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The four of them hurriedly fled to the heights of the river bank, but Mei Sijun, who had always been distant and elegant, was somewhat reluctant to leave. He stared blankly at the river and murmured:

"The stage for the living, the play for the dead... tying lanterns, tying paper figures, the sky is filled with white paper, falling into the water turns into money... those are the dark dramas of Nanzhifang, it's them... it's Nazhifang!"

As the sun pressed on him, the handsome young man from the Liyuan family seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit. Seeing the river surge and corpses landing on the shore, he wanted to rush to the river to see what was going on.

"Mei Sijun, you don't want to live anymore!"

Yang grabbed his hand tightly. Although his body didn't seem to have a lot of muscles, it was extremely well-trained, and his strength was not something that Mei Sijun could resist.

Mei Sijun was pushed on the high slope of the river bank. He was still struggling and kept talking: "The ancestors of the Mei family have taken the leaders of hundreds of families to form their own sect. They have learned all the tricks of the living, but only the dead." Play, the real death play...Only Nazhifang knows it, it doesn't teach it, and others can't understand it..."

"Now the big drama is unfolding in front of me. Such a good opportunity, so what if I lose my life? Don't stop me, I want to see it for real..."

"What would you do if you went over to see it clearly? If you lose your life, who will tell others how to sing the dead man's play?" Yang pressed him and refused to let go, "You must survive first before you can see more plays!"

Mei Sijun finally stopped moving, and Qin Manjiang and Nie Yunzhen stopped running.

Because they discovered that the densely packed corpses crawling out from the bottom of the river were not directed at them.

The white mist still shrouded the river. The paper figures on the boat were singing "Suolin Bag". The dead bodies crawling out of the river bottom were standing on the shore one by one. Suddenly...

"I'm afraid that the passing years will fade away, but my mood will be different in a different way."

"On auspicious days and good days, we should laugh. Why do shark beads turn into tears and are thrown away?"

"Seeing Po Hu is like hearing the sound of music on an empty mountain. Have you ever seen my husband and me, Xuan Tai?"

"She burst into tears, and her voice was intermittent, like a cuckoo, crying in another courtyard, like a mourning ape in the Baxia Valley, touching the heartstrings, so tragic."

"This is also a lesson from God. He taught me to accept the lingering hatred, avoid being spoiled and angry, to rehabilitate myself, to change my temperament, to stop loving the dead, to turn back from the sea of ​​suffering, and to realize Lan Yin early..."

"..."

The same lyrics sounded on the river bank, the same plaintiveness and euphemism, the same weirdness and indescribability.

Qin Manjiang and others looked at the scene in front of them and were really confused, but Mei Sijun saw the way.

"I originally thought that the paper man on the boat sang "Lin Suo" to wake up the dead bodies at the bottom of the river and come to surround us, but I never thought..."

Excitement and fear coexisted on his face: "The dead bodies at the bottom of the river were indeed awakened by it, but they were not with it..."

"One river and one bank, singing opposite each other, with the same excerpt and the same singing style... This is a rivalry..."

Mei Sijun looked at the dead bodies. Although the corpses that crawled out from the bottom of the river had long since rotted and the clothes they wore were in tatters, making it difficult to distinguish, they could still tell some of their age.

This is probably a person from a hundred years ago...

If the paper figure on the boat is from Nazhifang, which troupe is the dead body on the river bottom singing opposite to it?

The dead ghosts on both sides had sad and melodious voices, which were really weird. They sang so hard that it was hard to see the light of day in the early morning, and the surrounding area became darker and darker.

The fog on the river is also a bit thicker.

The two parties came and went, and the sky was dark and the earth was dark when they sang "Suo Lin Nang".

Suddenly——

The lyrics stopped abruptly, and a very thin female voice suddenly came out from a third party——

"The thief Li Bao is greedy for money and lustful,

Lure the slave to the Magpie Bridge.

Take away my beautiful silk,

The hairpin ring on the head,

Cause me to die..."

"What kind of drama is this..." Qin Manjiang was confused. He didn't understand opera at all, or in other words, people of this generation knew very little about drama.

Fortunately, there is Mr. Mei.

His expression changed slightly and he said: "Change it...this is "Exploring the Yin Mountain", the ghost who died in vain, the collusion of yin and yang...not good!"

This time, Mei Sijun said herself: "Let's go quickly! The new female ghost is going to take us all to the underworld!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of rushing water came from behind the four people.

Looking back, everyone was dumbfounded.

They were obviously hiding on the high slope of the river bank, and the confrontation between the two evil ghosts was in front of them. But at this moment, when they turned around and looked, there was actually a river behind them!

Covered by mist, paper figures stood on boats and corpses patrolled the banks. Two identical rivers actually sandwiched the four of them between the banks!

Seeing the river getting wider and wider, almost swallowing the river bank, the dead bodies were getting closer and closer.

At this time, Qin Manjiang's eyes were sharp and he saw several corpses floating in the water.

If you look closely, you will see that the clothes are completely different from other corpses. They are modern people!

But the body was so soaked in water that the skin and flesh had long been separated, exposing the white finger bones, which looked particularly horrifying.

But when the water surface surged and the corpses revealed their soaked faces, the four of them were all horrified.

The corpse in the river turned out to be doctor Yan Xiao, the player's corpse, Zhong Xueran, Jungle, let me out, Xinxin, Chen Zhiyuan...

It's several other people!

do you died?

Zhong Xueran held the Sanqing Bell in his hand, and Yan Xiao also had a scalpel. How could he die suddenly in such a place?

Are those corpses hallucinations?

While they were thinking about it, suddenly, the four of them suddenly fell into the river!

It turned out that at some point, two identical rivers that surrounded them had quietly closed together, completely engulfing the river banks, and immersing the four of them in the river water.

The cold and biting river water immediately shocked the four of them.

The black river water seemed to have some kind of suction, dragging them down.

Yang has the best physical strength, but even he can't break away from this terrifying suction force...

The four of them struggled desperately, but they couldn't make any progress. From the shore, the river was not wide, but once they fell into the water, the river seemed to become endless. Wooden boats with lanterns tied on them came one after another. Surrounding them, paper figures stood on the bow of the boat, quietly watching the four people floating in the water.

On each boat, the masked rowers stretched out their stiff hands to take off their masks.

But I heard Mei Sijun shouting while struggling in the water: "Don't look at their faces!"

Qin Manjiang and the other three immediately followed the instructions. Yang struggled to pull the others, and finally managed to pull Nie Yunzhen and Mei Sijun to his side, but they could not separate their hands to grab Qin Manjiang.

Qin Manjiang's physical strength was average, and it was really difficult for him to resist the suction of the majestic river water.

Between ups and downs, there is more time for sinking and less time for floating.

The biting cold river water entered the lungs from the nose and mouth, causing burning pain.

His consciousness also quickly dissipated as his physical strength and oxygen were exhausted.

The last glimpse was vaguely seen...Yang Zheng was swimming towards him with all his strength...

The next moment... Qin Manjiang completely submerged into the bottom of the river.

Mei Sijun, Yang, and Nie Yunzhen stared blankly at the calm river. After a while...

A familiar corpse floated up——

It was Qin Manjiang.

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