Three days passed by in a flash.

It's the day when the Huangquan opera begins.

Mei Sijun had already distributed the location of Nazhifang to everyone. Qin Manjiang did not go to Nazhifang to inquire about it in advance. He did not know about the others.

He just felt that that place had become a property under the name of the Mei family, and if something happened over the years, something would have happened.

The reason why such an ultimate game has not been released until today may be due to recent changes.

At 7:30 in the morning, after getting up and washing up, Qin Manjiang and Nie Yunzhen took a taxi to the western suburbs of Fucheng according to the address given by Mei Sijun.

The road was rugged and deserted, with the wind howling all around and barren mountains and ridges as far as the eye could see, as if we had entered another world.

No wonder the Mei family is idle. This place is so desolate that it would be uncomfortable to live in even if it wasn't haunted.

The taxi driver didn't speak the whole time. After he dropped the two people off at the place, he immediately stepped on the accelerator and left.

The two got out of the car. Qin Manjiang glanced at Mei Sijun's instructions, saying that he had to find a river first and then follow the river downstream for a while.

Qin Manjiang and Nie Yunzhen walked forward in the morning fog one after the other. Soon, they found the river.

This river has no name, it is not wide, the water is not fast, and it has no characteristics. However, we can see footprints on the river bank, a place where no one comes.

Is it them?

Qin Manjiang doesn't like to investigate in advance, but that doesn't mean that others don't like it either.

I heard from Zhong Xueran that Chen Zhiyuan is the kind of person who likes to prepare everything to the fullest extent before entering into ghost stories.

"Go that way."

Qin Manjiang said to Nie Yunzhen.

The two of them each carried a backpack, which contained some necessary daily necessities and some simple food.

After these few days of recuperation, Nie Yun's face has really improved a lot. Although he still can't make any expressions, at least he is no longer so haggard. After supplementing with enough nutrients, his face has gradually gained color, and he can even be called good-looking.

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"A sickly beauty like Lin Daiyu..." This was the description given by Zhong Xueran after seeing Nie Yunzhen when he came to talk to Qin Manjiang a day ago about this strange story.

The humidity along the river is very heavy, and coupled with some mist on the water, it's not very clear from a little further away.

However, while walking, Qin Manjiang and Nie Yunzhen stopped.

Is there anyone on the misty river?

The two stood on the river bank and looked towards the river.

Soon, a wooden boat sailed out of the fog. After the first boat, there was a second one. After a while, densely packed wooden boats appeared on the river. Fortunately, this section of the river was wider, otherwise there would be no room for such a crowd.

Many ships.

Qin Manjiang peeled off the wet reeds and looked at the boats with Nie Yunzhen.

These boats are decorated with various lanterns, and there are boys and girls tied with paper on the bow and stern of the boat. The people rowing on them wear strange masks and have streamers of different colors wrapped around their bodies.

There are also piles of white paper scattered on the water...

If you look closely, you can see that it is floating down from the sky.

Something's wrong...

This place is rarely visited, so why do so many ships suddenly appear?

There are so many paper figures on the boat...

At this time, a hand quietly reached out to Qin Manjiang's shoulder.

When he was about to touch him, Nie Yunzhen suddenly turned his head and grabbed the hand!

Qin Manjiang turned around immediately when he noticed the movement, only to see Mei Sijun and Yang!

It was Yang who was grabbed by Nie Yunzhen!

Yang didn't feel strange at all when she caught him. Instead, he made a silencing gesture, pulled him and Nie Yunzhen, and slowly backed away. They didn't say until they were far away from the river and reached a high point on the river bank:

"Those don't look like people..."

Qin Manjiang's heart skipped a beat.

In that river...are those on the boats all ghosts?

"Look."

Mei Sijun said suddenly.

Everyone followed his gaze and looked towards the river. White mist enveloped the river, and large and small lanterns were reflected in the dark river water.

The people punting the boats wore strange masks. Although their hands were moving, their movements were extremely stiff. They all looked like dummies on the stage. Suddenly... a strange tune sounded on the river:

"I'm afraid that the passing years will fade away, but my mood will be different in the same way."

"On auspicious days and good days, we should laugh. Why do shark beads turn into tears and are thrown away?"

"Seeing Mrs. Hu is like hearing the sound of a deserted mountain. Have you ever seen my husband and me in Xuan Terrace?"

"She burst into tears and her voice was intermittent, like a cuckoo's cry in another courtyard, like a mourning ape in the Baxia Valley. It touched the heartstrings and was so tragic."

"This is also a lesson from God. He taught me to accept the lingering hatred, avoid being spoiled and resentful, and rehabilitate myself, change my temperament, let go of love, turn back from the sea of ​​suffering, and realize Lan Yin early..."

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In tune with that weird tune, the people punting the boat didn't move, but the boys and girls wrapped in paper started shaking their heads together!

In the mist, this scene is particularly strange!

The four of them looked at the "people" sitting on the boat, the "people" leaning against them, and the "people" standing there. Their faces were all pale and they were all wearing colorful clothes. They couldn't see clearly.

No matter what the style, there is something indescribably weird about it.

The opera singer didn't know where he was, and the wind had stopped, but the boat kept rocking, the water surface rippled, and bubbles rolled out from time to time, as if something was surging at the bottom of the river.

move.

At that moment!

Qin Manjiang saw something surging in the dark river water.

It was an arm... its pale fingertips emerged from the river, swaying strangely to the tune...

Soon, not only the arm, but also countless old things under the water were sung by this weird tune. The fog became thicker and thicker, making it almost impossible to see clearly what was happening on the river. Only that

The opera is still singing...

"Paper figures, lanterns, white paper... it's a ghost show."

Mei Sijun said in a low voice.

For the first time, his face showed an expression other than calm and calm, and there was a deep sense of disbelief in his eyes.

"It's not a ghost show sung by humans...it's a ghost show sung by ghosts!"

Mei Sijun was the only one in the pear garden here. Yang patted him gently, allowing Mei Sijun to stabilize his mood somewhat, but he still stared at the river that seemed to be boiling.

"What kind of opera is being sung on the river?" Yang asked.

"Suolin bag," Mei Sijun didn't look back, just looked at it without blinking, "Xue Xiangling, a rich girl, gave a Suolin bag filled with jewelry to a poor girl, Zhao Shouzhen, when she got married. Later, Xue Xiangling was hit by a flood.

She was in trouble and moved to a wealthy family to work as a nanny. She discovered that the mistress of the wealthy family was Zhao Shouzhen, a poor woman back then. After Zhao Shouzhen found out, she treated her as a guest of honor and became a sister. "

"Singing about sisterhood?"

"yes."

After Mei Sijun finished speaking, he suddenly said: "Why don't you sing?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang got goosebumps all over his body, and Qin Manjiang and Nie Yunzhen even ran away!

Mei Sijun was pulled by Yang and ran to a higher place on the river bank!

Just because in the river, the turbid waves surged, and there were rotting corpses...

Coming ashore!
Chapter completed!