Author: Looking at the beauty after crossing the water
Chapter 19 New Abilities (Please read and vote)
The screen changes.
A large pot was bubbling in the kitchen.
"Brother Li!"
Sandan stuck his head out and walked to the pot. Looking at the rotten meat stewed in the pot, he couldn't help swallowing and spitting.
"Congratulations, I heard that the class leader has let you take the stage tonight."
Li Zheng, who was standing by the pot, picked up a spoon, took out a piece of meat from the pot and handed it to San Dan.
"Be careful, don't burn it."
"good!"
"Huhu...um...smells..."
Sandan pinched the piece of meat and blew it hard twice before eagerly stuffing it into his mouth.
"Brother Li, you have only been in our troupe for two years and you can play the leading role on stage. I have been here for eight years and you are not even qualified to join the troupe.
If you become a villain in the future, it will be difficult to eat the food you cook."
"Work hard, I promise you will have a chance in the future."
"Um!"
"Go ahead and tell everyone to get ready for dinner."
In front of the stove, his thin face flickered in and out of focus under the candlelight. He unhurriedly took out a packet of medicinal powder from his sleeve and sprinkled it into the soup pot.
Take a spoon and stir gently.
"Hey, Master, from now on, you won't be lonely down there..."
When memories recede like the tide.
Looking at this little bit of fluorescence on his hand, Zhang Yi roughly understood the truth of the whole story.
The person who killed Mrs. Qing was Lao Wang.
Lao Wang not only killed Qing's wife and occupied the theater property, but he was not satisfied with that alone. He changed his name to Li Zheng and joined another theater troupe.
In the name of Mrs. Qing's resurrection, she poisoned everyone in the troupe.
But this is only part of the truth.
The people who imprisoned Mrs. Qing and created this cage theater are no better than pigs or dogs.
Pick up the deed of sale in your hand.
Zhang Yi pulled hard and tore the deed of betrayal into pieces.
"You are free."
Raising his hand, countless fragments fell into the air, turning into figures standing behind Mrs. Qing.
The numb eyes gradually began to have their own emotions.
"Let's go, you are free."
Everyone said nothing, but looked at Mrs. Qing.
Mrs. Qing pointed to the fluorescent light on Zhang Yi's hand.
"You want to seek revenge from Lao Wang?"
Mrs. Qing nodded.
"Then how can I help you? I won't do anything illegal."
A black mist filled Qing's body and wrapped around the troupe members. Then her body gradually twisted and compressed, and finally turned into a black box, which fell into Zhang Yi's hand.
The box was cold, as if it had just been taken out of the refrigerator.
The moment Zhang Yi's hand touched the box, the world in front of him began to collapse.
There was a strong pulling sensation.
His mind was also in a trance.
"Dong...dah-dah-dah...dong-dong-dong..."
"The Han soldiers have plundered the land, they are besieged on all sides, and the overlord is exhausted. How can Yu Ji live..."
Zhang Yi opened his eyes and saw that the theater was still the same theater.
on stage,
The Overlord has been defeated and Yu Ji has died.
The screen went down and the audience had dispersed.
Zhang Yi raised his hand, holding a black box in his hand, as if to remind himself that what he had just experienced was not an illusion.
"What a good show."
"The show was very good, I won't come next time."
Dai Moli's complaints came from the thermos cup.
Zhang Yi picked up the thermos cup and prepared to leave.
He was very tired and wanted to go home and have a good rest.
After leaving the theater, it was already very late outside.
As soon as he walked out of the gate, Zhang Yi was stunned for a moment.
"What's wrong?"
"My eyes..."
"Eyes! What's wrong with your eyes?"
Zhang Yi rubbed his eyelids and opened his eyes again.
"I seem to be able to see...
ghost!"
The world in front of me at this moment has been turned upside down.
Next to the man on the left is a girl about ten years old. The girl is so skinny that she even walks with a limp.
There is a faint black energy on the girl's body.
When pedestrians on the roadside touched her, they passed directly through her body.
The girl just followed the man quietly and tried to hold his hand, but in the end she only failed.
And girls are not an exception.
