The villa is said to be small, but compared with large manors, it is actually not cramped.

Several people followed Wan Sui in and were greeted by a handsome and upright middle-aged man. Wan Sui called out, "Dad!"

Gu Wang heard Zhou Tong gasp, "Wan, Wan Qingwen!"

Chang Xu whispered to her who she was, and she explained, "She's the host of the Yaoguang City News Channel. We locals all know her. She's my mom's dream lover!"

Wan Qingwen didn't know if he heard them or not. He smiled and nodded at them, his voice charming and pleasant. "Sui Sui told me that she was going to bring some friends back to visit. You're all welcome."

He led a few people to the living room. Wan Sui winked at them and said, "Dad, you go ahead and do your work. I'll show them around. Where is grandma?"

Wan Qingwen nodded good-naturedly, "Then you young people can have fun. Your grandma is in the small garden at the back."

Wan Sui and a few others rushed straight into the small garden.

Zhou Tong and Chang Xu were entering the villa for the first time and were looking around in a daze.

Gu Wangze and Zhu Nu looked at each other. There seemed to be something special in this villa, neither a demon nor a ghost.

As you enter the small garden, the most eye-catching thing is a stage built in the center of the garden, with a red curtain hanging above it. On the left and right of the stage are two puppets holding golden swords. The curtain behind them is gorgeous and beautiful, embroidered with the moon and the starry sky. There are red candles on the table in the middle. This is a typical floating opera stage.

It is said that floating operas are mostly performed at night, and in order to prevent other creatures in the audience from being confused about the inside and outside of the play, golden sword guards are needed to suppress the stage.

In front of the stage, there was an old lady with silver hair and elegant temperament. She was sitting in a wheelchair, staring at the stage in a daze.

Needless to say, this is Wan Sui's grandmother.

Wan Sui introduced the old lady to everyone. She seemed to be in good spirits. The chain hanging from her reading glasses was still pink, very cute. She smiled as soon as she saw Wan Sui: "Naughty Sui Sui, skipping class again?"

Wan Sui came over and acted coquettishly to make the old lady happy. After a few words, Gu Wangcai asked, "Grandma, Wan Sui said that you couldn't sleep well the past few days and kept hearing strange noises. Can you tell me about it?"

Wan Sui explained in a low voice that Gu Wang had been a Taoist priest, and she had specially asked someone to come and take a look.

The old man accepted this well and said, "It's not a big deal, just occasionally hearing people singing opera."

Gu Wang: "Is it a floating play?"

Grandma nodded. "Yes, Fuxi." She looked at the stage with a look of melancholy. "I've sung Fuxi all my life. Now I can't sing anymore, but I can't let it go. Young people nowadays don't like to listen to opera. I always wonder, when we old people are gone, will no one listen to Fuxi anymore? Maybe that's why I can hear my old friends singing every night. That shuangqiang singing style is so beautiful. I haven't heard it in a long time..."

Gu Wang hurriedly asked, "Old friend? Are you saying that the voice you heard was someone you know?"

Wan Sui didn't know this and was a little scared for a moment, "Grandma, which friend did you hear? Do I know him?"

Grandma Wan touched her head lovingly and said, "You don't know it, even your dad doesn't know it!"

She showed that expression that only old people have, lost in memories, "My friend is a hero of the time..."

When Grandma Wan was seven or eight years old, it was a time of chaos. The opera troupe didn’t know if there would be a next performance after the previous one. You might eat a full meal today but not know if you would starve to death tomorrow.

Fortunately, the eight people in the troupe were all orphans picked up by the troupe owner. They were like a family. When there was no performance, the older children would go to work and barely make ends meet.

However, war came, the mountains and rivers were broken, and human lives were worthless.

The war soon spread to Fuyu Province. Although the troupe was considered the lowest class, they also understood the saying that without a country, there is no home. Several older brothers packed up their things to join the army, leaving only one sister to care for them.

