Although the thing that suddenly appeared had arms and legs, its legs were hanging down, with its toes pointing down and about five centimeters above the ground.

It was dressed in white, with blood stains on its clothes, and its hair was disheveled, making it look like a ghost.

The first person to see the ghost was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground, his hands and feet were weak. He tried to get up and run away several times, but could not stand up.

Seeing this thing, the well-informed old man Luo knocked on the cigarette pole and yelled dissatisfied: "Why are you panicking? They are just watching a show. Call the good people and get ready to act!"

Those who had seen this kind of scene quickly calmed down, and together with their companions who were still arrogant, they made up, dressed, and set up a stage. It didn't take much effort to build a decent stage.

Old Man Luo placed the statue of the god, offered incense sticks, then went on stage and began to sing "Send the Soul".

There are many specialties on the stage. For example, "Send the Soul" cannot be sung in the first scene of the opening scene, and "Thank You" cannot be sung in the last scene.

But since we are playing for ghosts, everything must be done in reverse.

Opera troupes are prone to attracting ghosts. Although the frequency is not high, you can always encounter them a few times after living for decades.

After getting dressed, Old Man Luo put on his dark costume, put on his long beard, held a long knife, and stepped onto the stage.

After his appearance, he looked closely and found that there were more than a dozen white shadows floating under the stage. At this time, there were so many ghostly shadows that it seemed as if he had arrived in front of the Naihe Bridge in the underworld, which made people change their minds.

But Old Man Luo took one look at it and started singing. His unique voice sounded and spread in all directions.

"A single figure is left in tears, and a lonely grave thousands of miles away is about to extinguish the soul. I sigh that heroes are remembered, but no one can find the common people. Who casts the blood of heroes? Who sends the souls of foreigners?"

Wang Huai looked at more and more ghosts, pulled Luo Xiaosheng and asked: "What's going on?"

"They must be grandpa's theater fans." Luo Xiaosheng said excitedly, "I encounter ghosts when I go out, and I get rich when I see a coffin. This is a good sign, indicating that we are going to be famous this time. And we have experience in this kind of thing, and we will be fine after singing the opera.

Already."

When a fifteen-year-old boy is not afraid of anything, when he sees a female ghost, he wants to grab his hands and have a real life-or-death fight.

But immediately, Luo Xiaosheng couldn't laugh anymore.

Last time, after Old Man Luo finished singing a song, there were fewer ghosts down there.

But this time, instead of decreasing, the number of ghosts in the audience increased.

After a while, both sides of the road were surrounded by all kinds of wandering souls, completely cutting off the way back.

Someone rushed out from the wandering spirit, but as soon as he touched the wandering spirit, he fell to the ground trembling and couldn't get out.

These wandering spirits didn't move much, they just looked at the stage blankly, but they were still scary.

In addition, the surrounding temperature also dropped.

It's still summer, and the temperature during the day is very high, but now it seems like it's winter, and even the surrounding weeds are covered with a layer of frost.

Wang Huai has magic power and Pangu spiritual liquid in his body, so this coldness doesn't matter.

But the third senior sister on the side had been sealed with a magic weapon, and now she had begun to tighten her clothes and her whole body was trembling.

Sighing, Wang Huai took off his long gown and covered Wu Wei's body.

Wrapped in a long gown, Wu Wei felt the residual warmth on the clothes, feeling as if he had merged with Wang Huai, and his face instantly turned red.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome. I thought you couldn't speak."

Wu Wei hesitated for a moment, then whispered: "I do have a lot of questions to ask you, but it's not good to take advantage of others' danger. So I restrained myself and didn't ask you questions."

The unexpected answer stunned Wang Huai.

As Uncle Duan said, Wang Huai hates people with noble qualities.

On the one hand, you will feel guilty for lying to the other party.

On the other hand, you will fall in love with the other person involuntarily.

Wang Huai's life philosophy is to be flexible and adaptable. As long as he doesn't exceed his own limits, he can do anything.

Therefore, for those who abide by his own principles, Wang Huai would laugh at them as pedantic on the surface, but always admire them in his heart.

"Wu Wei."

"Um."

"I like you very much. Well, as a friend."

Wu Wei looked at Wang Huai stupidly, then suddenly closed his eyes and fainted completely.

