The flower gun in the opera ghost's hand gradually dissipated, and the arrogant arrogance just now turned into nothingness in this moment.
I looked down at the opera ghost, and his entire body had become almost translucent.
"stop fighting!"
My voice brought a moment of silence to the noisy scene.
I jumped up on the stage in a few steps and shouted: "If you continue to fight, you will all be wiped out!"
Turning around, I looked at Song San, gritted my teeth and shouted.
"Do you still want to resist?"
Song Sanban was lying on the ground, with a smile on his lips, stroking his legs and tapping the beat.
"The head is open to the drum, and the war fan is made. The second part is open to the buttocks, and the battle robe is tight."
"Three tongs and drums, the sword is unsheathed."
…
Song San I lay on my side on the ground, singing babblingly.
In this section, he is singing about Dingjun Mountain.
The singer is Huang Zhong, a veteran who is unwilling to give up.
"You and I both know that it won't be long before you are completely gone."
I took a long breath: "Stop resisting, I'll send you on your way."
Song San suddenly burst out laughing: "What's your point?"
"We are gathered here. We are just singing operas and never harming anyone. Why are you so hard on each other?"
As the old saying goes, when a person is about to die, his words are also good.
Although Song San is a ghost, when he is about to disappear, I can't help but feel unbearable.
After a little hesitation, I shook my head and sighed.
"Humans and ghosts have different paths. The human world is no longer your place."
"If you say that, I will ask you carefully!"
Song San stood up awkwardly with his hands on the ground.
"We died, and you said the world is not our place."
"Let me ask you!"
Song San's anger suddenly surged, and he shouted with a high-pitched voice.
"Then when I was alive, why was there no place for us and others in the world?"
"I!"
Song San pointed at himself, his face full of grief and anger: "I was sold three times, first as a slave, and then as a show!"
"In the end, I fell into prostitution! In order to survive, I have to cater to Long Yang's favor!"
"Look behind you, who is not a miserable person?"
His series of questions were like thunder, which made me afraid to say anything.
As both men, when I heard about Long Yang's kindness, I immediately felt sick all over.
To be honest, at this moment, I can relate to it.
"Why have you forced me again and again for hundreds of years!"
By the end, Song San's voice almost turned into a whistle, which sounded extremely harsh.
"Why don't you reincarnate?"
After a moment of silence, I squeezed out a sentence, but it seemed that I had exhausted all my strength.
"Hahahahahaha."
Song San's sneer turned into an almost arrogant laugh.
"My body was divided into five pieces, and now four pieces have been put together. Tell me, how can I leave?"
"When I get to the underworld, the Lord of Hell doesn't even know who I am!"
Looking at his face twisted with anger, I asked in a low voice.
"Where is the last piece? I'll find it for you."
With a smile on his face, Song San slowly untied his opera robe.
"sieve!"
The opera robe fell to the ground, and he stood naked in front of me.
I took a closer look and saw that there was nothing between his legs.
It was replaced by a scar covered with spider webs.
"Are you curious?"
"The fifth piece is the toy in the crotch. It has been stewed for a long time. Where can you find it for me?"
In an instant, all the persistence in my heart was shattered.
The Song San in front of me was once a person.
A living man.
I really can't think of it.
What kind of inhuman treatment he went through.
Seeing that I was still silent, Song San suddenly raised his voice.
"I only have this mutilated skin left. I have never harmed anyone. I just want to sing here. Why not!"
In just a few minutes of conversation, this was his third question.
And I have reached the point of being speechless.
Suddenly, I pointed my finger at a few Taoist priest-looking souls behind me.
"You said you haven't harmed anyone, so what happened to them?"
Song San smiled and shook his head: "I thought Mr. Li was a sensible person."
"This is my territory. They splashed us with filth from the toilets, and we were so scared that we ran away!"
"Is it possible that it was wrong for me to fight back when I was beaten?"
I was shocked and asked, "Are those Taoist priests you're talking about?"
"yes!"
If this is the case, these Taoist priests are really pitiful.
The filth is poured on the ghosts, and not even the evil spirits can find them.
It's equivalent to cutting off their path to reincarnation.
From a certain point of view, this is just suffering, and it would be better to have your soul completely scattered!
I took out half a box of wrinkled cigarettes from my pocket, lit them and placed them in front of Song San.
"You don't have much time, try it."
I took a long puff of cigarette and cut off half of the cigarette.
"Is everything you just said true?"
Song San looked down at himself and smiled bitterly: "I have less than a quarter of an hour left, why should I use this time to lie?"
"OK."
I stamped out the cigarette butt and said, "I believe you, let's go."
