On a normal day, if anyone talked about human heads or corpses while eating, they would definitely be complained about by a few old men, but not today.

Because Tianzun actually thought of something on his own initiative without reminding or asking for help. This is really new!

Yin Hou and Yao Changtian both asked him, "Whose head is that?"

"What is it called...ah, by the way, Xie Feihua!" Tianzun said with great certainty.

Yin Hou and Yao Changtian were even more surprised - they even remembered their names?

"Who is he?" Yin Hou was curious, could he be some powerful person?

"He seems to be the head of some sect. I met him twice on the same day." Tianzun said, "That day I happened to be with a few children from Taixue. They were trying out new tea at the teahouse near Baihu Bridge. I didn't know what it was at that time.

For those who didn't send an invitation, I saw two groups of people arguing at each other below the Baihu Bridge, shouting very loudly, "I, Xie Feihua, are not welcome today." The other one, who called himself "Luoye", also said that he would give it to the other side.

Let’s take a look. In short, it was quite embarrassing to have a row in the street, and they even got into action later... But soon after the Imperial City Army arrived, they ran away, and they were still quarreling before leaving."

Yin Hou and Yao Changtian listened and looked at Tianzun suspiciously - you just remembered it after a quarrel on the road? You even remember the name?

"Didn't I meet him again that night?" Tianzun crossed his arms and said, "Didn't I find Nan'an Temple too noisy that night? Then I went back to Kaifeng Mansion to sleep in the middle of the night."

Yin Hou probably knew what day it was. Not long ago, they and the Demon King went to stay at Nan'an Temple. It rained lightly at night. I don't know if it was on the eaves or somewhere. There was water dripping from a place. It was dripping, which drove Tianzun crazy.

Yin Hou and the Demon King didn't pay much attention to it, and slept well. Tianzun was so annoyed that he stayed up for half the night, and finally got up and went back to Kaifeng Mansion to sleep.

Tianzun held an umbrella and left Nan'an Temple, yawning and returned to Kaifeng Mansion.

Nan'an Temple is not far from Fengfu, and the road is easy to walk. Tianzun Taoist is not lost in this road, and a target as big as Kaifengfu is right in the middle of Nantian Street, so it is not difficult to find it.

Tianzun was walking when he suddenly heard someone calling for help.

The old man was wondering if there was a strongman coming out late at night? So he followed the sound and went over to take a look.

After walking a few steps, I saw a drunken man chasing and beating a scholar in the alley. I could smell the smell of alcohol from a long distance away. What else did the drunkard say in his mouth, "You are worthy of Xie Feihua with me."

Steal women..."

Tianzun heard this sentence, which seemed a bit familiar. He took a look and saw that it was Xie Feihua who had been fighting at the White Tiger Bridge in the afternoon.

The old man shook his head, waved his hand, and threw the Xie Feihua onto the distant roof.

After that, Tianzun didn't pay much attention and went home to sleep.

"Besides..." Tianzun recalled, "I walked out quite far and was almost at the yamen gate, when I heard Xie Feihua shouting 'Ghost' and 'There's a ghost'... I

He didn’t care, he probably thought someone threw him onto the roof.”

Originally, the old man had almost forgotten about this matter, but because it happened relatively recently, and today there was a lot of people and wine, and the Jianghu people happened to gather to make trouble, this whole fuss made Tianzun think of it.

Yin Hou calculated the time and it seemed to be right, so he asked Tianzun, "Is the person who was beaten the old Liu who was on duty?"

"Is Lao Liu just the human head in the other vat?" Tianzun thought for a moment and shook his head, "It doesn't look very similar. The one who was beaten seemed to be a young man. I didn't look carefully and glanced at it. He looked like a scholar.

"

"It's haunted..." Yao Changtian asked, "Did it happen that night when it rained?"

Yin Hou asked him, "Did you hear it too?"

The White Ghost King nodded, "I think I heard someone shouting that there is a ghost or something...but that's it."

The old man changed the subject and continued drinking with the wine glass in hand, "Isn't it normal for his Kaifeng Mansion to be haunted? You can hear a voice from time to time at night."

Tianzun and Yin Hou both nodded - yes, Kaifeng City is a very dangerous place, more dangerous than the four desperate situations.

…

At the same time, Zhan Zhao, Bai Yutang, Suo Li and Xiao Sizi bought theater tickets and lined up in the tent to watch the theater.

It was quite interesting when buying tickets. Suoli was too big and had to pay half a ticket. The fourth boy was too small and only had half a ticket. Zhan Zhao tried his best to hold back his complaints with a small mouth, so as not to anger Tuanzi.

The fifth master guessed that he wanted to complain, and seeing how hard he tried to hold it back, he reached out and touched his head - there is progress, Mao'er!

The big tent is a temporary theater building. It is said that today is the first matinee of the Huoyue Troupe.

After buying the tickets and queuing up to enter the theater, Zhan Zhao remembered that this show didn't seem to be a romantic and fresh show, but a heavy version of murder and hauntings. Is it okay, little four?

Bai Yutang also looked around and found that there were many adults bringing their children to watch the show. He guessed it was no big deal.

The fourth son sat on Soli's shoulders, sitting high and seeing far away. He put his hands on the coconut shell on Soli's head, which was quite comfortable.

The tent in the theater is very tall, higher than the three-story building next to it.

