The spear in the hand of the drama ghost gradually dissipated, and the arrogance just now turned into nothingness at this moment.

I looked down at the ghost, his entire body had become almost translucent.

"Stop fighting!"

My voice made the noisy scene temporarily quiet.

I jumped onto the stage in a few strides and shouted, "If you keep fighting, you'll all be gone!"

Turning my head, I looked at Song San, gritted my teeth and shouted.

"Do you want to resist?"

Song San was half lying on the ground, a smile leaking from the corner of his mouth, stroking his legs and slapping.

"The head is drummed, and the war rice is made. Two through stocks, tight robes."

"Three-way drum, knife out of sheath."

……

Song San and I lay on my side on the ground, babbling and singing.

In this paragraph, he sang Dingjun Mountain.

It was Huang Zhong veteran who was singing, and he was unwilling.

"You and I both know that it won't be long before you're completely gone."

I let out a long breath, "Don't resist, I'll send you on your way."

Song San suddenly laughed, "What is your reasoning?"

"We are gathered here, but singing never harms anyone, why do you work hard to force each other?"

As the old saying goes, when a man is about to die, his words are good.

Although Song San is a ghost body, when he is about to dissipate, I can't help it.

After a moment's hesitation, I shook my head and sighed.

"People and ghosts have different paths, and the world is no longer your place."

"If that's what you say, I'll have to ask you!"

Song San stood up with his hands on the ground and stood up a little embarrassed.

"We are dead, and you said that the world is not our place."

"I'll ask you!"

Song San's anger suddenly soared, and he shouted in a sharp voice.

"Then when I live, why is there no place for me in the world?"

"Me!"

Song San pointed at himself, his face full of grief and indignation: "I was sold three times, first as a slave, and then as a play!"

"In the end, I fell into prostitution! In order to survive, I want to cater to the good of Longyang!"

"Look behind you, which one isn't a miserable?"

His series of questions were like a thunderbolt, and I didn't dare to make a sound.

is also a man, as soon as he heard that Long Yang was good, he immediately felt unwell.

To be honest, in this moment, I can empathize.

"Why have you forced me again and again for hundreds of years!"

In the end, Song San's voice almost turned into a whistle, sounding extremely harsh.

"You, why don't you go to reincarnation?"

After a moment of silence, I squeezed out a word, but it seemed to exhaust all my strength.

"Haha."

Song San went from a sneer to an almost arrogant laugh.

"My body has been divided into five pieces, and now I have four pieces, you tell me, how do I go?"

"When Lao Tzu arrived in the underworld, Lord Yama didn't know which one I was!"

Looking at his face, distorted with anger, I asked in a low voice.

"Where's the last piece? I'll find it for you."

Song San had a smile on his face and slowly untied his robe.

"Bang!"

The robe fell to the ground wrapped in his robe, and he stood naked in front of me.

When I looked closely, there was nothing between his legs.

Instead, a cobweb-wrapped scar.

"Curious?"

"The fifth piece is the play in the crotch of the pants, which has already made people stew soup, where can you find it for me?"

In an instant, all the persistence in my heart was dissolved.

Song San in front of me used to be a person.

A living man.

I really can't think of it, he's going to do it

What an inhuman treatment it has been.

Seeing that I was silent, Song San suddenly raised his voice.

"I only have this broken skin left, I have never harmed anyone, I just want to sing here, why not!"

In just a few minutes of conversation, this was the third time he asked a question.

And I, on the other hand, have reached the point where I am speechless.

Suddenly, I pointed to the ghosts of several Taoist priests behind me.

"You said you didn't hurt anyone, so what's going on with them?"

Song San smiled and shook his head: "I thought that Master Li Xianzhu was an understanding person."

"This is my territory, and they splash us with the filth of the latrine, and they splash us with rats!"

"Could it be that it's wrong for me to fight back when I am beaten?"

My heart was shocked, and I asked, "Are you talking about those Taoist priests?"

"Yes!"

If this is the case, this group of Taoist priests is really not pitiful.

Filth was poured on the demons, and even the shadows could not find them.

It is equivalent to cutting off their way to reincarnation.

From a certain point of view, this is living and suffering, and it is better to be happy than to fly away!

I took out half a crumpled box of cigarettes from my pocket, lit them and put them in front of Song San.

"You're running out of time, try it."

I took a sharp puff of my cigarette and cut it in half.

"What you just said is true?"

Song San looked down at himself and said with a wry smile, "The time left for me is less than a quarter of an hour, why should I use this time to lie?"

"Okay."

I stomped on the cigarette butt and said, "I believe in you, and I'm leaving."