Yang's face was ashen and his lips were trembling.

Yan Xiao kept shaking his head and saying no.

Shen Su's entire face was completely hideous, with tears streaming down his face.

Chen Zhiyuan's eyes were red and he was gritting his teeth.

Xinxin was the craziest. She kept scratching her face, leaving streaks of blood, even leaving flesh and blood between her fingernails.

Yu Chenglin's face was full of fear, and his pupils were dilated to the extreme.

Xu Yi's face was smiling, but his eyes were full of tears.

Zhong Xueran looked lost, regretful, and collapsed, and her emotions were clearly displayed on her body.

Nie Yunzhen shrank into a ball, hugging his shoulders tightly, trembling all over.

Everyone present was reminded of unbearable memories by the strange singing.

Only two people remained indifferent.

One... is Mei Sijun, who is currently being shared by the "ghost in the play".

The other one is Qin Manjiang.

Qin Manjiang fell into confusion.

He saw a void, nothing and nothing left.

He didn't know who he was or what he was going to do. He was at a loss, at a loss, and without any meaning.

During this period, the river had slowly risen and flooded the theater. Now it had covered the floor tiles and soaked the soles of their shoes.

Qin Manjiang lowered his head and glanced down. He was still singing on the stage. The paper figures around him made various cries and howls. A whimpering wind hung on the river, and the paper figures were wrapped in wails and cries. Hovering in the theater.

The river... is getting higher and higher.

Qin Manjiang's heart was gradually sinking.

He pushed Xu Yi beside him.

"Hey! Wake up!"

Xu Yi smiled with tears in his eyes, but still couldn't wake up.

Qin Manjiang reached out and pushed Xinxin on the other side again. This time he didn't care whether he would disturb the "ghost" who was singing on the stage, and shouted: "Wake up!"

However, as soon as he spoke, he realized that his voice was gravelly and thin, exactly the same as the voice that announced "The curtain has begun" just now.

The sound didn't sound like a human being, but more like the sound made by crumpling paper into a ball.

Qin Manjiang was startled. He reached out and touched his face. The feeling was...paper?!

Am I a paper person too?!

An incredible sense of absurdity filled my heart. At this moment, the river water had overflowed the floor tiles and submerged everyone's feet.

Qin Manjiang was shocked to find that everyone's soaked feet, including his own, had turned into wet paper!

Want to run?

It’s simply impossible. Not only can’t you leave the chair, but even if you leave, it’s impossible to walk on this already limp “paper foot”!

"Don't waste your efforts."

Mei Sijun stared blankly at the stage.

"This is the real Huangquan opera. It is an opera sung in the land of Huangquan for the people who go to Huangquan."

"Can a living person survive after listening to this?" He turned his head and glanced at Qin Manjiang.

Qin Manjiang reached over Xinxin and grabbed Mei Sijun's collar: "Who are you?"

"I am Mei Sijun, I am also Lin Yanqing, and more importantly... Li Yunxiu."

She turned her head, and three beautiful faces appeared at the same time, changing constantly!

"You!" Qin Manjiang slowly let go of his hand holding his collar, feeling inexplicably shocked in his heart. The vague feeling of weirdness that had always been there was finally confirmed.

That's right...why is it that only Mei Sijun has that dream?

Why does Mei Sijun share a body with Lin Yanqing?

Why does Lin Yanqing know everything about Li Yunxiu?

She knew it in detail, which exceeded the level of rumors.

"I just found out that I am Li Yunxiu." Mei Sijun murmured.

"Qin Manjiang," he looked at Qin Manjiang seriously, "you are actually very similar to me."

Qin Manjiang's heart skipped a beat: "What do you mean?"

Mei Sijun shook his head and asked: "If one day, another consciousness suddenly appears in your head, it tells you... you are actually another person, and then you find that your short memory of twenty years,

It's just a period of time in another person's long memory, what would you do?"

Qin Manjiang was stunned by his question.

Regarding his self-understanding, Qin Manjiang has become increasingly confused since entering the world of ghost stories.

After having Butterfly Island and this "soul" out-of-body experience, he was even more convinced that the body named "Qin Manjiang" was... more like a constraint to him.

It constantly regulates his words and deeds. In fact, just like the friends Qin Manjiang subconsciously chooses and the "harlequin" he chooses this time, he is a somewhat cynical person at heart.

But his body won't let him be that kind of person.

It seems that he should be gentle, he should be eloquent, and he should be knowledgeable and knowledgeable.

That kind of "Qin Manjiang" is very good.

But not him.

Qin Manjiang couldn't answer Mei Sijun's question. The river was still spreading upwards, and all the places wetted by the water turned back into paper.

Mei Sijun looked up at the moon hanging high behind the theater, took a deep breath, and said, "This is... a strange story that has appeared since Li Yunxiu's time."

Qin Manjiang looked at him blankly, and Mei Sijun said slowly: "Yes, you heard it right, this strange story has been going on for more than a hundred years, or even further away. Li Yunxiu, or... I used to be, was also

For the person selected in the strange story game, she has to crack the [Underworld Drama] within seven days, but how can she break the Underworld Drama? Li Yunxiu doesn’t know.”

"She discovered the tomb under the well, saw the legend of the Taoist and the five ghosts, and learned about the role of the jade cicada."

"But at this time...she also discovered something unusual about class leader Zhao Qigong."

"Zhao Qigong seemed to be a man who had lived for a long time. She saw him draining the flesh and blood of the troupe members and turning them into living dead like mummies."

"She found a jade cicada in his mouth, which is the soul-crushing object in the legend of Taoists and five-headed ghosts!"

"But at this time, the seven-day time limit is almost here."

"She didn't want to die... so she stole Zhao Qigong's jade cicada, jumped into the well with it in her mouth, and drowned herself."

"She is a born special person, hermaphrodite, with two souls. Yuchan kept her main soul, so that her thoughts are still there, becoming a ghost-like existence, but thinking like a human being."

"But the other half of her soul was scattered in the world, possessed by an unborn fetus, and became... Lin Yanqing."

Mei Sijun's story made Qin Manjiang unbelievable, and Mei Sijun himself was also in a trance: "Maybe it was fate. Lin Yanqing vaguely remembered that she had a sister who sang in [Nanzhifang] since she was a child, so she also came.

.”

Mei Sijun looked at Qin Manjiang and smiled: "Li Yunxiu is not dead, the ghost talk time limit has not ended, and her other half soul Lin Yanqing will continue to be reincarnated, being selected by the ghost talk game again and again, and going to [

Nazhifang], time and time again... I lost my life here and started the next reincarnation."

"This time...it's me."
Chapter completed!