Coupled with my connections in the rivers and lakes, I don't believe that the real cause of my parents' death cannot be found.

One might ask, what if the car ends up overturning?

All I can say is, no way.

Fu Bo, as my internal response, has long been hidden in the gold and silver of the mausoleum, just for such a month to be ready to go.

There is no possibility of overturning!

As long as I wait until the Hades seat starts and solve this big trouble for Sun Baoshan, it is best to save his life again as a vote.

Isn't this plan seamless?

As a hardcore antique collector, it is impossible for Sun Baoshan not to know what the plate on the seat of Hades represents.

He will never tolerate being deceived like this, and when the moment of reckoning, I will add fuel and vinegar to secretly stab the Northern Camel Demon a few times.

Is he dead or not?

If you don't die, you have to be half-crippled.

Straight to the point.

Before and after the specific game, I reviewed it in my mind, and Xiangcheng took us on a sightseeing bus and went directly to the village.

The air on the fishing island is very fresh, probably because it is not polluted by industry, and the sea breeze blows in gusts, and you can see the dusk as far as you can see.

After arriving in the village, I saw someone setting up a stage, and Xiang Cheng asked us to wait here, and two hours later, as soon as the theater started, we could go to the back mountain, ready to enter the game.

I asked him a lot, what about the Northern Camel Demon?

Xiangcheng Shen said mysteriously, the Northern Camel Demon will appear as a guest tonight, it is not so easy to see, and it will naturally be revealed when he goes to the Hades seat.

I sneered in my heart, pretending to be a big-tailed wolf, today is the death date of your bastard!

After Xiangcheng left, Zhang Huadan and I walked around the village casually, because they were fishermen who relied on the sea to eat the sea, most of them were relatively poor, and the houses they built were all dilapidated tiled houses.

On the contrary, there is a large open space in the middle, after the troupe is erected, a wooden plaque is raised, which reads "Walking Mountain Gang Troupe", which is written with red paint, and the penmanship is very powerful, which shows that the person with the inscription has practiced a good calligraphy.

The troupe of singing martial arts opera was very common in the 70s and 80s, but at that time, because it was too sensitive, it could only go around and around, performing in the countryside, and the money earned was hard money.

It's different in modern times, if you want to invite this kind of old drama troupe to appear, there is no one who can't get off hundreds of thousands.

I asked Zhang Huadan to wander around to see if there were any sneaky people, and he came back ten minutes later.

I whispered, "How many?" ”

Zhang Huadan calculated for a while, and then said: "The drama troupe should be real, but the backstage is responsible for unloading and setting up the stage, and they are basically good at practicing." ”

"It's not the same as singing."

Hearing him say this, I understood most of the time, the average martial arts singer, there are not many calluses on the palms, because of the costume paint, etc., the palms will be protected very well, and the palms on the back of the palms are different, most of them will break the skin and the like, and it is easy to leave scars.

But martial arts practitioners in the rivers and lakes will have calluses no matter the palms and backs of their hands, or they can find traces by observing the cochlea and the corners of their eyes.

For example, if you often watch people who fight without limits, you will find that some of the more powerful fighters will become very swollen at the corners of their eyes and their ears will sink in.

I think Zhang Huadan also relied on this to observe.

"I asked a nearby fisherman, and he told me that this troupe had performed in the past 20 years, and it was invited by the leaders stationed here at that time.

I thought to myself, no wonder the pit is 120 people than the tour guide, such a good opportunity to make money, don't be in vain.

But this has nothing to do with me, science and technology have developed in the past ten years, and it is even more difficult to see the performance of the martial arts troupe, and spending this 120 is not a loss.

"I also heard that a family in the north of the village ate poisonous fish in the sea today, and the family of four died, and the funeral was only held this afternoon, and the drama sung by the troupe can be regarded as a send-off for them."

The three big words Yin and Yang suddenly appeared in my mind, presumably the funeral in the north of the village was used to cover the Yin Bureau.

I went shopping with Zhang Huadan again, and found that the villagers here are relatively simple and honest, full of enthusiasm, and I hope that tonight's Hades banquet will not implicate them.

Around seven o'clock in the evening that day.

A van drove into the middle of the open space, and several faces were painted with colorful rouge, and the costumes of Shengdan and ugly were removed.

The leader is a melon-faced young student, who looks about the same age as Zhang Huadan, holding a silver tassel gun in one hand and a feather fan in the other, and his walking posture is very powerful.

There were more than a dozen people behind him, and most of them were painted with makeup.

"Ladies and gentlemen, sit down, our horn is about to appear!!"

With a loud roar.

A few gongs and drums sitting on the edge of the stage brought the atmosphere up.

Zhang Huadan and I stood on the side, watching the leader change into a fierce mask, which at first glance turned out to be a rakshasa god.

It is not difficult to see that this person should be the class master.

There is such a young class owner?

I was a little incredulous.

As the lyrics became louder, there was a monkey play, and the four corners of Shengdan Jingug all appeared on the stage to perform a unique skill, some used the throat top gun, and some used the chest to break the boulder, in short, all kinds of rivers and lakes were performed, and there were many villagers who came to see the excitement below, and soon they were crowded together, and it was lively.

On the side, Zhang Huadan also sang in a low voice, with the orchid finger still on her chest, and she had a yearning for the stage.

I looked at him with a complicated expression.

With his looks and skills, if he had entered the troupe earlier, he would have been a big horn now.

But that's not all.

When this is over, I will fulfill my promise to him and send him to the pear orchard to be king.

As it got getting late, I was about to leave, when I suddenly noticed that the yin air around me was thick, and a cool wind blew on my back.

I couldn't help but be stunned.

What's going on?

"Not good."

"Someone's setting up the formation."

My heart jumped, and I hurriedly took Zhang Huadan and quietly touched the backstage of the troupe, where there was cooking smoke rising.

The smoke was red smoke.

This is called Zhong Kuiyan.

In ancient times, because the common people had to work during the day, the opera troupe sang at night, which was also the time when the yin qi was the strongest.

In addition, the troupe is generally invited to come, all for funerals, happy events, etc., and the yin qi will gradually rise at night, which is not uncommon.

So.

Some class owners will take the initiative to light Zhong Kui's smoke to suppress these yin qi and avoid attracting some wandering wild ghosts.