On the bench on the right, a middle-aged man is smoking a cigarette with a can of beer in his hand.
Behind the man lies an old lady.
The old lady couldn't tell how old she was, her hair was disheveled, and her bloody mouth kept spitting black gas on the man's face.
In the corner by the wall, some figures appeared and disappeared, seeming to be talking together.
Yes, you can see ghosts.
The sighting of ghosts referred to here is completely different from Dai Moli and the customers in the massage parlor.
Massage parlors are currently their own industry, and the place itself is very unique.
And Dai Moli is an employee of a massage parlor.
As a store owner, it is normal for me to see her.
But now, walking on the street, I can see those lonely ghosts wandering in reality.
This nature is different. Is this my own ability?
But when did I have such ability?
Zhang Yi suddenly thought of something. He opened his collar and took out the ghost face pendant inside.
Could it be this thing?
I was attacked by the photo in the shrine before, and it was the pendant that swallowed up all the black blood that poured out of the photo.
What happened later was too complicated, and he didn't bother to check it out for the moment.
The ghost face on the pendant seemed to be much more alive than before, and its eyes would flash red from time to time.
Open it and take a look at the back.
Zhang Yi found the clue.
Behind the pendant, there was originally a dead tree without leaves.
But now there is not only an extra young leaf on it, but also an extra fruit on the withered branch.
There are rough textures on the fruit, and these textures are tangled together, resembling human eyes.
It seems that because the pendant swallowed up the power in Zhang Shulai's shrine, he also possesses some kind of supernatural ability.
This can be considered a good harvest.
From now on, when walking on the street, I will at least be able to tell clearly whether the person in front of me is a human or a ghost.
"This is not a good thing. Be careful and don't look at those lonely ghosts.
If they find out you can see them,
Unless you help them fulfill a wish, they may keep pestering you."
Dai Moli learned that he could see lonely ghosts on the road, and immediately warned him in a low voice.
Zhang Yi doesn't really care about this.
"Well...I don't mind taking them on as employees."
Of course, behind this sentence, there is another standard, which is to be beautiful, have good craftsmanship, and the most important thing is to be able to earn business for yourself.
After this adventure, Zhang Yi has a new understanding of the importance of turnover.
The greater the turnover, the more props you can redeem, and you will be able to deal with dangers.
If Zhuang Ning hadn't brought his friends to spend money before coming to the theater, which allowed him to accumulate 600 sales and successfully redeemed five life-saving talismans, he might have died here the night before.
"Moli, tell me, who is my father?"
"Bad guy!"
"I'm talking about his abilities."
He can detain Mrs. Qing, open a ghost theater, and detain the ghosts of a theater troupe to work for him.
These abilities are too incredible.
After taking over the massage parlor, what he encountered was weird enough.
But compared to Zhang Shu, it is really not worth mentioning.
Zhang Yi even suspected that there should be more than one such place.
"I don't know either, but..."
Dai Moli said halfway, paused for a while, and then continued: "I think he may not be dead."
"In other words, even if he dies, it might not be a good thing."
"Yes, ordinary people can become ghosts, let alone him!"
Zhang Yi nodded.
The two of them talked about Uncle Zeng again.
Is this old employee in the massage parlor a human or a ghost?
Is he really just an ordinary employee?
"Uncle Zeng, he strikes me as a very conservative person. I don't know if he is an ordinary person, but he must be alive."
Dai Moli said with certainty.
"Ignore him. When I figure out the whole reason, we will leave there. At worst, we can go out alone."
Zhang Yi is still very repelled by massage parlors.
Especially after what happened at the theater, he had a deeper understanding of Zhang Shulai, a scumbag.
I used to think he was just a scumbag, but now I realize that this guy is not only a scumbag, but also a bad guy.
"Crack!"
Zhang Yi took out the key and unlocked the door.
"Ding bell, jingle bell."
After closing the door, Zhang Yi did not turn on the light.
Now in the darkness, his vision was not affected at all.
Dark vision.
This can be regarded as a kind of ability of his eyes. Zhang Yi noticed it on the way home.
The reason why he didn't turn on the light was not to test his ability, but because he was really tired and was afraid that turning on the light would attract customers.
