The sun sets its last rays of light, and it’s time for the circus’ banter to sound. Colorful lights lit up the hillside, but this time there was no audience at the start of the show.
"Dear leader, I can smell the stench of blood and ghosts in the air! Oh my God! How pitiful these people and ghosts are who have lost themselves in the fight. We should really bring our laughter to them. And dance!" the clown screamed, "Friends! My dear old guys! Our wise leader has brought us to the right place! Look at the anger, hatred and jealousy filled here! We must To save them and bring happiness to them.”
"That's right!" Mr. Top Hat said loudly, patting his belly, "A place like this deserves a special performance! A wonderful performance that can be paired with the taste of the highest-grade red wine! Praise to the leader! We It’s my first tour and I can have so much fun!”
"Oh~~The performance has begun~~~" Miss Toss echoed the two's encouragement with a voice that sounded like singing an opera. At this moment, a figure in a red suit walked out from behind the gorgeous curtain. ——Zhang Xinqing put her hands in her pockets and looked at the ghosts who had walked out of the tent with a cold face.
"What are you still doing here?"
"Captain! Are you saying that we can move freely?" the clown asked with his face in his hands.
"I won't restrict any of your 'performances' in that gloomy area." Zhang Xinqing lowered her face, "Rather, you'd better give me enough 'laughter' in this performance. Otherwise I'd be angry. The Poker Circus doesn't want trash that can't bring laughter, you know? We can recruit new people, and I happen to know some guys who have great potential."
"No, no, no! We are the best, we must be the best! Leader! Guys, don't be stunned, the leader is about to get angry! The speed at which we bring smiles to everyone can't keep up with the greatness. The sincere mood of the leader!"
Amidst the clown's screams, the silent ghosts such as the barrel dwarf, the rust knight, and the handsome cowboy obviously became nervous. This group of ghosts, together with the ghosts in animal form, turned into yin energy, and each used their skills to attack The gloomy air like a dark cloud covering the Dadong Road area at the foot of the mountain rushed over.
"With the pace of these ghosts, they should be able to enter the war zone within five minutes." Zhang Xinqing walked out of the tent, closed the curtain with a wave of her hand, and the huge circus tent behind her disappeared.
As long as she lives, these ghosts can be resurrected in the circus, so as the leader, she doesn't have to go into dangerous places. Of course she is not worried about these ghosts. What worries her is how to control this circus.
Even though the clown could praise her so shamelessly, as long as she couldn't use her "performance" to bring "laughter" in time, these ghosts could eat her directly. In the leader's room in the tent, she found several notebooks left by the previous leader. Her conscience was that she was eaten in the end because she didn't perform enough, and the end of being crazy was not good either. She was infected by the madness of the circus. Being on stage becomes part of the big show.
Previous experiences were all failures, and the only gain was a captain's cane, a weapon that was as black and as hard as steel but could barely feel its weight. However, the cane has no other effect, and it cannot be expected to deal with ghosts.
Finally, what made her most anxious was the letter sent by the clown. It is reasonable for clowns to be controlled by others. The strength of these ghosts themselves is not particularly outstanding. What is outrageous is the "Poker Circus" as a whole. But Ye Qin, who was able to seize this point and let the clown deliver a message, was obviously not an easy person to deal with. Although the letter expressed a certain degree of friendliness, it was limited in Zhang Xinqing's opinion. This classmate was a calm and capable person when she was in school. If she were a "detective" in reality, it would be really difficult to deal with it.
She doesn't take any chances. Taoist priests and evil ghosts are incompatible with each other. With so many lives at the hands of the poker circus, there is no possibility of reconciliation.
At this moment, she saw the bloody light in the cloud of Yin Qi in the distance, and the murderous Qi almost broke through the clouds. This scene is naturally invisible to ordinary people, unless you have Taoist clairvoyance or the ability to see Qi, or Zhang Xinqing can see it with the help of ghosts.
