Zombie: I made the immortal uncle Jiu by making clay figures

But after seeing the literary talent in the audience.

stunned.

Where did the iron-headed kid come from?!

After a closer look, he recognized it.

It was Wencai, the apprentice of Uncle Jiu of Yi Zhuang.

Chen Yuanli stood on the stage and performed.

While staring at Wencai.

The show has begun.

You can't stop.

This is the rule.

Because there are not just people listening to the opera in the audience.

There are more ghosts.

Especially today is Ghost Festival.

Singing opera is for ghosts to hear.

But, who would have thought.

Here comes a talented writer!

Chen Yuanli's eyes were about to fly away.

But no way.

Wencai was enjoying the reading.

He was clapping while holding a sugarcane in his mouth.

Chen Yuanli was helpless.

I was advised and advised.

That’s it.

Wencai insisted not to leave.

no way.

Transit: Umbrella Qiyi ⒎2 leek one leek

Sighed softly.

513 Chen Yuanli continued to sing.

After all, the show has already begun.

You absolutely cannot stop.

After singing just two sentences.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew.

Wencai was stunned.

He immediately turned around and looked at the door curtain blown by the wind.

Frown slightly.

"Why is there wind blowing for no reason?"

He curled his lips.

Wencai didn't care either.

After all, I have the ability now.

What if there really was a wandering ghost coming to cause trouble?

Wencai is also confident that he can handle it!

So, I didn't care.

It was the actors performing on the stage.

Sighed.

It’s up to him whether he lives or dies.

Operation Haunted Ghost.

They all bring with them a gloomy wind.

Because ghosts are yin.

Wherever I go, if there is anyone.

You will feel a chill.

But Wencai is protected by the silver wolf.

Of course don't worry about that.

I can't feel it either.

After the door curtain fluttered for a while.

The stands were already filled with wandering ghosts.

But Wencai didn't care.

At the end of the stands, there is a high platform.

On the high platform stood four ghost messengers.

At first, the ghost didn't care when he saw Wencai.

So many ghosts.

If it were a living person.

He left long ago because he couldn't stand the cold anymore.

But the literary talent is different.

Chewing sugarcane in big mouthfuls.

They also applauded and cheered from time to time.

There is no discomfort at all.

Looked around.

Suddenly, a ghost reacted.

"Wait, is he eating sugar cane?"

This sentence also reminded the three ghost messengers nearby.

Yup!

Eat sugar cane!

How can ghosts eat sugarcane?

This is obviously not a ghost.

It's a person!

Immediately, the ghost reacted.

He appeared directly in front of Wencai.

"Hey."

A cold voice.

It attracted Wencai's attention.

Wencai chewed sugarcane and turned his head slightly.

He glanced at these four ghost messengers.

His face was full of indifference.

"What's wrong?"

"What the hell is going on?"

The ghost came up with a bad look on his face.

Just start scolding.

Very bad attitude.

Wencai felt unhappy when he heard it.

"Do you know that today's performance is only for ghosts?"

"What are you talking about here?"

Wencai looked at the ghost in front of him, chattering something he couldn't understand.

There was confusion in his eyes.

"It's really weird."

Two sentences spoken.

These ghost officials also understood.

Wencai couldn't understand what these ghost messengers were saying.

"Tsk..."

A ghost lost his patience.

He made an impatient sound.

"I'm telling you, you can watch the show anytime you want, but not today."

"Why waste your time talking to him?"

Another ghost nearby stretched out his hand to stop him.

After thinking for a while, he walked up to Wencai.

With gestures and actions.

"Get out of here now, or I'll make sure you never come back!"

I watched it for a long time.

Wencai finally understood.

This ghost messenger wanted me to go.

Come to think of it, that's true.

He heard from his master.

On the 15th day of July, all the ghosts come out.

Singing opera to relieve ghosts’ homesickness.

one more.

All ghost messengers are like this.

There's no point in getting into conflict with them.

"Okay, got it."

Wencai frowned and glanced at them.

Then he turned around and was about to go out.

"Tsk, if the master wasn't so strict, I wouldn't even watch it."