"Nanzhifang is gone."

Mei Sijun's first sentence was unexpected.

"No one can find the old site except the old theater troupe in Fucheng." Mei Sijun's expression changed a little, "It is a taboo. I only know a few things about it when my fathers talked about it."

"Just now I dreamed about Nanzhifang a hundred years ago. It was a winter day, with heavy snowfall, and the New Year was approaching. The pillars of Nazhifang committed suicide by throwing themselves into the well. The class leader Zhao Qigong found a group of new people and prepared to regroup..."

He closed his eyes slightly and spoke softly.

This dream didn't seem to last long and didn't reveal much information, but as he told it, everyone gradually had the impression of an old theater troupe.

"The fat boss Wang Youde fell in love with the new actor and called Zhao Qigong. Zhao Qigong said that there were six newcomers and he didn't know which one he wanted..."

He stopped talking, opened his eyes and looked at everyone: "This is where the dream ends."

Zhao Qigong, the leader of Nazhifang, two fat and thin businessmen who are lustful and greedy for money, Yu Ji, the heroine in green who committed suicide by throwing herself into a well, the missing overlord, and the new stunning actor...

"Judging from your dream, it was the Qing Yi who committed suicide by throwing himself into the well." Chen Zhiyuan said.

"Excuse me, you said that modern Nazhifang is a taboo in your industry, why?" the handsome old man Mi Lin asked.

Mei Sijun looked at him and slowly explained: "One is that the opera is quiet and quiet, and it can communicate with ghosts and gods. The other is that in the past, actors were humble and often died unexpectedly. Therefore, they had deep resentments and their souls lingered in the theater after death."

"Therefore, troupes usually worship immortals to seek peace and drive away negative energy."

"My ancestors worship Patriarch Huaguang, the three-eyed Lord Ma in folklore."

He paused, stopped talking, and listened carefully to the footsteps. It turned out that the owner of the cafe was bringing tea.

It was also difficult for him, except for the matsutake chicken soup, everything else was put together and served.

After he left, Mei Sijun took a sip of jasmine leaves to soothe her throat and continued: "Other troupes also have their own offerings, but Nanzhifang never worships immortals. Not only that, this troupe also accepts yin operas."

"A dirty trick?"

Xinxin's eyes widened and she looked at Mei Sijun curiously.

Mei Sijun nodded slightly and explained: "People are male and female, and opera is divided into yin and yang. As I said just now, opera is quiet and quiet, and it is most popular with ghosts. When someone in a wealthy family passes away, they often invite opera troupes to sing day and night. The daytime performance is a living thing.

People sing it at night...but it is sung by the dead."

Seeing that everyone seemed completely unfamiliar with this underworld drama, Mei Sijun simply introduced a few sentences:

"When singing Yin opera, you must first worship the gods enshrined by your family, and then find young actors who are healthy. If you are weak, your energy will be weak, and Yin ghosts will be easily haunted. You must not have women. In the old society, women are considered unclean and will offend the ancestors of Yin ghosts.

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"There is a set of rituals before going on stage. It is conducted by the host's family before the third watch. Offerings are presented and ancestors are invited, but this cannot drive away ghosts passing by."

"At the third watch, all living people, except for the theater troupe, leave the theater and go back to their houses with the doors and windows closed tightly. They are not allowed to walk around."

"After the third watch, the troupe starts singing. The play was the one the deceased loved during his lifetime. There are empty tables and chairs under the stage, and white rice with chopsticks on the table. They continue to sing until the fourth watch."

"During the period of birth, Dan, Jing, Mo, Chou, singing, chanting, doing, and fighting, all the procedures must be indispensable. If they are omitted, the ghosts will be angered, which may cause bad luck at best, serious illness or even death."

"On the fourth watch, the show will stop. The host's house will open the door to take the deceased home. You are not allowed to talk to the theater troupe during the whole process. They will leave separately. All matters will be discussed after the sixth watch."

Even though Mei Sijun had said it simply and clearly, it still made people feel a headache.

There are simply too many strange rules, many of which are unnecessary in the eyes of modern people.

But in their eyes, maybe it was an error in some link that led to the emergence of this ultimate game?

It is a strange story that has killed at least four players in the group...

Moreover, even Yang, who has the most seniority, has never heard of the ghost story [Underworld Opera], which means that it has not been selected and implemented by the ghost story game for a long time. It has been so long that players of this generation do not know that this ghost story exists. .

"My head has started to hurt." He let me go out and slumped on the chair. "Is it a female ghost who committed suicide by throwing herself into a well, or did she attract evil spirits because she did not worship the gods?"

"It's also possible that there was an error in the opera troupe's program for singing the sinister opera, or maybe it attracted something that shouldn't have come during the opera... Ahhh! It's so annoying!" Zhong Xueran also looked helpless.

Shen Kui had been listening silently. After listening to Mei Sijun's story, he suddenly asked: "But Mr. Mei, you still haven't said what happened to Nanzhifang in the end."

Mei Sijun was silent for a moment, looked at the tea in the cup, and said, "What else can I do? It has been a hundred years, so he is naturally dead."

"only……"

He seemed a little unsure of how to continue.

"This matter has no basis. I heard it from my father's mouth."

He made some preparations in advance.

Yang looked at him: "Please just say it."

Mei Sijun and Yang looked at each other and nodded: "It's just that to this day, in the few remaining old theater troupes in Fucheng, you can still occasionally hear Nazhifang's specialty... Farewell My Concubine."

"At the third watch of the night, when the time passes, there will be a singing voice that keeps on coming, like crying and complaining, which is creepy."

After the words fell, everyone fell silent for a while.

"It's like a ghost living in the theater." Chen Zhiyuan said in a low voice.

"By the way, Guantan's request is to go to Nanzhifang in three days. As you said, Nanzhifang is gone. Where is its old location?" Chen Zhiyuan continued to ask.

Mei Sijun's hand that picked up the tea cup suddenly stopped, and then he said something that no one expected...

"The Nazhifang Theater of those days is now under the name of my Mei family, in our old house in the western suburbs of Fucheng."

Mei Sijun seemed to have expected that everyone would react like this, and slowly explained: "The last class leader of Nazhifang, Zhao Qigong, was buried by my great-grandfather. What happened to Nazhifang back then and what the outcome was cannot be determined anymore. Grandpa didn’t say anything, so our descendants wouldn’t dare to ask.”

"Over the years, except for cleaning once a month, no one has lived in that place."

After Mei Sijun finished speaking, he still looked slow and leisurely, and even continued to drink tea leisurely.

But everyone has more or less understood why he was the one who had the dream and not someone else.

This young man, whose beauty transcends gender, carries an aura that is incompatible with his peers.

He seemed to be trying his best to blend in with the world, but he seemed clumsy and abrupt.

It was as if he shouldn't have lived in this era from the day he was born.

"This is a good thing. At least we don't have to waste time looking for Nanzhifang." Chen Zhiyuan said.

"Besides that, everyone." Yang suddenly changed the topic, and his eyes scanned everyone one by one, "Why didn't the word game be mentioned in the opening remarks and game requirements this time?"
Chapter completed!