"What kind of scale of battle is this?" She was also a little shocked. This couldn't be caused by just one or two ghosts. Even a circus performance wouldn't have such a heavy Yin energy, and the murderous aura mixed with it would be even worse. Just looking at it makes my eyes sting. Zhang Xinqing didn't ask Lu Ning how much trouble she planned to provoke. When she wanted to dig out a hidden person, she just quietly investigated and then defeated the enemy by surprise. How could she still create such a momentum? It's almost like war!
Zhang Xinqing frowned and walked casually on the mountain. The people in the old garden who maintained their old living habits all went back to their houses after dark. Now the lights were on in every house, but there was no one outside.
Oh...there's a ghost.
Zhang Xinqing saw a ghost squatting in the grass with piercing eyes. This was much more convenient for her than the Taoist magic that consumed mana, and she could see things at night as if they were in daylight.
The ghost shivered when it saw Zhang Xinqing coming over. As the leader of the poker circus, Zhang Xinqing's ghostly aura was not inferior to that of top ghosts such as Bai Shen. An earthbound spirit did not even have the strength to escape when it saw it. No.
"Come out." Zhang Xinqing was happy to use her power to bully the ghost.
The earth-bound spirit crawled out of the grass and kept repeating something in a low voice. Zhang Xinqing frowned and shouted: "Speak louder! What are you doing!"
"The little one, the little one is the earth-bound spirit that the master made by kneading the soul fragments of the servants. It is used to guard the house. Please... please don't eat the little one!"
"Earthbound spirit...soul fragment? Who is your master?"
"My master's family, my master's Taoist name is Li Ce, and he has been cultivating Taoism for generations. The younger one is not really born because of that person's murder. With that bit of soul, death...can't kill anyone..." the earth-bound spirit said. It’s no longer easy to ask for help.
"So you are the master's servant? How many pinches did it take to get you out?"
"Not much! Not much, just eight families of servants, and the heads of the eight families took some souls out of each. The master gave them wealth and glory, so they should pay a price."
"You are quite loyal." Zhang Xinqing slammed her stick on the ground, "Eight servants? Doesn't it matter if you take some souls? You can really say it..."
Speaking of this, she suddenly remembered that when she had a few words with Zhou Shilan before, she mentioned that she wanted to know about the situation of the old rich man's family here.
"Who are the eight families of your servants? What are their names?"
"We...we were all renamed by the master, Zhao Qian, Sun Li, Zhou Wu and King Zheng. Everyone knows this, and the master said it will be beneficial to my practice."
Zhang Xinqing sneered: "Your practice? Your strength is not that strong... huh?"
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For Zhang Xinqing, after she witnessed the fragile goodness being easily torn apart by the accumulated evil, the other side of the world opened its arms to her.
Only she could see the pair of gray and red wings on her back. Just like the colors of this world in her eyes, one side has bright and dazzling colors, and the other side is a deep and quiet place of death without anything.
Wings of the soul are found in everyone. Because only she can see it, Zhang Xinqing thinks that she is different. And if someone's death has any connection with her, then her wings will thrive. Death by accident or homicide will encourage the Red Wing, while death by suicide will encourage the Gray Wing.
Ghosts also have soul wings on their bodies. Although they are not as plump and full of feathers as humans, those wings with only nerves and skeletons still have a different kind of beauty in Zhang Xinqing's eyes, especially when these wings are shattered. under his own wings.
Her heart is full, and the shattered wings are absorbed by herself, and the satisfaction brought can fill the hole in her heart. This may be some kind of mental addiction, but she has difficulty giving up.
After getting a little older, she began to deliberately design some exquisite "prey" for herself.
Even Zhang Xinqing herself didn't realize that the dead people and disappeared ghosts contained knowledge that she had never mastered originally, and contained the power that the ghosts that had turned into pieces should have. She was getting stronger, but she didn't even realize it.
Unexpectedly, with such ability, she was not greedy. She just carefully selected twenty-four "prey" in and around this city, and then spent about five to six years carefully carving them into wings. Become the most perfect posture.
