【Past and present life, resentment is hard to eliminate】

【Who enters the opera garden, who becomes an actor】

[Three days later, go to Nanzhifang and eliminate the ghost story.]

[Time limit, seven days]

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After everyone finished reading, the scarlet text quickly blended into the void and disappeared.

At this time, Qin Manjiang also felt a huge repulsive force!

Not only him, but others as well. Yang immediately said: "We are leaving this space soon. I will contact everyone in the real world. There are some things that need to be discussed."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure immediately collapsed! It turned into dense black dust and scattered in the void.

The others were also the same, with their illusory bodies collapsing into black mist and disappearing into space.

Qin Manjiang was no exception, but... when he was about to leave this space, he saw the blood-red text below the first lit spiritual pupil mark under the huge pupil above his head - [Yin Yang Alley]

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And on the second spiritual pupil, blood-colored words slowly appeared - [Underworld Opera]

Everyone's guess is correct...those ten spiritual pupil-shaped dark spots are indeed ten ultimate games.

What happens when they are all lit up?

His consciousness suddenly collapsed...

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"Master, you wake up..."

Singer... No, Mei Sijun opened his eyes, and the faint fragrance of the sandalwood table brought him back to reality. He had returned to the real world from that mysterious space.

"Uncle Li, how old are you? Don't call me that again." Mei Sijun said calmly.

"But Master..." Uncle Li leaned forward and said with a low eyebrow, "Master has set rules all his life, and we are all used to it. It makes us uncomfortable not to scream."

"You go down first." Mei Sijun pinched the bridge of his nose, and suddenly a feeling of tiredness came to his heart.

"I want to rest for a while without seeing anyone."

"Yes, Master."

The old servant left the study, closed the door, and walked away quietly.

"Nanzhifang..."

Thinking about the name mentioned in the strange story, Mei Sijun was a little dazed.

Unlike other players, he comes from a Liyuan family. His grandfather and father are all famous actors, except himself.

In this day and age, not many people listen to music anymore.

But neither my father nor Uncle Li, including most people in this industry, are willing to admit this.

Opera is dying.

If no changes are made to adapt to the times, it will disappear even faster.

So, he joined the Modern Theater in Fucheng.

It was also that decision that made my father so angry that he became ill and passed away soon after.

Mei Sijun also knows about Nazhifang mentioned in the ghost story, or...

Everyone in the Liyuan Opera Troupe in the entire Fucheng area knows about it.

After all, Nanzhifang is the only troupe that not only performs operas for the living, but also for the dead.

The white smoke from the agarwood nearby made Mei Sijun drowsy.

He was lying on the desk, his long hair slowly falling, and his vision... gradually blurred...

He had a dream, a... very strange... very strange dream.

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"Eh~~"

"It's not that enemies don't get together, but when will enemies stop getting together? If I had known that there would be no love after death, I would have ignored the love in life."

Under the red couplets hung high, gongs and drums continued, as did silk and bamboo.

Bright red candles illuminated the stage, and on the three-foot-square stage, a man in green clothes and sleeves danced gracefully, with a lingering body and moving posture. His singing voice was clear and graceful, making him cry like he was complaining.

Under the stage, the seats were full of distinguished guests, and the two floors of the theater were packed to capacity.

Everyone was wrapped in winter clothes, holding a cup of steaming hot tea, looking at the stage and cheering.

There were loud gongs and drums in the theater, heavy snowfall and loud voices outside the theater.

In the private room on the second floor, two wealthy middle-aged men were sitting across from each other. They must be businessmen.

The two of them occasionally glanced down at the stage, occasionally took a sip of tea, and chatted.

"This Nazhifang is coming to an end. The best show is no longer the overlord and the concubine. If the female consort sings every day, sooner or later she will get tired of it." said the shorter fat businessman.

"Aren't you tired of Farewell My Concubine?" the taller one asked with a smile.

"It's boring, but people are not tired, hehe..."

The two of them looked at each other and smiled obscenely, both knowing it well.

"It's a pity. What kind of well did you throw yourself into?" The short and fat businessman shook his head and took a sip of tea.

"Bah, bah, don't talk about bad things. Seeing that the New Year is about to come, I came to the theater to have fun and you mentioned these things. Aren't you annoying me?" The tall fat businessman picked up his cigarette bag and took a puff, spitting out a mouthful of white mist.

But I heard that Boss Zhao from Nazhifang has found another beauty. She has a voluptuous figure and a voice like an oriole. This theater will not be a beauty for a while."

"It's time for him to get rich, this old bastard."

The short and fat businessman laughed and said, "No, the theater is still full despite the heavy snow outside. Who is here to see this Qing Yi?"

“I don’t know if Xiao Hua Dan is spicy enough or not~”

While the two were talking, the tall, fat businessman suddenly stopped smoking his cigarette and stared blankly in the direction of the background as if he was in a daze.

The short and fat businessman followed his gaze and turned to look behind the stage on the first floor, his fat body trembling momentarily.

Everyone was stunned.

What they see is that they are both the same person.

She was only fifteen or sixteen years old, but she had red lips and white teeth, and a pretty face. Perhaps she had just come back from the street. There was some snow falling on her hair and shoulders. The snow fell on her thin cotton clothes. Not only did it not make her look shabby, but it actually made her look a little more shabby.

Quiet and dignified.

"Why are you looking at the little actress? This is Qing Yi given by God..."

The tall, fat businessman shivered and dropped his pipe on the ground, his face flushed with excitement.

He slapped a handful of money on the table and called for an errand: "Call your boss Zhao!"

The boy bent down and took away the money with one palm, then quickly said with a smile: "Okay, Mr. Wang, please wait a moment..."

"Wang Youde, have you fallen in love with her?" the short, fat businessman asked knowingly.

The businessman whom he called Wang Youde naturally nodded: "You are not allowed to fight with me, I only want this, no matter how much money you have!"

"Should I argue with you?" He shrugged his neck, "Yeah, I'd better wait for the young lady."

After a while, Zhao Qigong, the boss of Nazhifang, came.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he recognized the real owner, and said with a smile: "Boss Wang, it's been a long time since I saw you here to have tea and watch a show. How are you doing recently?"

"Stop talking nonsense, let me ask you, is there a new member in your troupe?" Wang Youde asked.

Zhao Qigong was startled. Looking at Wang Youde's anxious expression, how could he not understand?

After thinking for a moment, he said: "There is a new person, but not one..."

Wang Youde was stunned: "Oh? How many are there?"

Zhao Qigong first gestured with his right hand, and then added a left index finger: "Six."

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"Buzz——"

"Buzz——"

The vibration of the cell phone woke Mei Sijun up.

He picked up the phone and saw that it was a call from Yang.

What a strange dream... He took a sip of tea and felt a little dazed. He actually dreamed of Nanzhifang, which he had not yet gone to.

When Nanzhifang was prosperous, it was almost a hundred years ago. It seems that this ultimate game really made him think about it...

Mei Sijun pressed answer:

"OK, bye."
Chapter completed!