On the gloomy stage, the terrifying evil spirit contains miserable and sad resentment, which seems to have turned into reality and descended like a nightmare.
In the terrifying scarlet mist, the phantom is melancholy and the ghostly atmosphere is cold, as if the door to hell has suddenly opened.
"The leaves fall alone and the lone wild goose flies, the west wind blows with tears... let me down, the love of my life is beautiful... Sanlang, how can I forget..."
It sounds like a song called "Mawei Slope".
Accompanied by the creepy chanting, a bright red sleeve appeared from the mist.
From the bright red sleeves, a pale and slender palm stretched out. The gesture was very graceful, like five fingers in the painting, but it also gave people an indescribable sense of terror.
With the appearance of this pale palm, the entire theater seemed to sink into the Nine Nether Hells, the breath of evil spirits surged across, and powerful resentment spread wantonly.
The gloom of death filled the night sky. It was extremely ominous and dimmed the stars and moon.
Both inside and outside the theater building, and even the entire deserted Shokaku Theater, are shrouded in the evil realm of dead souls at this moment.
Evil realm!
Lu Pianpian has always been courageous and arrogant. Even though she is only at the fifth level of strength, she is not afraid of such a terrifying and strange evil spirit.
"who?!"
On the stage, a stunning and sad figure appeared, with ghostly steps under his feet, half-singing and half-white, but it was "Luo Shen":
"It's like standing next to the Milky Way and the blue sky, and the mist of the river is as cold as the moon."
"I am the goddess of Luoshui. I have mastered the watermark of Luohe River and cultivated a little fairy mind... After combing my hair, I looked at the mirror carelessly. I was so clear that no one could be seen."
Although he calls himself Luo Shen, his ghostly aura is gloomy and evil. How can he have any of the fairy aura of Luo Shen?
Su Chuo's voice rang in Lu Pianpian's heart: "The play that Mu Xianling was best at during her lifetime was "Luo Shen", so she gave it a name, Luo Shen."
Lu Pianpian stared at the ghosts on the stage, and her expression suddenly became solemn when she sensed that the theater was shrouded in a vicious evil realm.
"So, she is the evil spirit of the Mu Xianling? What a strong resentment! This evil spirit is a third-grade ghost!"
Ghost Sect? Su Chuo was also surprised.
She knew that Mu Xianling was a third-grade monk during his lifetime and was known as the actor with the highest cultivation level in Daxia.
Precisely because Mu Xianling was once a third-grade monk, her performances were so miraculous that she was known as the number one actress in Daxia.
It is also difficult for many people to understand why Mu Xianling insists on acting as an actor even though she has strong cultivation qualifications.
If she devoted herself to cultivation, wouldn't her path be brighter?
In the eyes of many monks, this is an act of self-destruction.
Of course, Mu Xianling's "self-destruction" did not stop many people from traveling thousands of miles to watch her perform on stage.
"He was a third-level cultivator in life, but he could still become a fierce spirit of the Ghost Sect after death. This person must not have been simple in life. Such a person was actually raped and killed and died miserably."
Lu Pianpian secretly communicated with Su Chuo.
After a monk dies, only one out of ten can retain his memory and become a ghost cultivator.
It is even more rare to be able to achieve the same level of cultivation as in life.
"What should we do?" Su Chuo said, "We are no match for the third-grade Ghost Sect. Even if she doesn't take action, we can't escape from this evil realm."
Lu Pianpian was very calm.
It was obvious that she had been blocked by the evil domain of the big ghost, and her soul was in some pain under the influence of the gloomy ghost energy, but she still showed no fear.
"Are you Luo Shen?" Lu Pian took a deep breath and calmed down and said, "Are you the leader of the curtain team?"
Although ghost cultivators are treacherous and unpredictable, they have traces to follow, they are not muddleheaded and evil spirits, and they are not incommunicable.
The ghost figure on the stage slowly solidified, but her face was pale and she looked not much different from a living person at first glance, but her whole person was transformed by ghost energy.
The powerful ghost energy of the Ghost Sect is like an unsurpassable sea of the dead, dominating this space.
At this moment, this theater is a ghost realm, not in the human world.
The ghost held an elegant orchid finger in his hand and said quietly:
"Are you Chuo'er, the little girl from the Su family back then? I didn't expect you to be a member of the Zhensi Cult."
Sure enough, she knew Su Chuo. Even when Su Chuo grew up, she could sense his energy and blood.
Su Chuo quickly said secretly: "Lu Pianpian, let me control the body. I know her and we are old friends."
"Okay." Lu Pianpian agreed, "If anything goes wrong, I will take the lead."
In the blink of an eye, Su Chuo took control of his body again.
"I didn't expect that Sister Mu would still remember me." Su Chuo said bravely, "I never thought that when I see Sister Mu again, I will be separated by yin and yang."
"I have been kicked out of the Su family a long time ago, and I have returned to Jinguan City for the first time in many years."
