Ah Wei picked up the dagger that was placed in Huaguang Immortal Master's hand, but this small dagger did not give him much security.

He turned around suddenly, and the people around him withdrew their strange and gloomy eyes and returned to their normal appearance.

It seemed that in order to keep warm, everyone sat together tacitly, and Ah Wei also came over, not realizing that he was surrounded in the middle of the crowd.

Everyone chatted without a word, hoping to use the candles in the theater to hold on until dawn, and when the dawn came, everything would naturally stop.

The troupe owner suddenly mentioned it intentionally or unintentionally, "Ah, young man, I heard you say just now, go to Uncle Nine when you encounter dirty things, who is Uncle Nine?" ”

Ah Wei, who originally spit on Uncle Nine during the day and said that he was a liar, had changed his face at this time, full of boasting, and he couldn't wait to blow Uncle Nine to the sky.

No one can feel the sense of security that someone can resist in front of them in the face of terrifying demons.

"Uncle Nine is a well-known real person in our Renjia Town, but he studied under Maoshan and opened a Yizhuang, specializing in helping others clean up those dirty things, and sometimes he will look at feng shui ......"

Ah Wei bragged about Uncle Jiu's achievements, the eyes of the people around him were shining, and the troupe leader glared, "Such a powerful Taoist, can he surpass the grievances?" ”

"Of course! Let me tell you, there are people below Uncle Jiu, and those bad people call him brothers, this is what the rich man in the town said Master Huang, can the news of the rich man be fake? ”

Ah Weimeng clenched his fists, "When it dawns tomorrow, I will go to Uncle Jiu, and I must break that filthy thing into pieces!" ”

He thought of his tragic death of his father, and the whole person was instantly grieved.

The troupe owner wanted to reach out and pat Ah Wei's shoulder, but he stretched out his hand again, and said with envy, "It's really a good thing to have such a real person in charge." ”

The people around Ah Wei silently glanced at each other, and their bodies sitting cross-legged on the ground seemed to float, and moved backwards without a sound.

The whole room fell into silence, Ah Wei felt a little cold, touched his shoulders with both hands, and always felt that there was a yin wind blowing from nowhere, the yin wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the candlestick hanging on the roof of the building also shook a little, and it was blown out by the yin wind.

The sudden darkness made Ah Wei tremble with fright, but he was not very scared when he thought of the people around him.

He moved to the side, trying to find the people around him, but found that the people around him were sitting there without speaking, standing there quietly, like a stake.

"You ......"

"What's wrong?"

Ah Wei reached out and touched it, feeling the familiar coldness, which was the feeling he felt after his father and mother died at his own house.

He felt the endless coolness coming from behind him, and trembled and held the dagger in his hand, the dagger in his hand exuded a surging light, shining on the person in front of him.

So where are the people?

It's clearly a charred skeleton of bones!

Ah Wei was so frightened that he sat on the ground, and the skeletons around him fell one after another, making a crackling sound, and the broken skull rolled at his feet with a grunt.

"Ghost ......"

"It's all ...... ghosts"

Ah Wei sat on the ground at a loss, he wanted to run, but the footsteps hovering outside the courtyard became louder and louder, and with a creak, the door of the theater opened again.

The cold and damp yin wind blew, and endless black shadows spread on the ground, stretching out countless hands, wrapping around those bone racks, and in an instant those bone frames kept shaking, letting out the most fierce screams.

Countless ghosts were dragged out, and Ah Wei recognized their miserable appearances, which were clearly the troupe master who had just talked to him, as well as the troupe and more than a dozen miscellaneous people.

Their faces were contorted, and the endless black gas was swirling around them, and they screamed loudly, giving vent to the most terrifying, terrible roars.

The troupe owner screamed, "Little brother! Hurry up and escape, this is a ghost, this is a ghost, don't forget the treasure in your hands...... Yes!

！

”

Ah Wei had already used his hands and feet, lying on his stomach and hiding behind the table, praying that the ghost would not find him.

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He heard the last terrible screams of the troupe leader, and his hands continued to grip the dagger in his hand tightly.

This is the treasure in the mouth of the troupe leader.

A dagger enshrined in the hands of the Huaguang Immortal Master Statue!

It was obviously the last chance, but Ah Wei was still hiding in the corner, no matter how those ghosts wailed, he just didn't dare to go out, his body was trembling.

He was trembling all over, and the feeling of being on the verge of death, the fear of death, made him breathless.

But it's still useless!

Ah Wei felt a chill on his shoulders, and a cold chill welled up in his heart, he subconsciously turned his head, but found that it was a miserable white, unclear face, and his mouth was still calling, "Son, my son......"

This face is the dirty thing that killed his father and mother in Ah Wei's house before.

I broke into the theater!

Ah Wei was so frightened that he only felt that his brain was blank, and with a rapid urging from the troupe owner, he raised the dagger in his hand and stabbed it fiercely at the ghost's body.

Like a spark falling into the boiling oil, the ghost burned all over its body, and its whole soul burned, letting out an endless cry of sorrow.

The darkness that shrouded the entire theater dissipated instantly, and the moonlight in the sky shone in again, and Ah Wei saw the appearance of the burning ghost, a delicate-looking female ghost.

The female ghost had the dagger stuck in her body, constantly twisting, obviously in pain, but she still stretched out her hand, with remembrance and reluctance in her eyes, and made her last voice, "Son......"

Ah Wei stood there in a daze, the whole person seemed at a loss, is this female ghost stupid, is she recognizing the wrong person......

With the demise of the female ghost, the arms that bound all the ghosts disappeared, and the souls of those troupes broke free and wandered in the air with great pleasure, letting out the wild laughter of the dream demons.

"It's been fifteen years, she's finally dead, she's finally dead!"

"Hahaha, this terrible ghost who has tormented us for fifteen years is finally dead!"

"We're relieved!"

"This ***, it wasn't us who killed her back then, why did she come to take revenge on us and torture us for fifteen years!"

"Hahaha, she's finally dead, my *** is finally dead!"

"She probably never dreamed that she would be killed by her own son, hahahahaha!"

"***, ***, she died too easily, died too easily......"

Ah Wei is not a fool, listening to the wild laughter of the ghosts in the troupe, he got a ridiculous news.

The female ghost who killed his father and his mother, chased him all the way to the theater, and saw that the female ghost killed by him turned out to be his own mother?

No, no, it can't be!

ps: Four thousand two hundred words today.