"Boom."

In shock, Uncle Sheng subconsciously stepped back, and his heel accidentally kicked a red drum, making a dull sound.

The Chaozhou Ghost lyrics paused for a moment, and he followed the sound. When he saw Uncle Sheng with a panicked face, his eyes flashed, but he thought: "Is it Ah Sheng?"

Uncle Sheng, who wanted to turn around and run away, was stopped by the voice. He pretended to be calm and said calmly: "Who are you and how do you know me?"

The Chaozhou ghost waved his arms and appeared in a burst of green mist. His ugly appearance made Uncle Sheng's pupils shrink rapidly.

"Ah Sheng, I am a Chaozhou ghost. I have known you more than forty years ago when you first entered the theater. I even saw you crying and shedding tears backstage."

Uncle Sheng: "..."

It was really hard for him to believe this.

"The stars are shining, the moon is crescent, homeless children, whose call should I obey..." Seeing Uncle Sheng's indifference, the Chaozhou ghost sang softly.

"How do you know this ballad?" Uncle Sheng asked in shock.

"I heard you sing, a long, long time ago." said the Chaozhou ghost.

Uncle Sheng was silent.

He must have not sung this ballad for nearly twenty years!

"If you still don't believe it..." the Chaozhou ghost said.

Uncle Sheng raised his arm and interrupted: "There is no need to cite other examples to prove it. It's not that I don't believe what you say, but it's hard to believe that a ghost has stayed in the theater for so many years and no one has ever discovered it.

"

"Because I am a good ghost and never do anything harmful to others." The Chaozhou ghost explained.

Uncle Sheng was silent for a long time, gradually digesting this fact: "Why are you singing here tonight?"

"Because I want to ask someone to do something, but I don't know how to say it..."

Uncle Sheng's heart moved: "Do you want to ask Mr. Qin to do something?"

This ugly ghost never comes out sooner or later. It only comes out in the near future. It is obviously for Mr. Qin!

"That's right."

The Chaozhou ghost said frankly: "Perhaps even you don't know that there is a big tomb under this stage. An evil ghost and I have been living in the big tomb since two hundred years ago.

That evil spirit has higher cultivation than me and stronger magic power than me, so he regards me as a slave and bullies me in every possible way. Only Mr. Qin you mentioned can save me from the sea of ​​fire...

But the problem is, I am neither a relative nor an acquaintance of him, so if I ask rashly, I’m afraid he will accept me directly!”

Uncle Sheng is an old man and he immediately heard the hidden meaning of his words: "Do you want me to intercede for you?"

"That's it." Chaozhou ghost said with eager eyes: "Ah Sheng, help me, you are the only one who can help me now."

Uncle Sheng hesitated and said: "It's not that I don't want to help you, it's mainly that Mr. Qin and I don't have any friendship. He is just a tourist coming to Chaozhou and staying in a theater temporarily. I don't have the status to say this!"

Chaozhou ghost: "Just mention it. No matter if it works or not, I will support you."

Uncle Sheng thought for a moment and said, "Well, I promise to mention it to you when I get the chance, but you can't be in a hurry. You need to wait until the right opportunity to talk about this matter."

"I understand, I understand. After all, the relationship between you is not good enough that you can make requests at will." Chaozhou ghost said with great understanding.

Uncle Sheng exhaled and said: "Then it's decided... Don't sing here at night and scare the members of the troupe."

"Okay, okay." The Chaozhou ghost was overjoyed and agreed repeatedly.

The next day, noon.

Autumn tigers are still fierce, so I put an iron pot in the yard and fry eggs after a while.

Nianying and Ah Li are both afraid of heat, but they don't like the feeling of being exposed to the sun, so they didn't go out today. They met in the training hall of the theater troupe. They sat on the chairs at the back of the hall and watched a large group of young people in front of various projects. Sweating like rain, just like the old students in schools in later generations sitting under the shade of the trees watching the new students' military training...

Happiness is something that comes from comparison!

"Are you tired?" At this time, Uncle Sheng slowly came to Qin Yao and the others, holding a watermelon that had just been taken out of the deep well.

"It's definitely not as tiring as them." Qin Yao pointed to the group of sweaty teenagers and said with a smile.

"Since they chose to eat this bowl of rice, they should suffer this pain." Uncle Sheng placed the cool watermelon on the stone table, took out a brand new short knife from his waist, and cut the watermelon piece by piece, revealing the bright red color. of melon flesh.

"Miss Nianying, Miss Aju, and Mr. Qin, come and eat melon."

Qin Yao glanced at the members of the troupe who were training, and saw with sharp eyes that many members' throats were moving. He hesitated and said: "Uncle Sheng, isn't it good to eat melon here?"

