"Alright, come with me."

Lou Wenliang is like a Confucian in the old days, walking slowly, Yue Guanchao wants to stride forward, but he can't go to the front of the troupe owner, so he simply follows the back of the team.

Climb the stairs and turn the stairs.

As soon as they stepped into the makeup pavilion on the second floor, a few porcelain bowls shattered and exploded.

Then, a middle-aged woman wearing a stone blue floral cheongsam rushed out of the door, followed by bitter and harsh swearing:

"I also told you, don't think that you don't take your mother in your eyes because your wings are hard now."

"Don't do what the old lady said, I'll shake it out for you all the pickled things you used to do!"

This menacing appearance was like a tigress, and she almost knocked down Song Siyuan.

"The owner of the building, who is this, so rude."

Song Siyuan reluctantly stood still, wanting to hold the woman responsible, but found that she had gone downstairs with no trace.

"Hey, it's a long story, she has nothing to do with today's interview, I'll go and call you Yunxian!"

Not long after Lou Wenliang entered the makeup pavilion, there were a few delicate cries inside, and even scolding people was so amorous, it must have been Lou Yunxian.

They were about to enter the makeup pavilion, and the sound of "get out" scolded all the female apprentices of makeup, and even Lou Wenliang had to come out in disgrace.

Yue Guanchao looked at it, these female apprentices were not very old, fifteen or sixteen years old, and their bodies were slightly feminine, but they were all wooden poles compared to Lou Yunxian.

In order to facilitate their work, most of them wore short dark coats and short shirts, their hair was combed into two strands and braided on the top of their heads, and a red cloth hung down from their foreheads to the back of their heads.

This kind of dress is mostly apprentices before they become horns!

Lou Wenliang shouted outside the door: "Yunxian, these reporters are going to write you a special report, if you don't come out, then they can leave." ”

"Oh, let's go, let's go, I'm not seeing you today."

Helplessly, the owner of the building could only apologize to Song Siyuan:

"You see, Cheng Jiao'er's temper is big, she is angry today, and she doesn't want to see the living, otherwise, let's make an appointment another day."

"This ......"

Yue Guanchao didn't expect that he had already walked to the door and could still make trouble, he couldn't force himself to break into the makeup pavilion, and said to Lou Yunxian in front of him that you have a dead brother.

Isn't this a neurosis!

Bao Buqi was beaten out by the famous corner of the pear orchard who was in a bad mood.

If you think about it this way, you can only give up.

"Well, you won't leave Mukden for half a month."

Song Siyuan still felt that it was good to ask, so as not to delay any longer.

Lou smiled gently and elegantly and shook his head:

"That's not true, Yun Xian is going to have a new drama this half month, how can he go out."

"That's it, even if we don't take care of it today, I'll give you three tickets, and I'll come back to the show when the new drama is on, and then I will definitely let Yunxian cooperate with you well."

Lou Wenliang said this, they couldn't be unrelenting anymore, and several people thanked them and turned around and walked out of the stage.

Back in Yaxiang, a new play "Punishment of Adultery" has opened on the stage, which tells the story of the former Qing official Hai Rui's killing of the powerful ministers Yan Song and Yan Shifan's father and son!

Yue Guanchao listened to the joke, and always felt that the woman seemed familiar, but if he wanted to think about it carefully, he didn't remember it at all.

……

Outside the theater, back streets, alleys, alleys

The middle-aged woman patted the cheongsam with stone blue flowers, got drunk and began to mumble to herself, she pinched a cigarette in her left hand, held a wine jar in her right hand, and turned into the corner of the alley in a daze.

"Woo woo woo ~ who will save me ~"

The middle-aged woman was about to get out of the way, and when she heard the cry in the dark, she couldn't help but stop and look around the corner with drunken eyes.

"This dark place, why are you crying here, no matter how miserable you are, you can be miserable with me, my son is dead, my daughter is dead, and my niece and nephew don't want me as an old woman."

She remembered that she was still begging for money at an old age, and suddenly she felt sad, and sat cross-legged on the ground and began to cry, crying so loudly that she wanted to scold her former enemy a hundred and eighty times.

"Woo woo woo ~ who will save me ~"

The woman cried for a long time, and the strange cry in the corner did not stop.

She looked at the dark alleyway, and now she pondered the strange feeling, the voice in the corner of the alley seemed to be only one sentence, and she couldn't cry anything else.

"It's weird, you can't cry when you cry or mourn."

The woman got up and walked to the corner of the alley.

As we got closer, the voice gradually became more eerie, like the white-haired wind in the middle of winter, which made people's hearts and livers chill.

Smack!

The woman lit the match and looked ahead, the garbage was everywhere and the debris was overwhelmed, and the moment he followed the firelight to see the corner brick wall, his eyes widened and cracked.

There is no shadow of a living person by the wall.

On the side of this wall, there are clearly puppeteers dressed in red and green, with white faces and bright blush.

They were supposed to have been ruined by a craftsman, missing arms and legs, and mixed colors, looking like the old, weak, sick and disabled leaning against the corner.

The cry came from the mouth of the paper, blood and tears flowed, as if it were a real person!

"Ah~~"

"Haunted~"

The woman was so frightened that she ran away, but after a few steps, she heard a loud bang and a slap on the shoulder.

……