Qiang Yue looked very unhappy and realized that something was wrong, because only disaster-body ghosts could create illusions.
It can also be said that after ghosts or strange powers reach the disaster body, they will awaken a kind of natal skill and magical power, which is called the ghost (strange) realm.
Ghost (spooky) realms can be large or small, and they are all different, depending on the ghost or strange strength.
Qiang Yue didn't know how to get out of the ghost realm, but she knew that she was in big trouble and might not be able to go back.
The ghost land in front of me is an illusion.
The illusion was very realistic. The people and sounds on the street were so real that it was difficult to distinguish between real and fake. Qiang Yue stepped on the ground hard, and even the touch felt no strange.
"Girl, do you want to take a ride? You can go anywhere in the city. You only need three copper coins." A rickshaw stopped in front of Qiang Yue. The rickshaw master looked at Qiang Yue with a smile.
"Master Zhou spends money."
"Well, first time."
With this sound, everyone Cheng came on stage.
So Qiang Yue and the coquettish young man walked into the garden together.
"If you don't have any loose money, I just have it."
"It turns out to be Miss Jiang. Is this the first time Miss Jiang has come to Chengyuan?"
"I remembered, do you still remember the Cheng family from twenty years ago?"
"Thank you!" Qiang Yue thanked him after taking the tea poured by Zhou Lang.
The first sentence alone directly makes people's soul ascend to heaven. It sounds so good that it makes people have goosebumps all over their body.
"The family is full of loyal people, but their souls have nowhere to go..."
Qiang Yue's first instinct was to refuse, but after a second thought, she said, "Go to the busiest place in the city."
When the two came to the entrance, the two big men who checked the tickets respectfully let Zhou Lang in. At first glance, it seemed that Mr. Zhou had a good background.
Qiang Yue was worried about how to ask the other party to take her in, because Qiang Yue found that the ticket seemed to be checked when entering Cheng Garden. There were two burly men standing at the entrance.
Although it was a phantom mirror, Qiang Yue still felt very embarrassed because she felt that everyone around her was looking at her.
After finishing speaking, Cheng and everyone went backstage to prepare.
"Okay, sit down."
There is a single-story hall directly in front. In front of the hall is a performance stage. On both sides of the performance stage, there are two three-story wooden lofts, which are audience seats. It is initially estimated that they can accommodate more than a thousand people.
I saw only one person standing on the stage, wearing a costume and makeup, and I couldn't tell the difference between male and female.
Qiang Yue is no exception. She rarely pays attention to opera. I didn't expect it to be so good, but it's a bit sad.
This person is called Mr. Cheng. Qiang Yue thinks that if she goes back this time, she can check whether there was an opera singer Mr. Cheng in Xidu a hundred years ago.
"good!"
Qiang Yue looked at the ancient building in front of her and found that many people were walking towards it. For a moment, Qiang Yue didn't know where this place was.
"Cheng Yuan, singer, I heard that Mr. Cheng will perform on stage in person today. The girl has come at the right time. She is blessed with ears. Mr. Cheng doesn't just rap and sing. The songs she sings are very nice. It's a pity that
We can’t listen.”
"I thought she was going to be on stage for the finale."
As Cheng and everyone continued to sing, the attention of everyone present was no longer focused, and some people began to whisper, because some people heard the content of the play.
Only then did Qiang Yue take a serious look at Zhou Lang. Along the way, from other people's attitudes towards Zhou Lang, as well as what Zhou Lang himself said and did, she could tell that Zhou Lang was not simple, and his background was definitely not small.
At this time, Qiang Yue noticed that the rickshaw master was looking at her, and then she realized that she had to pay. But when she touched her pocket, she remembered that she had no coins on her body.
"Pah...pah..."
From the very beginning, it creates a sad and melancholy atmosphere.
"Ms. Jiang, did you book your tickets in advance? If not, you might as well follow me to the third floor. It's too noisy down there."
"That's right."
"Haha, Miss Jiang, you are so polite. This is my honor, Mr. Zhou."
At this time, the entire Cheng Garden was extremely lively, with people everywhere. The view of the Qiang Moon was very novel. This was the first time I entered the theater a hundred years ago.
Zhou Lang also kept clapping his hands and even shouted twice. It can be seen that he is a fan of the Cheng family.
But I heard someone shouting: "Master Cheng!"
Ten minutes later, the rickshaw stopped in front of a drum tower. "Girl, the most lively place in the city has arrived. Cheng Yuan, do you think it's hot or lively here?"
"The last name is Jiang!"
"You're welcome, you're welcome. Are you here to listen to Mr. Cheng's music too?"
Hearing that Mr. Cheng said that a new play had been arranged, everyone present became enthusiastic and applauded. Zhou Lang was not surprised. Everyone was full of expectations for Mr. Cheng's new play.
"Isn't this better?"
The show begins!
Suona and erhu sounded first.
Mr. Cheng's voice is very pleasant, like the voice of an oriole.
"Master, what is done here?"
"Oh, it's really Mr. Cheng. I didn't expect her to come on stage so quickly."
Before anyone arrives, the sound comes first.
"Yeah, July 13th..."
Qiang Yue got out of the car and looked at the Drum Tower, where there was an endless stream of people coming and going.
As soon as she walked into Chengyuan, she saw a large theater and a large stage. Qiang Yue was shocked by the large theater in front of her. This was the first time she had seen such a large stage. There are not many large theaters like this in Xidu today.
See.
Qiang Yue looked at the young man in white and said, "Thank you very much!"
"The Cheng family you were talking about, whose entire family was beheaded?"
"You still don't know the girl's surname?" The young master was polite and gentlemanly, and he was humble and courteous to Qiang Yue along the way.
Qiang Yue followed Zhou Lang to the third-floor attic on the left side of the performance stage.
At this moment, a voice sounded in Qiang Yue's ears. When she looked up, it was a windy young man walking over. He was wearing a white robe, holding a folding fan in his hand, and his hair was combed and polished. In the current sentence,
Talk about a slut.
The shouting at the scene subsided, and everyone watched quietly. Everyone's expression gradually became sad, and they were infected.
"Thanks to all my friends and fellow villagers for your support, I have recently arranged a new play, and I sincerely invite you to listen to it."
"It will take a while for everyone, Cheng, to come on stage. Miss Jiang has a sip of tea first. This is the finest Yunfeng tea, but it is something that even money cannot buy."
At this time, there were sounds from the performance stage, and many people were cheering.
"It seems we are of the same mind."
On the rickshaw, Qiang Yue observed the street scene and the buildings on both sides of the street. After some verification, he found that this was the Western Capital of the last century.
"Well done!"
"Why do I feel that the operas performed by everyone Cheng seem to be about our Western Capital."
"Thank you Mr. Zhou..." The rickshaw master took the copper plate and thanked him repeatedly.
Qiang Yue looked at it silently. So far, Qiang Yue still didn't notice anything unusual and didn't know how to get out of the illusion. Maybe the answer lies with Master Cheng.
"That's right."
"It seems to be true. How do you guys sing this?"
At this time, no one noticed that the gate and entrance to Cheng Yuan had been secretly locked and filled with firewood.
I got home and took a picture of the starry sky in my hometown for everyone to enjoy.