The little fourth son looked up at the high tent roof and asked Suo Li, "Xiao Shuozi, are there any big shows on the Demon Prison Island?"

"Yes!" Suoli nodded, "At certain times of the year, there will be some traveling troupes who perform in theaters and come to the Devil's Prison Island."

"Isn't it difficult to enter the Devil's Prison Island? You have to climb the Devil's Spine." The fourth child even inquired about it.

"Oh! You know this?!" Suoli told the fourth child, "There is a trick to walking the Devil's Backbone. The danger is actually not going up the mountain but going down the mountain. But for the troupe, we will take them down the mountain.

"

"Then what kind of plays do your troupe mainly perform?" the fourth son was curious.

"Most of them are fairy tales, telling about the former Eagle Dynasty, Tianyu Clan, Ice Fish Clan, etc." Suoli said, "You haven't seen it in the Central Plains, right?"

"No!" The fourth son wanted to see it very much, feeling that it was all about Yin Yin and Zun Zun.

Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang also wanted to see it inexplicably, so that they could at least see how rich their homes used to be!

"However, please be careful with this mobile troupe." Suoli said mysteriously, "If you are not careful, you may invite bad people to your home."

"Bad guy? A robber disguised as a theater troupe?"

"Oh? Are you quite knowledgeable?" Suoli praised the fourth son, "But robbers are actually pretty good. There are more terrifying things."

The boy held the coconut shell and looked down at Soli, "Is he more terrifying than a robber?"

"In the past, small villages, small tribes and even small countries in the Western Regions were wiped out." Suoli said, "It was because of accidentally inviting a ghost theater troupe."

"Ghost theater troupe?" Even Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang looked back at him, "What is that?"

"It's just that the theater troupe is full of ghosts." Suo Li also looked at Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang - you two can't understand it so clearly.

Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang didn't understand. They had never heard of it when they were growing up. Is there a serious ghost theater troupe? A group of little ghosts acting together?

"Why do ghosts want to form a theater troupe?" The fourth son felt that he couldn't understand. Isn't watching a theater a happy thing?

"The origin of this matter seems to be because of the Eagle King."

Suoli said something again, which made several people confused. Xiao Sizi and Bai Yutang both looked at Zhan Zhao subconsciously.

Zhan Zhao also scratched his head - his ancestors must have been rich, it sounds very cool, but it should not be too broad... Sometimes being too generous can easily lead to unreasonable disasters.

"What kind of ghost does this ghost refer to?" Bai Yutang felt that there seemed to be some problems, maybe it was not the same concept as the ghost he understood.

Suoli still didn't know anything but had heard a little bit about everything, "It seems like the Eagle King said they are ghosts and they are ghosts, or is it the kind of ghost created by the Eagle King himself..."

Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang both looked to the sky. They should have asked the warden for someone more reliable to bring back.

The fourth son lay on Suoli's head and discussed with him, "So it's not the kind of ghost that a person turns into after he dies?"

Suoli was still puzzled, "Everyone is dead. What's so scary? Dead people won't harm others."

"Yeah!" The fourth child immediately nodded in agreement. This person is what he thought.

"What are those ghosts like?"

"I haven't seen it, but the warden and others have." Soli said, "There were many ghosts in the desert at that time, and the ghost troupe was the most terrifying kind. At that time, the immortal king came to the devil prison to save people, but

The cause seems to be because of the ghosts in the desert. There is also the powerful King of Dead Leaves. He and the King of Poisonous Fire also came to the Demon Prison because they were investigating a ghost troupe that destroyed a village!"

"The King of the Immortal? The King of Poisonous Fire? The King of Dead Leaves?" The little boy's eyes widened, "It sounds so powerful!"

Both Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang asked, "Then what...who is the King of Withered Leaves?"

"Wow! Don't you know about the King of Withered Leaves?" Suoli looked at the two of them in surprise, "The King of Withered Leaves is super powerful, and he is also the boss of the Poisonous Fire King."

The more Bai Yutang listened, the more wrong he became, "Isn't the King of Poison Fire my uncle?"

"Should my uncle be the King of White Flames?" Zhan Zhao also asked, "Is it white flames or poisonous fire?"

Suo Li also tilted his head, "White smoke?"

"The King of Poison Fire is the White Ghost King, right?" Zhan Zhao was a little confused.

Soli then nodded.

"Is the King of Dead Leaves He Wanfeng? Isn't he the Lord of Dead Leaf City?" Bai Yutang felt that with this person's cunning, it is not impossible to fool him into the group of masters, and he had been traveling with his uncle back then.

.The boss who claims to be my uncle sounds a little sinister, very similar to what he would do.

Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang still wanted to inquire more about the ghost theater troupe, but the fourth boy and Suo Li on the other end had already discussed the plot of the epic Demon Prison Island.

Suo Li said that he thought the epic of Demon Prison Island could be staged as a big show. The fourth son thought it was a good idea and said that he knew the leaders of the largest theater in Kaifeng City and could recommend them to perform it.

Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang both shook their heads - they could communicate normally.

While they were talking, the queue had already reached the entrance of the tent. When the three adults and one child entered, the waiter said that half-ticket tickets must be seated on the adult's lap and not carried on the shoulders.

Suoli picked up the little fourth son and carried him through the door.

Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang heard from the accent of the waiter that they were not from Kaifeng, and the waiter didn't know them or the fourth son.
To be continued...