That cry, that opera, lingered in my ears and in my consciousness.
I am becoming more and more skilled in the manipulation of paper.
The paper bundle shook, and the golden abacus hanging on the paper bundle also trembled and made a crackling sound.
It's like it's responding to He Pheasant's sadness!
For some reason, I felt a surge of energy in my heart, which seemed to make my mind clear for a while.
That clarity made an idea suddenly appear in my mind.
I took a deep breath and calmed down.
After a long time, I murmured in a low voice: "Sir, if you seek evil, you will never wake up. If you travel a long distance, you will definitely return with good intentions."
"The orphan girl in the empty house cries every night, and one day we will go to the next life together..."
My voice was low at first, but later on, my tone became sonorous and full of energy.
My voice was so loud that it echoed through the mist, completely suppressing the crying.
At the same time, my hands were trembling slightly, so much so that the piece of paper representing Li Yinyang was trembling, and the sound of the golden abacus was also loud.
When I finally calmed down and stopped, it seemed that the crying had also stopped...
The fog is still thick and the sadness has not dissipated.
But I know very well that my words gave He Fei hope.
She had no hope at all. At least, she now has a direction...
Amidst the snapping sound, all the steel wires suddenly broke in unison.
All the paper-tied people stood quietly where they were...
I took a long breath, prepared to rest for a while and leave the stage, and then left Yuan's Yin Yang House.
But just at this moment, a knock on the door suddenly came from the audience.
This made me feel a little shocked and confused.
Is there anyone else who can come to Yuan's Yin Yang House?
I calmed down, stepped down from the stage, walked to the door, and opened it vigilantly.
And outside the door, stood a woman.
From the appearance, this woman is about forty years old.
She was wearing a white gauze dress, a yellow satin cheongsam underneath, and a long white silk scarf around her neck.
This attire is noble and mysterious, and there are some small accessories hanging on her body that I can't name.
At first glance, this woman is definitely not an ordinary person.
Her facial features are very deep, with a smooth forehead, clear brow bones, a high bridge of nose, slightly sunken eye sockets, and a pair of brown eyes as bright and translucent as glass.
The facial features, the facial features, and the aura of the times on this woman all show that she is by no means as young as she appears.
Her appearance seemed somewhat familiar to me.
My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly stretched out my hand to fumble for something in my pocket.
The woman's eyes met mine, and she raised her right hand as if to touch me.
But I didn't touch it, it just stayed a few inches in front of me.
Her eyes became deeper, as if she was looking at something.
Then, her eyes moved to my side, as if she were looking into Yuan's Yin Yang House through the courtyard gate!
Moreover, her hand movements trembled slightly.
She seemed stunned for a moment and murmured: "She feels very uncomfortable, but it doesn't seem to be so uncomfortable anymore. Young man, what have you done?"
At this time, I had already taken out the photo, and my hands couldn't help shaking.
"Who are you?"
My brows furrowed into a "Sichuan" shape, completely depressed.
Her facial features and bones are very similar to Jin'er in Yang Qingshan's mouth in the photo.
But this is too much of a coincidence.
Yang Qingshan indeed didn't look for her, at least when I knew about it, he didn't look for her, he just kept following me.
But just such a coincidence?
Did she just appear at Yuan's Yin Yang House? !
The woman sighed softly and looked at the photo in my hand sadly.
She shook her head again and whispered: "You know who I am, he must have told you my name. You just doubted why you saw me."
"You are wearing Mr. Yin Yang's Tang suit, and you have the same aura as that person. You can tell whether I am lying."
"As for why I can find you."
"There is a kind of person called Mr. Yin and Yang. They walk in the world of Yin and Yang, bringing peace to the living and peace to the dead."
"There is another kind of person who communicates with the Yin and Yang worlds so that the living can hear the words of the deceased."
"Child, look into my eyes." Her voice was very convincing.
And her appearance made me less wary and suspicious.
Indeed, I saw no lies in her face.
Her deep eyes only make people feel close and trustful from the depths of their souls, and they even want to speak to her from the bottom of their hearts.
She looked up at me, and when her eyes met mine, my consciousness trembled.
It seems that I heard many people whispering in my ears...
Among the whispers, there were too many familiar voices...
"You have a lot of things you want to know, and maybe I can give you an answer."
"I want to see him, maybe you can help me too."
"Is it right?"
