"Nanzhifang is gone."

Mei Sijun's first sentence was unexpected.

"No one can find the old site except for the old opera troupe in Fucheng." Mei Sijun's expression changed a little. "It is a taboo. I only learned about it when I heard my father talk about it."

"I just dreamed of Nanzhifang a hundred years ago. It was a winter day. It was snowing heavily. Near the end of the year, the pillars of Nanzhifang were thrown into a well and committed suicide. The headmaster Zhao Qigong found a group of new people and was preparing to regroup..."

He closed his eyes slightly and told the story.

This dream doesn't seem to be long and there is not much information revealed, but as he tells it, everyone gradually gets the impression of an old opera troupe in their minds.

"The fat boss Wang Youde fell in love with the new actor and called Zhao Qigong. Zhao Qigong said there were six newcomers, and I don't know which one he wanted..."

He stopped and opened his eyes to everyone: "The dream is here."

Zhao Qigong, the headmaster of Nanzhifang, is lustful, greedy and fat and thin businessmen, Yu Ji, the Qing-style peddler who committed suicide by jumping into a well, the overlord who is missing, and the new stunning actor...

"Just from your dream, it was Qingyi who committed suicide by jumping into the well," said Chen Zhiyuan.

"May I ask, you said that modern Nanzhifang is a taboo in your industry, why?" asked the old handsome guy, Milin.

Mei Sijun looked at him and slowly explained: "One is the quiet opera, which can help ghosts and gods. Two is the humble actors in the past, and often die of bad fate, so they are deeply resentful, and their souls do not dissipate after death, and they wander in the theater."

"So, opera troupes usually worship immortals and gods in order to seek peace and drive away yin energy."

"My ancestors worshipped Master Hua Guang, the three-eyed Prince Ma in folk legend."

He paused, stopped talking, listened carefully to the footsteps, and it turned out that the owner of the cafe brought the tea.

It was also difficult for him. Apart from Matsutake Chicken Soup, the others were really brought together and delivered.

After he left, Mei Sijun took a sip of Jasmine Xiaoye's throat and continued, "Other opera troupes also worship their own sacrificial troupes, but Nanzhifang never worships immortals. Not only that, this opera troupe also takes on insults."

"Silent drama?"

Xinxin widened her eyes and looked at Mei Sijun curiously.

Mei Sijun nodded slightly and explained: "People have men and women, and the drama is divided into yin and yang. As I said just now, opera is quiet and is most popular among ghosts. Some people from wealthy families pass away and often invite opera troupes to sing day and night. The daytime is sung for living people, and the nighttime stage... is sung for dead people."

Seeing that everyone seemed to be completely unfamiliar with this insidious drama, Mei Sijun briefly introduced a few words:

"Singing Yin Opera, you must first worship the immortals and gods you worship at home, and then find healthy young actors. If you are weak, you will be weak and you will easily get plagued by Yin Gui, and there will be no women. The old society believes that women are unclean and will collide with Yin Gui's ancestors."

"There is a ritual before the stage. Before the third update, the host family will hold the offerings. Please ask ancestors from home, and you cannot drive away the ghosts passing by."

"As soon as the third update arrives, all living people will leave the venue except the opera troupe, and they will close their doors and windows when they go back to the house and cannot walk out."

"After the third update, the opera troupe started singing. The opera was loved by the deceased during his lifetime. There were empty tables and chairs under the stage, and white rice with chopsticks on the table was singed until the fourth update."

"During the period, Sheng, Dan, Jing, Mo, Chou, Sing, Recite, Do, and Beat, all procedures must be missing. If it is missing, it will anger ghosts. At the least, it will suffer from bad luck, and at the worst, it will cause serious illness or even die directly."

"The fourth day of the day, the show will be stopped. The main house opened the door to pick up the deceased and went home. He could not talk to the troupe throughout the whole process. He would have to leave all matters for the sixth day of the day before the queen of the sixth day of the day."

Even though Mei Sijun had already said it simple enough, it still made people feel a headache and fever.

There are so many strange rules, many rules are unnecessary in the eyes of modern people.

But in their eyes, perhaps it was a mistake in one of the links that led to the emergence of this ultimate game?

It was a weird story that killed the players at least four times...

Moreover, even Yang, who has the most experienced experience, has never heard of the weird story of [Huangquan Opera], which means that it has not been selected and executed by the monster game for a long time. Players of this generation do not know that there is still the weird story.

"My head has started to hurt," I let me go out and sagged onto the chair. "Is it the female ghost who committed suicide by jumping into the well, or has it caused evil spirits without worshiping the immortal god?"

"It may be that the troupe's program of singing insidious operas was wrong, or that it attracted something that shouldn't have come when singing... Ahhhh! I'm so annoying!" Zhong Xueran also looked helpless.

Chen Si kept listening silently. After listening to Mei Sijun's speech, he suddenly asked, "But Mr. Mei, you still didn't say what happened to Nanzhifang in the end."

Mei Sijun was silent for a moment, looked at the tea in the cup, and said, "What else can it be? It has been a hundred years, so he is naturally dead."

"only……"

He seemed a little unaware of how to continue.

"This incident has no basis, I heard it from my father."

He made some preparations in advance.

Yang looked at him: "Please just say it."

Mei Sijun and Yang looked at each other and nodded: "But today, among the remaining old opera troupes in Fucheng, you can occasionally hear Nanzhifang's specialty...Farewell My Concubine."

"At the third day of the night, when it's midnight, there are endless babbling and singing, like crying and complaining, which is creepy."

After the words came to an end, everyone fell silent for a moment.

"It's like a ghost boarding in the theater." Chen Zhiyuan whispered.

"By the way, the strange talk is to go to Nanzhifang in three days. As you said, Nanzhifang is gone, where is its former site?" Chen Zhiyuan continued to ask.

Mei Sijun's hand that picked up the teacup suddenly stopped, and then he said something that no one expected...

"The Nanzhifang Opera House back then is now under my Mei family's name, an old house in the western suburbs of Fucheng."

Mei Sijun seemed to have expected everyone to react like this and slowly explained: "Zhao Qigong, the last headmaster of Nanzhifang, was buried by my great-grandfather. What happened to Nanzhifang back then? What happened? It is no longer possible to test. Grandpa didn't say it, so our descendants dared not ask."

"In the past few years, except for the cleaning once a month, that place has long been uninhabited."

After Mei Sijun finished speaking, she still looked slow and even had leisure to continue drinking tea.

But everyone has more or less understood why it is him who dreams, not others.

This young man who is more beautiful than gender has a temperament that is out of place with his peers.

He seemed to try his best to integrate into the world, but he seemed clumsy and abrupt.

It seems that from the day he was born... he shouldn't have lived in this era.

"This is also a good thing. At least we don't have to spend time looking for Nanzhifang." Chen Zhiyuan said.

"In addition, everyone." Yang suddenly changed a topic, and his eyes swept across everyone one by one, "Why are the words "game" not mentioned throughout the whole process for the opening words and game requirements?"


Chapter completed!