The faint singing came again.
"The mother-in-law who took over the yin died young. The husband took pity on her and taught her the art of taking over the yin."
The voice was too shrill, and I couldn't understand the scene.
I can understand it, sir, because he is compassionate and imparts yin skills to connect yin students.
But what does it mean to die young? Listening to the meaning of this opera, it is like receiving the Yinpo's early death. Is this Yin technique passed down because of Li Yinyang?
I frowned and my attention was completely focused on the opera.
The pregnant women knelt down towards the one in the middle who was carrying a wooden box, and then they were put away again.
Then the paper-tied man appeared again, his appearance changed.
He is no longer wearing the clothes of a corpse hunter! But wearing a Tang suit! The wooden box was carried behind him, and next to him, there was a female paper stick that was only as high as his armpit.
What is the "woman"?
It's just that He Fei is so tall...
Just when I thought of this, my singing suddenly became a lot sadder.
"The hag He has a daughter, but she left home with her husband. The bright moon can tell her heart." In the next moment, the short paper-tied woman suddenly grew much taller, almost reaching the height of Li Yinyang's ears...
I suddenly realized that the reason why Zhizha was so short just now was that He Pheasant was not very old when he followed Li Yinyang, and he only grew to be as tall as he did later.
However, Zhi Zha suddenly stopped moving, and the singing stopped abruptly.
The courtyard suddenly became extremely quiet. The silence lasted for a long time, and the hand that was holding me down suddenly let go.
The old people kept their heads lowered. They stood up stiffly and walked mechanically towards the houses they came from just now.
There is another Zhizha on the stage. The Zhizha is much smaller and falls just in front of the Zhizha in Tang suit representing Li Yinyang.
This Zhizharen knelt directly in front of the Tangzhuang Zhizharen, looking extremely pious.
At this moment, one of the old people who had wandered to the edge suddenly stopped.
He suddenly turned around and shouted cold words.
"Get out!" The voice was sharp and filled with strong murderous intent!
The moon in the sky seemed to be stained with blood.
I also understand clearly. Isn't this the same voice that made me listen to the play before? !
Immediately I realized that Zhang Er’s purpose was still to become a disciple!
He used paper to interpret a fragment of Li Yinyang's life, and captured a key point, that is, when He Fei and Li Yinyang were together. Then he interrupted the opera and wanted to become a disciple.
He also used paper to complete it, but he obviously failed to achieve his goal.
I suppressed my heartbeat, squinted my eyes slightly, and without paying much attention to anything else, I took out the Guillotine Sword!
I walked quickly towards the stage!
It was He Zhi who refused to let me interrupt just now, because she wanted to continue reading.
I even think that this scene must have been sung more than once. Zhang Er probably wanted to get through it gradually, slowly, and then achieve his goal.
He Zhi obviously let the other old people go, and intuitively expressed his intention not to get involved. How could I give him this chance again?
Soon, I came under the stage! There was a step on the side, and I walked up quickly from there.
When I first stepped onto the stage, there were two more rustling sounds, and the paper bundles representing Li Yinyang, Zhang Er, and He Fei were all pulled back to the beams.
I was wary of the appearance of other paper towels. I squinted my eyes slightly, glanced around the stage, and shouted in a deep voice: "The play is over, Uncle Zhang, you failed to become a disciple again, why do you need to hide your head and show your tail?!"
"Aren't you happy that I'm here?!"
What I'm thinking about right now is to have a head-on fight with Zhang Er!
Since I came today and coincidentally saw him singing opera with paper sticks, this is also an opportunity!
However, all I received in response was silence.
Not to mention Zhang Er's appearance, not even a single piece of paper was dropped...
But I didn't dare to let down my guard at all.
"Uncle Zhang, don't you want the Dizhi Pen? You don't want the Golden Abacus either? I can tell you that I not only have what you want, but I also have more things you want! This may be your The only chance, now I come alone, next time, I won't be alone!" The voice was passed from the stage, forming a continuous echo in the courtyard.
But Zhang Er still didn’t show up...
Suddenly, in the hole in the wooden wall behind the clock, there was a rustling sound, like the sound of human footsteps.
My mind was shaken, and my eyes were fixed there.
But no one came out, and the sound gradually disappeared...
Ran?
When I thought of this, I walked forward quickly.
Just at this moment, a shadow suddenly jumped out of the hole in the wooden wall.
This is a strange person I have never seen before.
However, he was wearing a yellowish white coat covered with bloody palm prints! It was obvious that there were many signs of damage on the bloody clothes, and they were also patched.
His empty eyes stared straight at me, with a strong hatred in them, and a feeling...
Why does this feeling seem so familiar?
I know him!