"No way, you can't bear a word? Wait, something is wrong."

Wang Huai immediately discovered that not only Wu Wei, but also other members of the troupe were staggering around, and then fell to the ground one after another.

The gathered wandering souls seemed to be under tremendous pressure, making the old man Luo who was singing on the stage heavier and heavier, and his singing became weaker and weaker.

Just when Wang Huai felt that the situation was out of control, Qian Liu's voice rang in his ears: "Donor, take us to a place where no one is around."

Wang Huai immediately stood up and quietly slipped out while everyone was paying attention to the wandering soul.

Stepping into the deserted grove, Zheng Wu's shadow flew down from Wang Huai's neck and turned into Zheng Wu and Qian Liu after landing.

At this time, their faces were filled with compassion and their treasures were solemn.

After coming out, they sat cross-legged and began to chant scriptures.

The sound of their chanting is not loud, but it is very penetrating.

The verses did not disappear after they were recited, but lingered in the woods like echoes.

After a few breaths, the wandering soul who was still listening to the play was attracted by the scriptures and slowly moved into the woods and came to the side of the two monks.

Not long after, dozens of wandering souls gathered here, causing the temperature of the forest to drop rapidly, and at the same time, cold sweat broke out on Zheng Wuqianliu's face.

Finding an opening, Qian Liu said: "Donor, help us protect the law later."

"Tell me what's going on first."

"These wandering souls are ghosts. There must be a tiger demon around. These ghosts are driven by the tiger demon. We are purifying these ghosts now. When the tiger demon realizes something is wrong, he will definitely come. At that time, please also ask the donor

Help eliminate the tiger demon."

"What if I can't beat the opponent?"

"Just go."

"What about you?"

"Just die."

Qian Liu spoke very frankly, as if life and death no longer mattered.

Even though he has the secret of reincarnation, his cultivation will still fall short, and Qian Liu's potential is not high, so it's hard to say whether he can be ranked high.

These two monks were so willing to do it for a group of people they just met.

Looking at the two calm people, Wang Huai shook his head helplessly.

Sitting down cross-legged, Wang Huai began to practice "The Art of Forgetting Love".

Previously, he had achieved the first level of perfection, but he felt that he was missing an opportunity.

"Tai Shang Forgetting Love" is a method of heavenly practice, and its practice pays attention to opportunities.

If the opportunity has not arrived, you will not be able to break through no matter what.

Just now, the actions of Wu Wei, Qian Liu, and Zheng Wu touched him invisibly, making him realize that there was an opportunity, so he started practicing directly.

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Huai felt that the surroundings were completely silent, and even the chirping of insects in the forest had completely disappeared.

Opening his eyes, Wang Huai saw a huge white tiger, as tall as a person, appearing in the forest, its bell-like eyes staring at the three people in front of him.

Wang Huai stood up, his heart clear.

"The Art of Forgetting Love" is a breakthrough.

After the breakthrough, Wang Huai felt that he could enter concentration at any time, and the messy emotions in his heart were swept away.

The mana around him became softer and clearer, and the quality of his mana increased by 30%, allowing his strength to leap forward again.

Staring at the tiger demon in front of him, Wang Huai could feel the pressure released from him, and he could also faintly sense a gifted spell.

The opponent is a tiger demon in the mana realm, probably only a little weaker than a little hamster.

Without any nonsense, Wang Huai directly activated the creation of all things, and his two arms immediately appeared, and together with Wang Huai, he rushed towards the tiger demon in front of him.

Early the next morning, Old Man Luo, who had lost his voice when singing, saw that the ghosts around him had disappeared without a trace.

There was no one on the chairs under the stage, only some broken silver scattered on the ground, like a reward from the spectators.

Behind the stage, everyone was sleeping soundly from exhaustion. Wang Huai and Wu Wei were lying next to a huge tiger corpse, sleeping soundly.

Looking at the tiger corpse, Old Man Luo was silent for a long time, and finally raised his hand and sang in a low voice:

"A gentle breeze will tell you that spring is coming, and thousands of cups of turbid wine will welcome the benefactors. What's the point of having a thousand words in your heart? I will definitely thank you for your kindness when we meet again one day."
Chapter completed!