Lin Yi was speechless. He looked up at the sky and said, "How about I float to..." When he saw the ghosts hanging on the trees around him, he shut up in time.

Lao Cao walked around outside, because there were too many ghosts and he couldn't squeeze in. While cursing the Three-Character Sutra, he pulled Lin Yi up and squeezed away a ghost hanging on a big tree.

The ghost was enjoying the show when he was suddenly pushed away. He turned his head dissatisfied and cursed: "Get away, don't disturb grandpa watching the show."

Lao Cao punched him, but was stopped by Lin Yi. He was really embarrassed to bully others, so he had to hand out a ghost coin and said: "Squeeze me."

Money can make ghosts grind, and for these lonely ghosts, ghost coins are a good thing. The stern look on his face disappeared and he said: "Yes, young people are still on the road." He also glanced at Lao Cao specifically.

One glance.

Lao Cao was so angry that he stared, but the other party had already given up his position, and the singing on the stage had already reached its climax, so it was not easy to care about these minor details, so he had to hold back and watch the show seriously.

Lin Yi knew nothing about drama, let alone lyrics, but he had to admit that the singing skills of these drama actors were indeed amazing, and he was fascinated by them without knowing it.

After a play was finished, the noisy gongs and drums temporarily disappeared from the stage, and his ears were filled with chatter and cheers. Lin Yi saw that in the audience, whether it was the ghosts or the group of old men and women,

They were all discussing the singing skills of the actors just now. They couldn't help but asked Lao Cao strangely: "It's really weird. These Yang people live together with Yin souls. Aren't they afraid of being contaminated by Yin energy?"

Yin energy itself represents bad luck and unlucky. The elderly have weak yang energy, and if they get along with these ghosts, their physical energy will become even weaker and their bodies will become weaker.

The previous ghost turned around and smiled: "The Yang world has the laws of the Yang world, and the underworld also has the rules of the underworld. Although we are lonely ghosts, we do not harm others. As long as these Yang people do not offend us, we will not harm them."

Even if they are with us, they won't have any impact."

Lao Cao added: "As long as you don't blow on Yang people and don't blow out the three flavors of true fire on them, there will be no impact."

Lin Yi suddenly realized.

The gongs and drums on the stage rang again, and Lao Cao concentrated once again.

Lin Yi, who didn't know much about drama, gradually became fascinated by such an atmosphere and was immersed in the unique charm of drama.

The actors on the stage changed one after another. Lin Yi was not only a feast for his ears, but also a feast for his eyes, because these actors not only sang well, but also had ghostly steps and smooth movements.

It was even more dizzying to watch.

At some point, it started to rain lightly. At first, no one took it seriously, but as the rain intensified, some spectators had to leave.

The young actors who came on stage at this time, both in terms of singing skills and stage tension, were far inferior to the previous actors and could not arouse everyone's excitement. Not only were most of the ghosts gone, but even the old men were all gone one after another.

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Those who could still insist on staying found a place to hide from the rain, and some ghosts who could afford it even held umbrellas.

Lin Yi hid under the black umbrella held by Lao Cao. The actors on the stage were probably newcomers with no stage experience. Looking at the deserted and empty benches under the stage, their enthusiasm was probably dampened. Not only did they not have the emotions of the actors,

, even the passion was gone, the singing was dry, and the ghosts followed Lu and left one after another.

Lao Cao closed his umbrella and said, "This song is not good. Let's go. I won't listen anymore."

Lin Yi said: "Wait a little longer."

"Don't you like listening to operas? How can you listen to such an ugly opera?" This kind of singing without any appeal was simply torturing his ears.

Lin Yidao: "I know these two actors, so I think I can support them."

Lao Cao sneered: "You are in a ghost state now. Even if you stand here for a day, people will not know that you are flattering him."

Lin Yi: "..." That's true.

At this time, as the rain became heavier and heavier, there was no more audience in the audience. Liang Jingbo and Zhou Xiaohui standing on the stage only felt embarrassed and lost the passion and courage to continue singing, so they hurriedly ended and returned to the stage.

Backstage.

When the class leader saw them, he couldn't help but wonder: "Why don't you sing?"

"It's raining outside, and no one is left in the audience. I really have no desire to continue singing." Liang Jingbo said. It was a bit embarrassing to think that the audience started to boo as soon as they came on stage. This is probably the difference between amateurs and professionals.

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The class leader said: "Even if no one is left in the audience, you still have to insist on finishing the play. This is a rule passed down from our ancestors."

Liang Jingbo was full of enthusiasm, but was completely shocked. She didn't even want to say anything anymore, so she said calmly: "Sometimes our ancestors may not be right."

He wasn't a professional drama actor anyway, so the class leader didn't bother to talk about him, so he waved his hand and said, "That's all, it's up to you whether you want to or not."

The two packed up their costumes and left Yu Rose Garden.

Because it was getting very late and the buses were out of service, the only option was to take a taxi. Liang Jingbo took out his mobile phone and found a ride. The other party soon called and said that he was driving a black seven-seater business car.

He took the car and reported the license plate number. After a while, a car stopped in front of him, the door was opened, and a few men got out wearing long robes that were only worn during the Republic of China.

Liang Jingbo saw that the car body was black and it was a seven-seater commercial vehicle. She didn't even look at the license plate number, so she and Zhou Xiaohui got in it directly.

There was another person sitting in the co-pilot. The man and woman could not be seen clearly, so they sat in the middle seat.

"Master, go to the Third Ring Road..." and said the street number and the name of the community.

The driver didn't say anything and started the car directly.

Zhou Xiaohui rubbed her arms and said: "Master, it's autumn now, why are you still turning on the air conditioner in such a cold temperature? Don't you feel worried about the gas money?"

The driver chuckled: "The air conditioner is not on."

"But why is it so cold?"

"My car is like this all year round. It's very cool." The driver smiled strangely.

"Really? That's great. What brand of car is this? It's really comfortable to ride in summer." It's a bit painful at this time of year. Zhou Xiaohui, who was only wearing short-sleeved shirts, was so cold that she could only stand next to her.

Boy friend.

After driving for a while, Liang Jingbo's cell phone rang.

"Hello, I've arrived. Where are you?"

Liang Jingbo was stunned, "Ah, I've already gotten on the bus... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I seem to have gotten on the wrong bus."

After hanging up the phone, Liang Jingpo asked the driver: "Master, I'm sorry, we got on the wrong bus. We are going to the Third Ring Road. Can you take us to the Third Ring Road?"

The driver said nothing and continued to drive.

Liang Jingbo became anxious and raised her voice: "Master, we are going to the Third Ring Road. If we don't go along the way, please let us get off."

The driver chuckled: "Sorry, my car won't stop halfway."

"Why?"

"We won't stop until we reach our destination."

"Where is your destination?"

"The Cemetery of Creation."
Chapter completed!