turned out that it wasn't him bold.

It's my own body that's too easy to use.

At this moment, Qin Manjiang suddenly heard a small voice?

Are people in the same space, or people in different spaces?

Qin Manjiang immediately drilled into the theater building, and hid next to the pillar under the building sign.

What is it......

His brow furrowed slightly.

However, a pair of hands slowly reached for his shoulders.

When he was about to touch him, Qin Manjiang turned around and grabbed that hand!

"Pretty clever."

An old face appeared in front of Qin Manjiang.

Through the dim light, Qin Manjiang saw clearly who he was-

Class leader, Zhao Qigong!

He's in the same space as himself?!

That is, he also chose the harlequin?

"Xiao Qi, you are very good...... I even knew to step on a big rock on the gravel road to come in, not like that group of idiots. Zhao Qigong stared at Qin Manjiang and said in a low voice.

This Zhao Qigong's voice made Qin Manjiang extremely uneasy in his heart.

This Zhao Qigong definitely has a big problem!

First of all, his identity as the head of the [Nanzhifang] class, as well as ...... Judging from what he said just now, this person knows exactly the right way to enter the theater.

What does this mean?

Either...... It's not the first time he's been here.

Either......

Qin Manjiang thought of a more extreme possibility.

All this ...... Including the death of the predecessor of the pillar, could it be this Zhao Qigong's hands and feet?

So he knows everything?

"You're not Xiao Qi?" Zhao Qigong's eyes changed, and he was about to do something, but he saw Qin Manjiang suddenly sitting on the ground, looking at him numbly, as if he was already frightened.

Zhao Qigong stared at Qin Manjiang deadly, wanting to see some flaws in this "face", Qin Manjiang's lips trembled, and his face was pale, he didn't pretend, after all, now this body, he was scared, it was really like this.

This also seemed to convince Zhao Qigong, he reached out and pulled Qin Manjiang up from the ground, and patted his clothes for him: "Don't cry, don't shout, if you want to live, listen to my ......"

Qin Manjiang seemed to have come back to his senses at this time, and said with a trembling mouth: "Ban...... Class master, where is this? What about everyone? ”

"I ...... We're not...... Do you want to sing to the ghosts......"

"Hey, singing......" Zhao Qigong laughed, laughing very eeriely, "Yes, it's singing...... Xiao Qi, let's go in in a while, you help the class master, find something......"

Qin Manjiang chuckled in his heart, no...... This ultimate weirdness is not right!

"Find ...... Looking for what? ”

His rightly fearful made Zhao Qigong even more satisfied.

Zhao Qigong turned his head to look at the first floor of the pitch-black theater building, and in the darkness, there seemed to be countless eyes staring at ......

"A piece of jade ......" The hideousness on Zhao Qigong's face made Qin Manjiang shudder a little: "No...... It's a cicada, my jade cicada, which was taken in the mouth by that slut and jumped into this well......"

Qin Manjiang's heart shook wildly, jade cicada!

Life thinks it is admired, death thinks it contains, and the jade cicada is a burial jade!

In short, it is to make jade into the shape of a cicada, and use the feathering of the cicada as a metaphor for the rebirth of man. Putting the jade cicada in the mouth of the deceased is called a cicada, and suppressing the tongue in the mouth of the deceased is to suppress the soul, implying that although the body is dead, the soul is immortal......

What is going on with this [Huangquan Opera]?