This process is very enjoyable, and gourmets should learn to cook their own dishes, especially when Zhang Xinqing cannot find another one of the same kind. She is experimenting. If this experiment succeeds, she can move to the next place and select a new batch of raw materials... There will always be no shortage of people in this world.
In the cold wind of winter, Zhang Xinqing walked down the cracked road, slid down the slope, and walked about two hundred meters along the deserted field ridge, stopping in front of a pile of weeds.
"When people leave, the emotions in the world cannot withstand the passing of such a long time."
She leaned down, took out a knife, walked into the grass and cut off some dead grass. There is a low branch under the withered grass, and a crude stone is buried in it. On it is carved "Tomb of Zhang..." with shallow and crooked marks. The middle part of the name can no longer be seen clearly. The tombstone under the second bush of weeds she cut was similar, [Tomb of Willow...].
"The carving was too shallow back then... Dad, Mom. Your names... I have no memory of them." Zhang Xinqing smiled bitterly and lowered her head. After a moment, as if to vent her anger, she tore off the large clump of grass with force and turned around to leave.
The cold wind swayed the withered grass, sending Zhang Xinqing's retreating figure away. The torn grass slowly slid away, revealing a lower place with a small tombstone engraved with "Zhang Xinqing's Tomb".
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"Wang Zhongnan has chosen an opponent for himself."
"It's not exact. It should be said that he set the exact ability of an opponent for himself in the story."
Lu Ning asked the time precisely because the next section of Solitaire was supposed to be updated. By now, there are probably very few people who have not discovered the problem with Solitaire. There have been such strange long novels before, but this time it is the turn of Wang Zhongnan, the "detective" in the story, to write.
Yan Zidan and Tang Haiyao began to discuss it. Wang Zhongnan's story was obviously a plan for himself in the story, but it was a pity that he, as a detective in the story, did not understand the truth.
"If the murderer in the story is Zhang Xinqing's ghost, will our actual situation be the same?" Tang Haiyao asked.
"The story will not be reflected in reality, but I don't know if it is a coincidence or something. Zhang Xinqing is really the leader of a group of ghosts now, and she can be regarded as half a ghost." Lu Ning said, "But to be on the safe side, we You can also ask Wang Zhongnan about how this Soul Wing is set up. After all, according to the setting parts that I didn’t write out, Zhang Xinqing did gain control of the Poker Circus, so the setting we considered in our hearts should also be true. of."
"Just ask." Yan Zidan immediately found Wang Zhongnan in the address book and called him.
After waiting for more than ten seconds, the call was connected.
"Hello."
Wang Zhongnan's voice was breathy and trembling, which gave people an unpleasant feeling.
"Wang Zhongnan, I am Yan Zidan."
"Haha, Yan Zidan, it's you...you want to harm me too?"
"What?" Yan Zidan reacted quickly, "Did something happen to you?"
"Yan Meng, she came to me for help and cried so hard that I really thought she was scared." There was a cheerful sound in Wang Zhongnan's voice. Lu Ning turned around and looked at Tang Haiyao. Yan Meng was the "Hui Cong Jue" who wrote a very long hospital story before. In other words, yesterday?
"She said that her parents went out to work and came back a year ago. She was scared at home and wanted to have a classmate to talk to. I also wanted to avoid suspicion, but in the end I couldn't resist her begging." Wang Zhongnan sneered, "It turned out The building she lives in has turned into a ghost building. The elevator leading to hell, the thirteenth floor that doesn’t exist, the monster that changes the direction of gravity, the ghost that slaps bloody fingerprints on your door at night... It really gave me a lot of experience ”
"Have you encountered so many strange things? We just saw you updated Solitaire!" Yan Zidan's voice became louder.
"Yes, Yan Meng used the monsters she encountered as material. She only found me so that someone could come in and find a way out, but in the end, I was trapped here... Haha. I really want to scold her. , but the dead are the most important, even if I am going to die, I will not lose this bit of grace."
"What did you say? Are you going to die? What's going on around you now?"
"I'm at Yan Meng's house. Just an hour ago, she was minced into pieces in her bathtub and washed down the water outlet."
