"Whatever you want."

Yan Xiao didn't look back, and walked forward.

Shen Shi also calmed down at the moment, he had almost never been in such a gaffe situation as just now, no matter how the players in his fellow players cursed, insulted, or even moved, he could ignore it, and even find it funny.

Can it be ...... He was "helped" when he was weak, which made Shen Shi completely unacceptable.

"I used a permanent prop, and I didn't have enough mental focus to be able to sneak up on him."

An inexplicable psychology made him reluctantly explain.

Yan Xiao didn't even respond, just silently opened the way in front.

The speed of the two was not fast, because the bottom of the well was too primitive, it was an empty hole, and both above and under the feet, there was slippery moss and cold water droplets.

And what makes them most curious is undoubtedly the paper people pasted on the wall.

These paper figures are lifelike, and they seem to be ...... Where have you seen it?

At this moment, a translucent shadow flashed in front of the two of them!

What is it?!

Yan Xiao flipped his left hand, and the scalpel appeared in his hand, looking ahead vigilantly.

But soon, the two of them discovered these flashes back and forth in front of them...... Seems like it's just some phantom?

As if in the fog, in the hazy blackness, a figure appeared, disappeared, reappeared, and disappeared......

Dada......

Looking at it, footsteps also appeared.

Seems to be right in the ear? But if you listen carefully, the voice becomes light again, if there is nothing, as if it is far away.

Yan Xiao took a cautious step and took a step towards the figure in front of him, his hand quietly passing through the figure without causing any waves.

Sure enough, it's a phantom, but what kind of phantom is this?

The phantom that appeared in the place where the ghost committed suicide in the well could not be just to create a terrifying atmosphere, it was most likely still hinting at something.

However, visibility here is too low.

The strange and dark environment enveloped the two of them, and although neither of them was dragged into the suffocating horror, it was indeed difficult to see what it was with just a pair of naked eyes.

"I'm going to turn on the flashlight."

Yan Xiao said in advance.

Before the wreck could answer, a bright light appeared.

Yan Xiao was really just informing, not discussing.

The light of the flashlight was enough to illuminate an area, but when Yan Xiao's flashlight shone on the phantom in front of him, he was stunned.

These people who are running are...... Yang?

And Nie Yunzhen, Qin Manjiang, Mei Sijun?

Why the four of them?

Everyone's figure flashed for a while, and then disappeared quickly, could it be ...... The shadow here is the afterimage left by them who traveled to a hundred years ago?

Impossible...... Why are they the only ones who leave the afterimage?

Yan Xiao frowned slightly, but at this time, he heard Shen Gu say: "I know what you are thinking, why is their phantom at the bottom of the well?" ”

"Well, if they really went a hundred years ago, why didn't the remnants of the others remain." Yan Xiao said.

"......" Shen Shi subconsciously wanted to laugh, but suddenly felt that he didn't need to disguise anything in front of this person, so he said: "You noticed the point, but the key is not why the afterimages of other people are not left, but, is there really anyone else?" ”

Yan Xiao was stunned by the wreck's words, and then, he immediately turned the flashlight and shone it on the paper figures around!

Pale but lifelike faces appeared in his field of vision and the wreckage.

"I don't think they're back a hundred years ago," Shen Shi whispered, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, and the physical trauma was still uncomfortable, "History...... History...... It's a foregone conclusion, and it's impossible to send them to a certain fateful situation......"

"Look at these paper figures...... Like a member of the troupe. ”

Actually, there is no need to say that Yan Xiao has also found out.

Could it be that the soul of Qin Manjiang and the four of them thought that it had worn for a hundred years was just a dream experienced with paper figures at the bottom of the well in modern [Nanzhifang]?

The light of the flashlight swept over the faces of each paper figure one by one, and when they knew that this strange talk was related to drama, whether it was Shen Shi or Yan Xiao, they urgently made up some drama-related knowledge in a short period of time, although they were not as professional as Mei Sijun and Yu Chenglin, but it was not difficult to see what these people were doing.

The makeup, expressions and movements of these paper figures fully show their profession.

Martial arts, courtyard aisle, flag gong umbrella newspaper, palace maid, dragon set, inspector, door curtain, box head, drama urger, music class......

These paper figures are all kinds of people in the troupe!

Shen Gu and Yan Xiao walked while checking each paper figure with a flashlight.

The glow of the flashlight made the paper man's already pale face even more hollow and terrifying, and occasionally the dripping water from the stone wall above his head smashed on the ground, and the echoing sound was also very strange.

"The First Evolution"

But neither Shen Shi nor Yan Xiao were pulled into it by the atmosphere of fear.

These are the top 10 seats, or rather...... The characteristics that are basically common to veteran players with a large number of spirit children, although they are not used to fear, but the atmosphere of pretending to be a ghost, and some suggestive self-scare, no longer works for them.

The two of them looked around the wall, and the paper figures were placed against the wall, and after reading them all, they found that there were nearly fifty paper figures here!

And, both discovered one thing.

"Did you see that?" Shen Shi asked.

"Well," Yan Xiao nodded, and the flashlight shone again in the deep darkness ahead, "There is no paper figure of the class master." ”

"What if...... Hmm......" The wreck bent over and let out a muffled snort.

Crimson blood oozed from the bandages, and his lips were no longer bloody.

"If this so-called [Nanzhifang] is a ghost troupe where Zhao Qigong manipulates paper figures and acts for ghosts from beginning to end, then ...... Class leader Zhao Qigong...... Find the living man who threw himself into the well as a pillar...... And why? He paused, and said his thoughts in fits and starts.

Yan Xiao glanced back at him, her gaze resting on the bandage that was already oozing blood.

The wreck continued: "Under what circumstances would a person choose to commit suicide by throwing himself into a well? ”

"Insulted...... Or is it forced? ”

"I think ......"

Before Shen Shi's words were finished, he was suddenly interrupted by Yan Xiao: "There are two possibilities, one is that she accidentally discovered that there was no living person in the entire troupe, all of them were paper figures and dummies. ”

"Two."

"If she hadn't committed suicide by throwing herself into a well, something would have happened that was even more unacceptable to her than death."

Yan Xiao said.

"She was holding a jade cicada before committing suicide, and in the information revealed by your permanent props, it belongs to the class leader Zhao Qigong."

Is it really Zhao Qigong......

At this point, the wreck made a gesture of silence.

Yan Xiao quieted down, but saw Shen Shi pointing to the darkness in front of him, and asked in a low voice:

"Listen, isn't it the sound of water?"