"Click!!"

The sword blade penetrated the photo frame, and it had a texture as if it had been penetrated into flesh and blood.

The face of the man in the photo frame began to twist,

The vicious and twisted face seemed to be cursing Zhang Yi for his treason.

A ball of thick black blood grabbed Zhang Yi like a giant's hand.

"Oops!"

Zhang Yi's pupils tightened and it was too late to dodge.

Zhang Yi only felt that his whole body was wrapped in a ball of cold sewage, and then his whole body was lifted up.

The huge impact made him dizzy.

Suddenly, a burning feeling came over his chest.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Accompanied by a sharp and strange laughter, black blood quickly flowed to his chest.

In a daze, Zhang Yi saw that a huge ghost-faced head had appeared on his chest at some point, swallowing the black blood in big mouthfuls.

"Boom!"

There was a strong falling feeling, and Zhang Yi sat down hard on the ground. The fatal black blood had disappeared.

Only the pendant on his chest still exuded scorching residual warmth, reminding him that what just happened was not an illusion.

Before he could take a closer look.

"Kakakaka..."

The shrine in front of me began to shatter, and the photo frame also turned into ashes.

But in the blink of an eye, the shrine and photo frame completely disappeared, leaving only a piece of white paper floating on the ground.

The brothers in the troupe behind him completely lost their vitality at this moment and turned into dull paper figures, standing still with expressions of struggle.

Zhang Yi reached out and picked up the white paper.

The material of this paper is very special, it seems to be a material unique to account books, and the names of many people are clearly written on it.

Zhou Dachang, San Dan, Jiang Ping...

Zhang Yi glanced at ten lines, and all of them were names of people in the theater troupe.

Behind it are dense fingerprints.

This is a contract of sale!

They are the slaves trapped here.

Including Mrs. Qing.

Zhang Yi already had the answer in his heart.

Zhang Shulai probably didn't just trap their souls in this place just to make a profit.

The tribute they are talking about is probably the audience on the chairs outside.

Zhang Yi felt even more disgusted with his beastly father.

"Bang!!"

At this time, the stage in front trembled.

"ah!!"

With a shrill scream, the unrecognizable evil ghost suddenly crashed into the backstage and fell heavily to the ground.

Zhang Yi immediately stepped back, only to realize that the evil ghost only had half of his body left.

Black blood flowed from his body, and a hole was torn open in his spliced ​​face, revealing his original face.

"It's him!"

Zhang Yi had a strange look on his face.

Unexpectedly, underneath the flesh of the evil ghost's face was Lao Wang.

"He came in too?"

Zhang Yi looked at Lao Wang's face carefully and felt that it didn't look very similar. This face was obviously much younger than Lao Wang's face.

Even saying that he is Lao Wang's son makes people feel more believable.

But regardless of whether he is Lao Wang or not, without the protection of the shrine, his body is aging rapidly.

"Ding-deng-deng..."

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, the door curtain was opened, and Mrs. Qing, covered in blood, walked in from the stage.

The strong smell of blood made Zhang Yi feel a little nauseous.

Mrs. Qing raised her head, a line of blood and tears rolling down her cloudy eyes.

His slender fingers grabbed Lao Wang's head.

Pinch hard!

"Bang!!"

Lao Wang's body exploded immediately, leaving only a weak fluorescent light in the palm of Mrs. Qing's hand.

She opened her hand and handed the fluorescent light to Zhang Yi.

"For me?"

Mrs. Qing nodded.

Zhang Yi stretched out his hand and took the fluorescent light.

The moment his hand touched the fluorescent light, a string of memories appeared in his field of vision.

Under the candlelight soul lamp.

A sunflower-shaped bronze mirror reflects the reflections of the two people.

The woman in the mirror, her pale red cheeks revealed a trace of sadness. She gently pulled back her long hair and removed the hairpin from her forehead.

Behind him is a man, holding a comb and gently combing the woman's hair.

"Wang Jie, we can't stay here anymore, let's go."

"Where to go?"

"It doesn't matter where you are, anywhere in the world. Sell the garden and let's start singing in another place."

The man didn't respond.

"Why, you don't want to?" The woman was stunned for a moment.

"If you are willing, when I enter the industry, I will say that I will go wherever the master goes."

The man took a deep breath and straightened his back: "But... I don't want to sing anymore."

After that, he closed his eyes tightly, held both ends of the rope tightly with both hands, and twisted it hard...

"Master, you have been singing opera all your life, but in the end you are still a low-class person who accepts others' wishes. I don't want to, I don't want to!!"
Chapter completed!