It seemed that there was no other choice but to muster up the courage to go to the second floor.

After thinking about it, Smith asked Hua Han on his back to prepare bullets and stepped onto the steps.

The higher the stairs go, the clearer the singing voice becomes.

When everyone stepped onto the last step, they finally saw what the second floor looked like.

There were obviously no lights, but the strange orange light filled the entire second floor.

In the middle of the second floor, a stage was set up that was incompatible with the surroundings.

On the dusty stage stood two adult-sized paper figures, a man and a woman.

The face of the paper man is thickly painted and looks very similar to a real person.

Hu Bayi stared at the two paper figures, and suddenly his expression changed: "No! The paper figures are probably already alive after finishing their eyes. The singing sound we just heard might be the two paper figures on the stage."

People sang it!”

"Deng Deng Deng Deng!"

Suddenly, the sound of gongs and drums started, instantly making the second floor lively.

Everyone quickly looked up at the stage.

I saw that the two paper figures had begun to move.

As the music rose and fell, the paper man began to sing:

"This is a small ingot of silver, take it back and settle down with you, measure the wheat, grind the flour, and the two of us will live in a muddle for a few years!"

After the male paper man finished singing, the female paper man immediately took over:

"My husband has been away for eighteen years, and I haven't returned any letters or letters."

"Don't give this piece of silver to me, take it home and make a home for your mother! Measure the wheat to grind the flour, wear the silk to sew clothes, let your mother eat and wear them! I'll eat your mother until she gets typhoid fever!"

"Your mother died one day! The body was buried on the roadside. Ask the monks to come and recite the sutra! Ask the stonemason to carve the top of the stele! It says your father Xue Pinggui on the top and your mother Wang Baochai on the bottom! A gentleman passing by will read it again! The military master said it

His reputation as a filial piety spreads throughout the world!"

The sharp and desolate Qin Opera sound echoed continuously in this building, which really made people's scalp numb.

Those people from the beautiful country didn't understand. They just felt terrified and their legs were trembling.

If the previous things brought them physical resistance, these two paper figures brought them a chill from the inside out.

Hua Han gingerly pulled on Wang Kaixuan's sleeve and asked in a thin voice: "Fat man, what are they singing? It makes me feel scared!"

As a native of Daxia, Wang Kaixuan was born in the capital city, but he had been listening to these songs since he was a child. Of course he understood what it was singing, and explained to Hua Han concisely: "You are dead."

Hua Han's eyes widened instantly; "Who are you scolding? First of all, I didn't offend you!"

"No, no, no!" Wang Kaixuan quickly explained, "I'm not talking about you, this is a traditional drama in Daxia. These two paper figures are quarreling. The man said I will give you money and I will support you, and the woman is scolding you.

male."

Hua Han then retracted his sword and said, "Please use your words in a more civilized manner next time."

The opera was still being sung sadly on the stage, and everyone in the audience was at a loss and could only turn to Huo Jilin for help.

Without understanding the virtues of the two paper figures in front of him, Hua Han did not dare to shoot easily, for fear that if he accidentally angered the paper figures, it would not only be ineffective, but would also be counterproductive.

What everyone really didn't expect was that Huo Jilin at this time not only showed no fear, but also enjoyed it.

Hu Bayi gently touched Huo Jilin's arm: "Brother Huo, what are you thinking about?"

Huo Jilin opened his eyes:

"Listen to the opera, don't you think she sings pretty well? If I were Wang Baochuan, I would have to give Xue Pinggui a big mouth."

"This Li Chunfeng is still a bit interesting."

"A wanderer outside just misses his home. Even if he dies and is buried in a grave, he still has to sleep with the local accent."

"Ah..." Wang Kaixuan listened to Huo Jilin's words, and some monks were really confused. He only felt that Huo Jilin's courage was really shocking, "Master Huo, look around here."

Is this a suitable environment for listening to a play? If you like it, when we get out of this place with good arms and legs, I will have many more CDs at home, all for you."

Huo Jilin rolled his eyes: "Who wants your pirated CD?"

The two paper figures on the stage sang more and more fiercely. In the end, what they sang was no longer the proper lines of "Wudianpo", but they were calling each other names.

Just when everyone was observing whether the two paper figures made the next move, the two paper figures stopped and looked in the direction of Huo Jilin and the others.

The eyes of those two pairs of eyes were originally just drops of black ink, but now they have turned into vermilion.

The corners of the paper man's mouth also raised, giggling.

The female paper man shouted to the male paper man with a sharp voice and a weird theatrical tone: "My husband, why are there so many living people in front of us to listen to our opera?"

The paper man responded in the same tone: "Normally people can listen to ghost shows. If you do, you have to pay a due price!"

After finishing speaking, the fingernails of the two paper figures suddenly stretched out, and they jumped off the stage with weird smiles.

"ah!"

Shirley Yang was startled and screamed immediately.

Smith carefully put Hua Han down, rubbed shoulders, and faced the two paper figures with disdain on his face: "You guys are here, let me play with them!"

It was obvious that Smith did not regard these two paper figures as the same thing. He only thought that they were two pieces of tattered paper that had been endowed with evil aura.

The two paper figures moved lightly and instantly struggled with Smith.

Smith's skills are really good. At the beginning, he fought back and forth with the two paper figures.

As expected of the Kung Fu I learned in Daxia, when I punched out, it was like strong winds roaring out. Each punch and kick directly hit the weak points of the two paper figures.

It's a pity that there is an old saying in Daxia that has been passed down for a long time, which is that the only martial arts in the world cannot be broken if it is fast!

Although Smith's speed can be regarded as the best in the beautiful country, he can't compare with those two light paper figures.

Several times, the paper man's long nails scratched Smith's clothes.

In the end, Smith was accidentally scratched on the face by the hostess.

"Kekeke~"

Seeing that they were better, the two paper figures giggled on the spot.

Smith's face was scratched and bloody, half of his face was almost gone, and he was rolling on the ground in pain.

Seeing this, Hua Han shouted anxiously: "Smith, are you okay?"

Smith was twitching in pain on the ground, and the wound on half of his face began to turn blue at an extremely fast speed.

Hua Han was shaking with anger and quickly snatched his big knife from Anderson's hand, trying to rush forward and fight the two paper figures.

Anderson hugged Hua Han's waist tightly and shouted, "No, boss! You still have leg injuries! How can you go out and fight!"
Chapter completed!