At a glance, there were already more than a dozen people under the stage. The troupe was as if they had not heard of it. They kept singing, and their movements and eyes were much stiffer.

The two tangerine peelers were two brothers, one named Chen Ersheng and the other Chen Erping. Because they were deceived earlier, they stood in the front row to listen to the play.

The cold wind blew against his body, and Qi Lechuan shrank his neck. The yin energy was too strong, and he was afraid that there were many lonely ghosts wandering here.

Qi Lechuan originally wanted Zhang Rishan to go over and knock the two of them out, take them back, and then simply complete the task.

Just as she made a move, she was startled by the sudden sound of a suona. Zhang Rishan held her head down with his backhand to prevent her from moving.

Zhang Qiling's hand has already reached for the knife on his waist. It is a cold weapon given to him by Qi Lechuan. He is always ready to cut off these troubles with a knife.

Under the mist, the funeral procession walked slowly. The person leading the way wore sackcloth and mourning, and danced strangely. The coffin carried in the middle was still the same, and the cries were vaguely distant.

Qi Lechuan held his breath, not daring to make any movement. He stared straight at the two dancers in front of him. He was so stunned that he still couldn't tell whether those things were humans or ghosts.

Compared to her, the two Zhang family members remained calm, and to them it was just a show.

Behind him was the stage, singing a tragedy about two suicides. In front of him, a funeral procession passed by, and a woman sprinkled paper money and cried miserably.

There was something different this time. Qi Lechuan narrowed his eyes and noticed a woman walking in the middle holding the tablet, her head lowered.

The sound of the suona was too loud and overwhelmed the voices of the opera singers.

A piece of paper money floating in the air happened to land in front of Qi Lechuan. She stretched out her hand to pinch it. In an instant, the sound of the suona stopped and the procession also stopped.

Zhang Rishan looked back, his pupils dilated when he saw her movements, and he growled, "Kid, throw it away. You dare to accept a dead person's money, are you crazy?"

Qi Lechuan came to his senses and threw away the paper money with a shake of his hand. The team stopped in front of them, and their movements seemed to be stuck. Only the woman standing in the middle glared at her fiercely, her eyes blood red.

"Why are you staring at me? I have already returned it to you." Qi Lechuan shrugged, still in the mood to joke with the mourner.

Zhang Qiling opened her lips lightly without any emotion, "Fake."

Before Qi Lechuan could figure out what was fake, Zhang Qiling jumped up, flew over very quickly, cut the coffin in half with a knife, and then turned back to the original place, moving like flowing water.

Qi Lechuan understood now that Zhang Qiling was saying that the coffin was empty and the entire funeral procession was fake.

After the coffin was broken, the funeral procession also disappeared. This time, even the paper money disappeared completely.

An empty coffin was left on the ground, and a strange aroma emanated from the coffin. Qi Lechuan suddenly realized, "It's an illusion. It smelled like this last time. It seems that someone put it there on purpose. Is he trying to scare us to death and inherit the inheritance?"

Zhang Rishan raised his eyebrows, "It's hard to say."

The situation had just been settled here, but when I turned around, I saw that the two brothers watching the show had already strangled me.

The play has come to the end, with the plot of two crazy men and women committing suicide. Everyone listening to the play seemed to be bewitched and began to strangle their necks to commit suicide.

Qi Lechuan jumped off Zhang Rishan's back and went to the stage, telling the two people behind him, "Don't follow, just watch from the spot."

The two of them looked at each other without knowing why. Zhang Rishan thought there was something taboo, so he stayed where he was and stopped Zhang Qiling at the same time.

Zhang Qiling retracted the knife and looked at the small figure from behind, but made no move.

The yin energy here is too strong. Her horoscope is already yin, and she doesn't pay much attention to it. Normal people like them inhale too much yin energy and the yin energy will enter the body and cause fever and cold.

Qi Lechuan was still in awe of ghosts and gods, so he put two yellow talismans on his body to clear the way. When he got closer, he discovered that the two actors on the stage were also trying to commit suicide by hanging from the beam.

She climbed onto the stage, drew a simple Bagua diagram on the ground, took out the soul-calling flag and stood in the center.

Zhang Rishan touched his chin, confused, "What is she doing?"

"Calling the soul." Zhang Qiling lowered his eyes silently, as if he understood what she was doing.

After getting everything ready, Qi Lechuan lit a candle and stood aside, saying in his mouth, "Those who are approaching, soldiers, and fighting, all line up in formation, move forward, and march."

A golden light suddenly appeared, and the two hanged actors on the stage had expired, and the sound of singing stopped abruptly.

The people in the audience fell to the ground and fell unconscious.

The sound of opera singers disappeared, but the sound of wind instruments did not stop.

Qi Lechuan inserted the soul-calling flag into a crack in the ground, turned around and ran backstage, where the thing was hidden.

Zhang Rishan could no longer stand and immediately chased after him, "Child, where are you going?"

After Zhang Rishan entered the backstage, the sound of playing also stopped. He opened the curtain, and what he saw was several actors who had been chopped and covered in blood. Where was Qi Lechuan?

He searched all over the backstage, but couldn't find even a shadow.

"Kid, don't joke with me. If something happens to you, Master Ba will not eat me when you go back." He said.

"I know you're afraid of my grandpa, so pull me up. I stepped under the table with something, and that person was kind-hearted. He even sealed the exit for me." She got up with a curse, and walked into the hole.

It was a bit dark, her face was stained, and her legs were badly injured.

Zhang Rishan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly pushed the table away, revealing the hole. The hole was very deep. He went to the side to find a rope before pulling her out.

Seeing the skin scratched on her forehead, her expression changed instantly, "This can't leave a scar. I'll go to your fourth grandfather later to get the best medicine. Do you remember what that person looks like? I'll kick him to death."

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Qi Lechuan shook his head and spoke with difficulty, "I didn't see the face clearly. You hugged me and my leg was injured."

Zhang Rishan's face turned even darker now, and he picked her up and said, "Next time, don't take any risks yourself."

"I was unlucky enough to fall into a pit and didn't take any chances. Oh~, so that's what I calculated that there must be an injury." She suddenly realized.

She said she couldn't understand why Zhang Rishan wasn't the one injured?

Zhang Rishan said he couldn't understand either.

"I'm afraid that the entire troupe has been killed for revenge. The two people who were hanged on the stage are no longer angry. Let's find someone to check the bodies. They must have been poisoned. Capture the person behind the scenes. Let me beat him up first and then send him to prison.

Son." Qi Lechuan said.

"Poisoning, how do the people who were attracted by the joke explain it?" Zhang Rishan asked.

Qi Lechuan shamelessly covered his mouth, "I don't know."

As soon as I stepped out of the backstage, I saw Zhang Qiling walking towards me.

Then the three of them left and went up the mountain to find someone to bring the two brothers Chen Ersheng back.

Zhang Rishan bandaged her, his face was extremely ugly, "Smelly child, you are still laughing, what if this leaves a scar?"

Qi Lechuan waved his hand indifferently, "What's wrong with the scar on a manly man? He's full of tough guy vibes."

Zhang Rishan flicked her forehead and said helplessly, "Are you a man?"
Chapter completed!