In the suburbs of Kyoto, in the abandoned theater, no one knows how many memories this dilapidated place carries......

"Here we go by again! It's been a fast year, and it's getting boring every year. ”

"Who's to say it isn't? especially...... Well, it's a thing of the past anyway, and that guy seems to be dead. ”

"I've already gotten the information, but I didn't expect to be saved by them. ”

"That's fine, whoever it is, at least we're free, it's a pity that the boss...... His Nedan can't come back. ”

"What's wrong with that?! Without that guy, the boss's strength can come back by himself, and we can also help the boss practice, but it's just a longer time. ”

"It's better than the days when there was no hope before, instead of believing that guy, I might as well go straight to it!"

......

In the theater, one of the walls was in ruins, several strips of red cloth had fallen from the ceiling, the wooden planks of the stage were constantly creaking and screaming, and half of the chairs in the auditorium were broken.

These are all traces of time, and once upon a time, this was not such a scene.

The theater is very old, and the architectural style inside is out of step with this era, and the most obvious point is that the pillars are actually horizontal in the audience, seriously blocking the view of certain rows.

But it's clear that no one is going to worry about this anymore, because no one is here anymore.

In the theater, five ghosts, all in human form, stand or sit, staying on the edge of the stage. Beijing Repertory Theatre, five ghosts gather!

"This year, I finally don't have to see that face on such a memorable day, hey, it's comfortable!"

On the stage, a person sat on the edge of the stage, shouting loudly, raising his arms exaggeratedly while talking, stretching his waist, and then, he fell directly and lay on the already dirty and messy platform, not disgusted at all.

A pair of bells and whistles, pointed scalp shoes, face full of oil paint, and a round red nose, the second child of the Beijing Repertory Theatre, a clown!

Originally, this character would not be used in dramas, but it may be to have a bright spot, merging Chinese and Western to attract attention, when the first few people were together, they found this guy, and this guy also became the second of the five.

And he's the only one of the five I've seen before.

"Then we will follow the previous practice, play a lively and lively play, and when we are tired of acting, we will go out to eat and drink, on the side of the road, in the woods, it is our dormitory!

A shrill and somewhat funny voice rang out, and one of the five people sitting closest to the gate said, laughing very presumptuously and abnormally.

The man was wearing a white shirt, but he had put some strange patterns on it with a grease pen, a round head like a pebble, and the hair on the top of the head was very sparse, a little more limited than a bald head, and because of the color of his skin, he looked like a kiwi.

At this time, he was holding an umbrella that looked very tattered in his hand, and a knife behind his back, laughing and waving the umbrella.

This is the boss of the Beijing Repertory Theatre, a pleasant one!

Although the various types of dramas in the world are different, there are also some places that are similar, in a drama, there must always be a miserable character, or earn tears for his miserable experience, or win laughter for his unlucky special production, and he is such a person.

Moreover, it is more time to earn laughter and less time to earn tears, so it is called a pleasant person.

"I'm okay with that, but we've been oppressed by that guy for so many years, and we finally escaped from his control, but it's the same as before, so as not to be too simple, it's not as good as us...... Want to do something big?"

A man in a blue robe and a top hat sat in the first row of the audience, with his legs wide open, with a big grin, covering half of his face with the cloth on his hand, and said, his eyes full of banter.

The fourth child of the Beijing Repertory Theatre, a trickster.

A dark cloth is his essential prop, and it is also an important object that he can't leave half a step in his hand all year round.

On the side, a dumbfounded-looking man pursed his lips, crossed his arms around his chest and looked pensive, nodded solemnly, and made a dull voice: "Well, I think it's okay." ”

"Then it's up to the eldest brother to help us typeset a good script. The trickster said.

"Trouble me again, what you said is easy, it's very troublesome for me to typeset a new drama. ”

"Oh, it was because you were afraid of trouble that we didn't have any new dramas, so there are fewer and fewer talents, big brother, you should be a little tired. ”

On the stage, in addition to the clown, there was also a person sitting.

Unlike the clown sitting on the edge, this person sits in the center of the stage, sitting cross-legged, wearing a Santa hat and a Mao suit.

And beside him, there is also a brush as big as a mop, and ink is constantly dripping on the tip of the pen, dripping on the red cloth of this stage, dyeing a large area of black from the red cloth.

The capital drama unites to worship the eldest brother and the holy hand scholar.

It is said that this guy was a cultural person during his lifetime, and after his death, he gradually cultivated into a ghost, got a human form, returned to his old business, and wanted to have a higher cultural creation, and after the unity of the Beijing drama, he began to write a script for this group, not only their eldest brother, but also the soul of the whole team!

But this guy has a downside, which is that he's too lazy......