"There's nothing wrong with it. It's also an incentive for them." Uncle Sheng pushed the bright watermelon towards them and said with a smile: "They are not children anymore. They should understand that all privileges come from strength."

After hearing what he said, Qin Yao and the other three felt at ease and picked up the watermelons one after another.

"It's so cool and sweet." Nianying took a bite of the watermelon and her eyes suddenly narrowed into crescent moons.

"Puff puff puff puff puff..." These four simple words were like sharp knives, piercing deeply into the hearts of those hot and sweaty teenagers, grinding their teeth.

This is murderous and heartbreaking!

"I chilled it in the deepest well for two hours. It's cool, just right for this summer...autumn." Uncle Sheng said with a smile.

Teenagers: "..."

Have you had enough?

Is it fun to rub salt in the wound?

Qin Yao ate a big mouthful of watermelon, and the coolness in his stomach instantly dispelled the dryness of the day: "Uncle Sheng, are you going to work tonight?"

"Leave work tomorrow night."

"What show?" Nianying said enthusiastically.

"Lion Tower, Wu Song killed his sister-in-law." Uncle Sheng responded.

"Water Margin." Nianying turned to look at Qin Yao: "Shall we go see it?"

"You can go if you want." Qin Yao smiled heartily: "When you come out to play, you naturally want to play whatever you want."

Seeing that he was in a good mood now, Uncle Sheng hesitated for a moment and said softly: "Mr. Qin, I met the ghost you were talking about last night."

Qin Yao's smile did not change: "What then?"

"Then he begged me to intercede with you and help him out of the sea of ​​suffering. Because I was afraid that you would be in trouble, I didn't promise him anything," Uncle Sheng said frankly.

Qin Yao pondered for a moment and said, "I'll think about it..."

Based on the plot of the movie, the final boss in this story is an ordinary evil ghost, not even the King of Ghosts.

If the other party doesn't know the bounds of heaven and earth and comes to cause trouble for him, then just kill him and he will be killed.

But if the other party is more sensible and acts like a ghost with his tail between his legs, he won't be able to get the urge to kill him.

The fate of Chaozhou ghosts may be miserable, and their lives may be very difficult, but that’s none of their business.

He is not a kind-hearted person who likes to help others!

"How is it, how is it, do you have a chance to talk today?" In the evening, the Chaozhou ghost quietly came to Uncle Sheng's room and asked eagerly.

"Said..." Uncle Sheng said slowly: "Mr. Qin said he would think about it. From my guess, this is most likely just an excuse. You should be mentally prepared."

The Chaozhou ghost's face darkened, and he clenched his fists silently: "No, as long as he doesn't refuse directly, I still have a chance of survival, and this chance of survival depends on how I fight for it."

Uncle Sheng's heart skipped a beat: "I'm warning you, don't act recklessly. If you fail to plead for mercy, you will offend the other party, and you will definitely be left with nothing to eat."

"It's a matter of life, I won't mess around." The Chaozhou ghost said: "Ah Sheng, thank you very much, I am very grateful. If I had taken the initiative to beg him, you can imagine what the final result would be.

"

Uncle Sheng waved his hand and said, "It's a small effort, but it's not worth mentioning."

"Brother Jia."

"Brother Jia."

…

At this time, a man with a dirty face and dust all over his body strode into the theater. Along the way, all the members who saw him bowed and saluted.

Akali ignored these people and hurried back to her room, took some clean clothes, and almost ran towards the bathroom.

He doesn't think about anything now, he just wants to soak in the pool and wash his body at least three times.

"Bang."

When he quickly arrived at the door of the bathroom, the plump Xiguatou turned his head and said something to Agui and Xiaoyan, while pushing open the door of the bathroom. Unexpectedly, the two of them collided with each other.

Watermelon Head only felt a push on his chest. When he turned around, he saw Ajia sitting on the ground with eyes full of anger. The anger that was about to burst out made his scalp numb and his whole body was frightened.

As for Ajia, when she saw that he knocked her down, she not only refused to apologize, but even looked down at her condescendingly. The fire in her heart from Qin Yao instantly arose...

I saw him jump up from the ground like a carp, raised his hand and slapped Watermelon Head hard on the face, scolding: "You can't even see the road when you walk? Then what do you want your eyes for?"

Watermelon Head was beaten even more confused, with a stupid look on his face.

"Go away." Ajia pushed him away and walked towards the bathroom with a cold face.

"Jia Dapai, you are going too far when you hit someone without hitting someone in the face." Agui clenched his fists and said towards Ajia's back.

Ajia paused, turned around, hooked his hand and said, "Come here."
To be continued...