Lin Yi was speechless, looked up at the sky, and said, "Otherwise, float to the ......" When he saw the ghosts hanging on the trees around him, he shut up in time.

Lao Cao took a turn outside, because there were too many ghosts, and he couldn't squeeze in, while scolding the Three Character Sutra, he pulled Lin Yi to float up, and forcibly squeezed away the ghosts hanging on a big tree.

The ghost was watching the play vigorously, and was suddenly pushed away, turned his head dissatisfied, and scolded: "Get away, don't disturb grandpa watching the play." ”

Lao Cao punched him and was stopped by Lin Yi, he was really embarrassed to bully others, so he had to hand out a dark coin and said, "Squeeze it." ”

Money can make ghosts grind, for these lonely souls and wild ghosts, the underworld coin is a good thing, and the color on his face is gone, and he said: "Yes, it's still a young man on the road." He also glanced at Lao Cao.

Lao Cao glared angrily, but the other party had already given up his position, and the stage had already sung to the climax, so it was not easy to care about these side details, so he had to hold back and watch the play seriously.

Lin Yi doesn't know anything about drama, let alone singing, but he has to admit that the singing skills of these drama actors are really powerful, and he is also fascinated unconsciously.

After singing a play, there was no noisy gongs and drums on the stage for the time being, and the ears were full of Weng Weng's discussions and cheers. Lin Yi saw that in the audience, whether it was the ghost or the group of old men and aunts, they were all discussing the singing skills of the actors just now. couldn't help but ask Lao Cao strangely: "It's really strange, these yang people are in the same place as yin spirits, and they are not afraid of being stained with yin energy?" ”

Yin Qi itself represents bad luck and bad luck, the Yang Qi on the old man's body is weak, and then mixed with these Yin Spirits, the physical strength will become weaker, and the body will be even weaker.

The ghost before turned his head and smiled: "There are laws in the yang world, and there are rules in the underworld. Although we are lonely ghosts, we are not harmful. As long as these Yang people don't provoke us, we won't harm them. Even if you are with us, it will not make a difference. ”

Lao Cao added: "As long as you don't blow on the yang person and don't blow out the three-flavor true fire on the other party, it won't have an impact." ”

Lin Yi suddenly realized.

The gongs and drums on the stage sounded again, and Lao Cao once again became concentrated.

Lin Yi, who doesn't understand drama, is gradually fascinated by such an atmosphere, and is also immersed in the unique charm of drama.

The actors on the stage have changed wave after wave, and Lin Yi is not only feasting his ears but also his eyes, because these actors not only sing well, but also the ghost steps that float out, as well as the smooth action of the play, are even more unbelievable.

At some point, it rained lightly in the sky, and everyone didn't take it too seriously at first, but as the rain increased, some of the audience had to leave.

At this time, the young actors on stage, whether it is singing skills or stage tension, are much inferior to the previous actors, and they can't arouse everyone's excitement at all. Not only are the ghosts gone, but even the old men are also gone.

Those who can still insist on staying have also found a place to hide from the rain, and some conditional ghosts even have umbrellas.

Lin Yi hid under the black umbrella held by Lao Cao, and the actors on the stage, probably newcomers, had no stage experience, looking at the cold and empty bench under the stage, it is estimated that they were hit with enthusiasm, not only did they not have the emotions of the actors, but even the passion was gone, and they sang dryly, and the ghosts also left one after another.

Lao Cao took the umbrella and said: "This one doesn't sing well, let's go, don't listen to it." ”

Lin Yi said: "Wait a little longer." ”

"Don't you like to listen to theater? Can you listen to such an ugly play? This kind of unpublicized singing is simply tormenting his ears.

Lin Yi said: "I know these two actors, so they can be regarded as a show." ”

Lao Cao sneered: "You are now in a state of ghosts, even if you stand here for a day, people will not know that you have praised him." ”

Lin Yi: "......" is the same.

At this time, as the rain became heavier and heavier, there was no more than half of the audience in the audience, Liang Jingbo and Zhou Xiaohui standing on the stage only felt embarrassed, and they lost the passion and courage to continue singing, so they hurriedly ended and returned to the backstage.

When the class leader saw them, he couldn't help but wonder: "Why don't you sing?" ”

"It's raining outside, and the audience is gone, and they really don't have the desire to sing." Liang Jingbo said. Thinking that as soon as they came on stage, the audience began to heckle, somewhat embarrassed, which is probably the difference between amateur and professional.

The class leader said: "Even if the audience is gone, you have to insist on singing the show." This is a rule handed down from our ancestors. ”

Liang Jingbo was full of enthusiasm, but he was hit and his body was incomplete, and he didn't even want to speak, so he said lightly: "Sometimes the ancestors are not necessarily right. ”

Anyway, he is not a professional drama actor, and the class owner didn't bother to talk about him, so he waved his hand and said, "That's it, it's up to you to listen or not." ”

The two packed up their costumes and left Yu Rosewood.

Because it was getting late, the bus was out of service and I had to take a taxi. Liang Jingbo took out his mobile phone and found a ride. The other party soon called, saying that he was driving a black seven-seater business vehicle and reported the license plate number. After a while, a car really stopped in front of him, the door was opened, and several men wearing robes that would only be worn during the Republic of China came down.

Liang Jingbo saw that the body was black, and it was a seven-seater commercial car, so he didn't look at the license plate number, and sat directly with Zhou Xiaohui.

The co-pilot also sat a person, and he couldn't see the man and woman clearly, so the two sat in the middle position.

"Master, go to the Third Ring Road ......" and said the street number and the name of the community.

The driver didn't say a word and started the car directly.

Zhou Xiaohui rubbed her arms and said, "Master, it's autumn now, why are you still turning on such a cold air conditioner, don't you feel sorry for the oil money?" ”

The driver smiled: "I didn't turn on the air conditioner." ”

"But why is it so cold?"

"My car, like this all year round, is very cool." The driver laughed weirdly.

"Really? That's great, what brand of car is this? It is really comfortable to sit in the summer. "It's this time of year that some sin is suffered. Zhou Xiaohui, who was only wearing short sleeves, was so cold that she could only be next to her boyfriend.

After driving for a while, Liang Jingbo's mobile phone rang.

"Hello, I've arrived, where are you?"

Liang Jingbo was stunned, "Ah, I've already gotten in the car...... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I think I'm on the wrong bus. ”

After hanging up the phone, Liang Jingpo asked the driver: "Master, I'm sorry, we got on the wrong car." We're going to the 3rd Ring Road, can you take us to the 3rd Ring Road? ”

The driver did not speak and continued to drive.

Liang Jingbo was anxious and raised his voice: "Master, we are going to the Third Ring Road." If you don't drop by, please let us get off. ”

The driver smiled: "I'm sorry, my car won't stop halfway." ”

"Why?"

"You won't stop until you reach your destination."

"Where are you going?"

"Creation of the Cemetery."

"Plantation Garden?" Haven't heard of it.