After all, he and Dai Moli were really tired after spending the whole night.
"Go to rest early. You have worked hard today."
"Yeah, but I'm a little hungry."
"I'll give you some incense."
Zhang Yi was about to go to the shrine to get some incense when he was suddenly startled. He reached out and patted Dai Moli on the shoulder, motioning her to look in the mirror.
The angle through the mirror.
Behind the partition curtain, there was a man standing with a kitchen knife in his hand.
If it were before, with such a dark sight and hiding behind the curtain, Zhang Yi would definitely not be able to find the other party.
However, at this moment, he could see clearly, even the contours of the other person's face.
It's Lao Wang.
Of course not Lao Wang next door.
He is Mrs. Qing’s good apprentice, Wang Jie.
Zhang Yi turned around and locked the door first.
He still didn't turn on the light and took out the black box from his arms.
"Old Wang?"
The figure behind the curtain trembled.
Zhang Yi could clearly see the shock on his face.
"No, maybe I should call you Mr. Wang Jie or Mr. Li Zheng, right."
The curtain was opened.
Lao Wang came out with a knife.
"As expected, you still know that you, like your former boss, have the ability to communicate with ghosts."
After speaking, Lao Wang shook his head again: "No, it's different. If it were him, you would have been able to directly control me on the first day we met."
He was obviously thinking of some bad memories, and the knife in his hand couldn't stop shaking.
"Oh, so you have suspected me from the beginning, so you were deliberately following me in the supermarket yesterday?
Including coming to the store and telling me the story of Mrs. Qing.
On the one hand, it’s a temptation, and on the other hand, it doesn’t want me to continue looking.”
Zhang Yi sat on the massage chair, lying flat. Although the chair was a bit broken, it felt good to sit on it.
"Yes, no one in this street still remembers Mrs. Qing. I don't know what the relationship is between you and the former boss, but I think this store can use another owner."
Lao Wang raised the kitchen knife in his hand, and his eyes gradually became fierce. According to his past style, he should have rushed forward and killed this kid long ago.
But the room was too dark, so he didn't dare to rush forward rashly.
"Save your life. After all, this is my store. If someone loses his life, it will be very troublesome."
Lao Wang shook the knife in his hand: "Do you think it's possible?"
Zhang Yi didn't say anything. He took out his mobile phone, turned on the player, clicked a piece of music, and turned the volume to the maximum.
"Click!"
The black box was opened, and a stream of black liquid flowed out of the box.
In an instant, the temperature in the room began to drop rapidly. Zhang Yi looked sideways at the mirror and saw that the figures in the mirror gradually became clearer one after another. He simply closed his eyes.
Seeing that the light in the room was getting darker and darker, and even the light from the street lamp outside the door disappeared, Wang Jie began to panic.
"What are you doing!!"
He waved the kitchen knife in his hand and rushed forward in the direction of Zhang Yi in his memory.
One step, two steps, ten steps...
Wang Jie found that he seemed to have entered another space, with darkness ahead that would never end.
"Turn on the lights, turn on the lights quickly..."
"Where are you! Get out!!"
At this moment, a strange cold feeling hit his shoulder. Wang Jie looked back and found a hand on his shoulder.
"Fuck you!"
Wang Jie raised his knife, turned around, and struck with the knife.
As a result, it was like air behind him, and he was blown away.
"Brother Li, are you horny?"
The familiar voice of inquiry made Wang Jie suddenly break into a cold sweat on his forehead.
Lowering his head, he saw the familiar figure, but did not remember his name.
At this moment, a pair of hands suddenly hugged him from behind, and a gust of cool wind blew by his ears, a sound that woke him up from nightmares several times.
"Wang Jie, didn't you say that where I go, you go?"
His body suddenly froze, and his soul screamed in terror.
He wanted to break away from Mrs. Qing's hand, but found that not only could he not speak, but he could not even move his body at all.
He stared straight ahead, when he saw those familiar figures gradually becoming clear from the darkness, and began to reveal their ferocious faces.
At this moment, an unprecedented fear came over me, and the muscles on my face were twisted, as if there were two words written on them...
