Modern, across the river.

The old house of the Mei family - Nanzhifang.

Seven people pushed open the door and entered the old house.

Chen Zhiyuan, Yan Xiao, Mi Lin, Let Me Out, Shen Kui, Zhong Xueran, Xinxin. The moment they stepped into [Nanzhi Fang], the door behind them closed with a "boom" sound.

"The big wooden door suddenly closed. I thought I was on the wrong set." He let me out with his eyelids drooping, looking around, as if he didn't care.

"who are you?"

Suddenly, an old woman's voice came from the old house, and everyone followed the sound and saw that it was an old woman wearing gray clothes.

Chen Zhiyuan explained: "We are friends of Mr. Mei Sijun, he should be here soon."

"I don't think I can get there..." He let me out and answered.

"Xu! Can you speak? If you can't speak, don't speak!" Zhong Xueran glared at him fiercely.

"Then I'll change the song next time." He let me out with an expression as if he was on vacation, not nervous at all.

"You guys wait." The old woman looked at everyone suspiciously, then took out her cell phone and called Mei's house to confirm.

"good……"

"Oh, I see……"

She hung up the phone.

"Come in, Lao Li said that the young master did say that you will stay here for a while." The old woman stared at everyone, her tone was a little unkind, "But don't run around and don't touch the things inside."

"Pfft..." He let me out and suddenly laughed, "Hey, did you hear it? Master, hahaha!"

Chen Zhiyuan couldn't stand him, so he immediately interrupted him and said to the old woman: "Just arrange a place for us. We won't touch the things inside. We will live in this place for a week. I'm sorry to bother you, old man. .”

The old woman didn't answer, turned around and walked inside.

Seeing that she was gone, Chen Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Xu Yi, this is not funny. We are here to solve strange stories and save our lives, not for tourism."

He said seriously about letting me out, and even called out the real name of the person who let me out - Xu Yi.

When Xu Yi heard this, he raised his hand carelessly and said lazily: "Yes, yes, sir."

"But what I said is true. On the way here just now, I saw the bodies of those four people floating in the river. I guess... they won't be able to get here."

Xu Yi suddenly said something that shocked everyone.

"What?"

Chen Zhiyuan grabbed his shoulders with both hands: "Where is Yang? Yang's body is also there?"

"I said four, sir."

Xu Yi turned his head and glanced at the shoulder he had pinched. After a little effort to break away, he patted his shoulder: "But he's probably not dead yet."

"Why?" Chen Zhiyuan also calmed down and asked quickly.

Xu Yi seemed to think about it carefully, touched his chin and said, "It's too high."

"What's too high?" Chen Zhiyuan asked.

"It's floating too high." Xu put his hands on the back of his head and slowly walked towards the theater. "My hands and feet are floating on the water."

He said it very simply, but everyone present was not stupid and immediately understood what he meant.

When a person loses consciousness, his limbs hang freely and it is impossible for him to float on the water.

"Personally, I feel that the four people floating on the water are like four paper figures, light and airy."

Xu Yi suddenly turned around: "Do you think...did they go to another timeline?"

His sudden turn was a bit strange, but not difficult to understand.

Shen Kui remained silent, but these words made him seem to feel the same way.

"I don't think Mr. Mei Sijun's dream was a coincidence. He suddenly dreamed of [Nanzhi Fang] a hundred years ago. Maybe the place the four of them are in now is indeed a hundred years ago."

Shen Ku said slowly.

When Xu Yi heard what he said, he suddenly stretched out his hand and knocked on the air nearby, as if knocking on an invisible wall: "Hey, Yang? Can you hear me? I'm beside you."

"Mr. Xu Yi, please stop making trouble!" Chen Zhiyuan glared at Xu Yi.

"Do you think I'm making trouble?" Xu Yi tilted his head and glanced at him, "Okay, I'm sorry, if apologizing can make you happier."

"Mr. Chen," Mi Lin, an uncle in his forties, suddenly spoke. He looked at Chen Zhiyuan, "I think you are the one who should calm down."

"This weird story, the parallel between ancient and modern times is the normal way for it to proceed, isn't it?"

Mi Lin said in a deep voice.

His words finally stabilized Chen Zhiyuan's concerned and chaotic mentality, and the opening remarks and game requirements flashed in his mind...

【Past and present life, resentment is hard to eliminate】

【Who enters the opera garden, who becomes an actor】

Indeed, what Mi Lin said is right.

"This is an old strange story that Yang has never heard of. Since it divides us into two parties, ancient and modern, it must have a unique meaning. It is difficult for one party to pass it alone. The first thing we have to do now is to communicate with people who have been living for hundreds of years. Let them establish contact in the past." Mi Lin's mature and steady voice was reassuring, and he explained clearly what should be done now in a few words.

"Calm down, seat 5." Xinxin patted Chen Zhiyuan's shoulder quietly, "Xiaoyang is back, but you are dead."

Chen Zhiyuan turned to look at her with an expressionless face.

An even cuter smile appeared on Xinxin's cute face: "Isn't this kind of plot often found in horror movies? It's always not perfect..."

"Have you heard any strange sounds?"

Doctor Yan Xiao suddenly spoke.

He had not participated in the conversation between them at all since just now. He just stood next to Zhong Xueran, who was slightly familiar with him, and quietly observed the entire [Nanzhifang].

This is a huge courtyard surrounded by white walls and black tiles. In the depths stands a two-story theater building, with large and small old houses connected together. This place...can accommodate at least dozens of people.

After Yan Xiao's reminder, everyone stopped talking and listened attentively...

Then, they heard a strange tone...

That voice sounded extremely tactful, but it was also particularly resentful and miserable, quite penetrating...

It's still broad daylight, but it makes me feel uneasy.

"It's "Exploring Yin Mountain"." Mi Lin frowned a little, "But the singing tune is weird, it shouldn't be like this."

This sound gives me goosebumps the more I listen to it.

At this moment, drops of blood appeared on the gravel road in front of them!

Appearing out of thin air and spreading forward!

This is...whose blood?

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Downhole.

Qin Manjiang and Mei Sijun had just stepped onto the gravel road, preparing to go to the dark and blurry theater ahead.

After all, Miss Lin said that they should read the second half of Li Yunxiu's story by themselves.

But the moment he stepped onto the gravel road, a young man from the theater troupe appeared out of thin air!

He wore gloomy makeup, and his eyes, mouth, nose, ears... every acupuncture point on his face was bleeding!

But his body was still moving involuntarily, making graceful movements, and he was still singing -

"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..."

It's "Exploring Yin Mountain"!
Chapter completed!