The door was pushed open with a "bang", and it was not polite at all.
The conversation in the room was interrupted by the sound of the door being pushed. Except for Xue Xian, who was facing the wall, everyone raised their heads and stared blankly at a large number of people pouring in from the door. The one in the lead had three long scars on his face. He was tall and strong, and looked more like bandits than the beggars in the circle on the ground.
They are none other than the troupe.
The last person to enter the door was Xuan Min, who had gone out earlier. After he entered the room, he closed the door behind his back and blocked Xu Dashan and the guests from the room.
The chats and laughter in the hall were vaguely spread into the room, inexplicably seeming a little distant, as if covered in many layers of fog, and separated by several streets, which is extraordinarily unreal, and inexplicably makes people feel chilled on their necks.
Obviously, Xuan Min led their group into this room because he had something to ask. However, before Xuan Min spoke, the scarred-faced man opened his mouth like a pào: "Do you know what this place is? How can you stay here without knowing what to do?"
His eyes fell on the casserole surrounded by beggars, and he frowned: "There are so many places to keep out the wind and rain, there are so many abandoned temples these days, just find one, you have to choose this place, act recklessly!"
"Hey... There are old and young, and they are all seriously ill. They really can't walk, let alone go up the mountain." One of the beggars said helplessly.
"Aren't you from the locals? Haven't heard of Wen Village?" Scar-faced masculine, but knew to keep his voice low when he spoke, "I don't know that this place has been deserted for many years? There are no living people, where are you from? How dare you rest here? Besides, it doesn’t come early or late, but it happens at such a time! Do you know? There’s no one in the room outside!”
The expressions of Jiang Shining and Lu Tianqi instantly became a little complicated. After all, this scene is like a ghost telling you to be careful about another ghost, which is really strange.
However, only a few of them knew about it in this room, and the others didn't understand it at all, and they were very fond of this scar-faced man.
"I know, not only do I know, but I've also heard a lot of rumors. Every year at the end of the winter months, there will be voices here, talking, coughing, and singing—" The beggar said halfway through, and suddenly saw the man behind the scarred face. A man was holding a few costumes in his hands and carrying a long beard.
"What about the play..." The beggar said the second half of the sentence without hesitation, his face turning green.
Seeing everyone's faces, the scarred-faced man shook his head helplessly and said, "We did sing the play, but it's different..."
He glanced at the wooden door, as if looking at the people outside through the wooden door, sighed, and said, "We are people in this village, we grew up eating the rice here and drinking the water here, Xu Dashan people. It's good for us, if it wasn't for him, all the young and old in our troupe would have had a round."
"We always want to repay something every day, but he doesn't lack anything. He likes to listen to operas. Our opera troupe usually travels all over the world and makes home in the world, but every winter moon, we will rush here, rush in Xu Dashan sang a song for him on his birthday today and made him smile, which is considered a trivial thought, and it has been ten years since he sang this way..."
"Ten years?" an elderly beggar said, "You can sing while this great man is alive, why are you still singing when everyone is dead?"
"I did." An old lady in the troupe smiled gently, "I agreed back then. As long as he came to listen, we would sing. He is here every year, why can't we come?"
"We are used to it, and we are all willing. But you are different. People here don't recognize you, and they don't know if they will collide. No matter what, there is a difference between Yin and Yang. If there is a collision, there may be trouble. It's not guaranteed that you will die." The scarred-faced man frowned and looked at the crowd, saying, "I will try to talk to Xu Dashan later, so that they will believe that you have entered by mistake, and there are other things at hand. , it's not easy to stay, let them be willing to let you go."
When he said this, Xuan Min was always by the window, looking out through the broken window paper, and when the scar-faced man's voice fell behind, he frowned and said, "This Wen village is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and the wind gathers on one side. Yingyang, it's a qi bureau, how can there be an earthbound spirit..."
Still a village earthbound spirit. Even if the people in this village have become earthbound spirits, with the conditions of this village, they can support them for three or two years at most. But right now, neither Xu Dashan nor his neighbors seem to be about to dissipate. Instead, they are alive as if they have just been "extended". There is only one possibility... What is hidden in the dark? Things have changed.
Xuan Min glanced at the back of Xue Xian's head, and turned to face the scar.