And that dumb-headed guy is naturally the third in this, Pinocchio! That is, the direct murderer who killed Zhong Ming's parents!

"Kill ——!"

The five of them were in the theater, and suddenly, the earth-shattering shouts broke in directly from the outside! Among the others, Pinocchio was the first to react!

"Someone's coming!"

"Enemies?!"

As soon as the words fell, suddenly the curtain at the door was lifted all of a sudden, and the two figures rushed straight in, one left and one right!

"I'm coming!"

The clown jumped up from the stage, stretched out his hand, with the mace in his hand, directly kicked the table, and rushed out in an instant, with a smile on his face and full of fighting spirit!

"Wait! that's not it!" shouted Pinocchio and the Scholar of the Holy Hand at the same time, but it was too late, and the clown had already rushed to the front, raised his hand, and smashed it down at the flying object.

Bang——!

It was only then that the clown could see what it was.

With dull eyes, a brown body, stiff joints, and an iconic long nose, isn't this Pinocchio's puppet puppet?!

And at this moment, suddenly a figure rushed into the theater like a gale, and in the blink of an eye, it came to the clown's side.

"Second brother, be careful!"

"Second brother!"

Several people were onlookers and shouted at the same time, but with such a distance, it was too late to go to the rescue.

The clown heard his brother shouting, and before he could react, he felt that it was dark in front of him, and a figure had appeared in front of him, and at this time he was in the air and had no way to borrow strength, and the mace smashed on the puppet's body, and he couldn't take it back for a while, at this time, it was the time of emptiness!

"Look at the move!"

The five fingers of my right hand were wide open, shining with golden light, and I slapped it with one palm.

Bright Palm!

Bang!

The clown's body flew back in an instant, and the trickster sat on the chair, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he sneered, and suddenly flew up, raising the black cloth in his hand, and ——!

The wide black cloth instantly enveloped the clown's body, and the moment the clown crashed into the black cloth, the person seemed to disappear, the whole black cloth fluttered, and it was light that there was no one wrapped in it.

And the next moment, the trickster landed, the black cloth shook to the side, the clown's body reappeared, and he stood on the ground safely, but he was in a bad state, holding his stomach, his body was bent, his face was painful, and the oil paint on his face was distorted.

It seems that this Palm of Light is not without effect, and it has also caused him some damage.

"Who's coming?!"

The scholar picked up the brush, but he didn't stand up, just pointed at me who had just landed on the ground with the tip of the pen, and shouted coldly.

Behind me, Brother Zhong Ming, Balon, Lang Feng, Gongsun Shu, and the fat monk hiding behind Gongsun Shu all walked in, standing at the door, looking coldly at the five ghosts in front of them.

"The man who killed you!"

I took out my sword and pointed the tip of my sword at the scholar of the Holy Hand with the same point, my face full of mockery.

And at this time, the clown finally recovered, and as soon as he looked up, he saw me at first sight, and his eyes widened suddenly!

I had only been separated from him for half a year, and I didn't believe he could forget about me, especially since my figure was so conspicuous...... Ahem, it's black again!

And behind me, Brother Zhong Ming was also standing there, which deepened his memories!

"It's you! It's you! and...... Third brother, be careful, this man is here to find you, as if he wants revenge. ”

The clown held a mace and shouted.

"Revenge?" Pinocchio frowned, stepped forward, and arched his hand: "I don't know who and who was killed by me, what revenge do you want to avenge?"

"Hmph!" I snorted coldly, waved my hand behind me, and asked Brother Zhong Ming to come to the front. "Ask him what you did to him?!"

Brother Zhong Ming stood beside me, looking at the five people in front of me, especially Pinocchio, the emotions that had been suppressed could no longer be controlled, and they were released in an instant!

"Pinocchio!"

"Huh?" Pinocchio's eyelids jumped, and he looked at him, as if he had foreseen something bad about the future.

"Do you remember what happened on the highway six years ago?"

"I don't remember! Six years ago, how could I remember everything?"

"Don't remember?!" When Brother Zhong Ming heard this, he immediately became angry, and looked at him, as if he was just saying that his parents were just insignificant characters, and if he killed them, he would just kill them, and he couldn't help but be angry and bloody, and his mana was rushing like a tsunami!

"Okay, I'll let you have a long memory!" Brother Zhong Ming shouted, as if he was going to tear his throat out.

The next moment, his whole person jumped up in an instant, and he rushed straight to the five ghosts in the capital below.

"Keep up!" I hurriedly shouted, following closely behind, for fear that Brother Zhong Ming would suffer.

On the stage, the Holy Hand Scholar, watching us swoop down, sneered, and frowned: "When we are powerless, brothers, go on!"

"Good!"

In front of the stage, the four ghosts went into battle together, each with their weapons, and directly greeted them, and in an instant, sparks collided!