The ghost smiled faintly, "I remember that you liked reading very much and asked me for advice on ancient scripts. I also asked you to borrow books from your collection. You couldn't practice at that time, but you have cultivated today. It was indeed a chance."
Su Chuo breathed a sigh of relief.
Although Mu Xianling has become a ghost, since she still remembers the past, it should not be difficult to communicate with her.
After all, the two of them can be considered old friends, and they were close friends back then.
Su Chuo said: "When I come to Jinguan City this time, one of my wishes is to watch Sister Mu's play. To be honest with Sister Mu, I am also an actor now, and I am from the Luo family class."
"My sister's stage name is Luo Shen, and my little sister's theater troupe happens to be called Luo Family Troupe. Isn't it fate?"
She was already very uncomfortable at this time because the yin energy in this evil realm was too strong.
The ghost had no intention of restraining its ghostly aura, and its tone became even more sinister, "Luo Family Class...The class leader's surname is Luo?"
"Sister Mu..." Su Chuo's heart sank.
Her original intention was to get out of trouble. But unexpectedly, the ghost turned out to be even more evil.
"Su Chuo, do you know who killed me?" The ghost's voice became more and more terrifying.
"The person who killed me was named Luo. His name was Luo An, who is now Yizhou Mu, Luo Jishi!"
What? Su Chuo was stunned when he heard this.
The murderer of Mu Xianling was actually Luo An?
"I will tell you something today." The ghost said quietly, "If you can help me, for the sake of my old friend, I will let you go and I will never embarrass you."
Su Chuo calmed down and said, "Sister, tell me. I can tell you, Luo An is also my enemy."
The ghost made a trick, "Take a good look at it. After reading it, I will tell you what to do."
Suddenly, the stage above suddenly changed and turned into a painting studio.
This is the magical power of the Muxian Ling to operate the stage. It is miraculous to be able to arrange a simple stage into a realistic and illusory plot scene.
A bright moon hangs high, shining on the painting building.
In the painting studio, a man and a woman were drinking tea.
The man is very handsome and elegant, he is actually Luo An.
The woman's beauty is heavenly and her grace is unparalleled. She was exactly the actress of the time.
These scenes are obviously the result of Mu Xianling using the magical power of Ling Dao to interpret her own memories.
It is also a kind of play.
"Sister Ling," Luo An said, "Although we are cousins, the Luo family is from the same clan, so how can we be different from each other?"
"Why do you like playing "Luo Shen" so much and even take the nickname Luo Shen? Isn't it because you are very close to the word Luo."
Mu Xianling said: "Although Mu and Luo are from the same clan, they have been divided into two families, each with its own genealogy, and they cannot be confused."
"Of course the belongings of the Mu family must be kept by the Mu family. It would not be appropriate to leave them to the Luo family."
"I am indeed close to the word Luo. After all, my grandfather's surname is Luo."
"But my father and grandmother's surname is Mu, and they studied Ling Dao. Your father and grandfather's surname is Luo, and they studied martial arts. Since then, the families have been separated and each has its own family tree. It has been two generations, and of course each has its own family."
Luo An smiled and said, "Lingmei is still separated. What is yours and mine? Mu, Luo An is not all a family? Give me that thing, and I will return it to you in ten years at most."
"Seeing that the world is about to be in chaos, you only know how to act and don't seek to make progress. I can only do this to conquer the world for my family."
“Our family’s qualifications are so outstanding, of course we have to compete.”
Mu Xianling shook her head, "I'm sorry, cousin. I still can't give you anything. You are the leader of the elder brother's association, and you are too ambitious, which is not a good thing."
Luo An drank a cup of tea silently and said, "Cousin, this is the third time I beg you for this matter. As the saying goes, it only takes three. If you are so stubborn, you can't blame me."
"If you don't give it to me, I will take it myself. Since I take it myself, I can only do my best."
"Hmph, I can't get the Tang family's stuff, so why can't I get my own stuff too?"
"From now on, our family only has the Luo family and no Mu family. Cousin, you forced me to do this."
Mu Xianling suddenly trembled, "You poisoned me? Luo An, what on earth do you want to do?"
She wanted to stand up, but her whole body was sore.
Luo An stood up and said, "I have practiced the ancient magical power of wedding clothes, and we are related by blood, so I can graft your magical power to me."
After saying this, he tore off the skirt of Kai Xian Ling with one stroke of his hand.
Mu Xian's face was pale and he was trembling all over, "Luo An, you beast! I didn't expect you to hide so deeply..."
Luo An sighed: "I don't want to do this. You should know that I also have a talent for acting. If I really want to act, I may not be worse than you."
"By taking your red pill, it means that you have fulfilled me, and that you have made a contribution to the family. It also symbolizes that Luo and Mu have merged into one."
"I tell you the truth, the killers from Ge Laohui have sneaked into your theater. If I give the order, your theater will be a river of blood."
After saying that, his body pressed down...
PS: I'm not feeling well today, so I can only update so much. Good night, Crab!