Grandma Wan: "Her name was Ying'er. She was the best at singing the female general. Many fans jokingly called her 'Little General.' That year, she was sixteen years old."

Sixteen-year-old Ying'er struggled to look after her younger siblings while longing for her brothers to return, but she didn't expect that what they were expecting were enemies.

Yaoguang City was broken and the people fled in panic.

Ying'er took a few children and fled out of the city with the help of neighboring drama fans. When she turned around, she found that the enemy was chasing them.

Grandma Wan's voice slowly stopped, as if she had returned to the time when she was desperately trying to escape.

The enemy was about to catch up, and her compatriots were as defenseless as lambs. Ying'er gritted her teeth, shoved her younger siblings into someone else's arms, pulled out the costume and armor she had been reluctant to throw away, climbed up the nearby hill, and sang her best piece, "Defending the City Under the Moon."

Wan Sui couldn't help but ask, "What happened next?"

Grandma Wan came to her senses and said, "Later... we went back and found a broken helmet."

Ying'er had a wonderful voice, and her singing voice could be heard from far away, with a mighty sound. The enemy was so frightened and doubtful that they dared not advance easily. It was not until half an hour later that they realized they had been tricked. Infuriated, they bombarded half of the hill with a single cannon.

They took advantage of this time to sneak into the woods.

Grandma Wan still remembers that the play about defending the city under the moon was the best play she had ever heard in her life. Her aunt, who was hugging her, cried tears that fell on her neck, hotter than the artillery fire in the distance.

Wan Sui's eyes were red as she asked, "So, what you heard last night was Ying'er singing?"

Grandma Wan nodded. "I always see her standing on that hilltop, smiling at me, still wearing that armor. She looks so majestic."

Wan Sui looked back and looked around.

Gu Wang walked over to Grandma Wan, squatted down, and raised his head and said, "Grandma, can I see your arm?"

Grandma Wan looked him up and down for a moment, "Oh, you're so old, and your eyesight is not good. This child is so handsome." She winked at Wan Sui secretly.

Wan Sui didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and gently pushed her, "Please stretch out your arms!"

Grandma Wan rolled up her sleeves and smiled.

Gu Wang gently pressed on one of her acupoints, "Does it hurt here?"

Grandma Wan teased her like a child, "Give me a massage? It doesn't hurt, you're doing a great job!"

Gu Wang made her laugh. The old lady was quite funny. She really massaged her and was relieved when she saw that she didn't feel any pain.

If the ghost gate acupoint doesn't hurt, then it's not a ghost, and there is not a trace of Yin energy in the Wan family, so what could it be?

Gu Wang asked again: "Grandma, where did Ying'er sacrifice herself?"

Upon hearing this, Grandma Wan pointed at a certain place.

That was the only hill you could see directly from the small garden. As time went by, the hill that was once outside the city was now inside.

Seeing that it was already noon, Grandma Wan insisted on keeping a few people at home for dinner.

Wan Wenqing was off today, so he was just the right person to keep her company. Zhou Tong even shamelessly asked for an autograph, saying she was going to give it to her mother when she got home.

After a few words at the dinner table, Wan Wenqing was stunned to learn that Gu Wang was the owner of Fengdu Amusement Park. "This amusement park sounds familiar."

Zhou Tong immediately said, "Did you hear it at the station? The TV station was going to shoot a promotional video for Yaoguang City, and some people from the TV station went to the amusement park to shoot it!" She hesitated and did not say Tong Qianqian's name, for fear of causing trouble for her senior.

Wan Wenqing thought for a moment before saying, "Then I remember. The station organized a sample viewing, and the amusement park was indeed quite nice."

But even if a video is good, it doesn't guarantee it will be selected. You have to know that this kind of promotional video is not selected just for the beautiful scenery, as the conflicts of interest are very complicated.

He didn't tell Gu Wang about this until he heard his daughter ask, "Director Gu, can this be resolved this afternoon? Although grandma isn't afraid, I still think it's not good to hear those noises too much."

Wan Qingwen was stunned and looked at Gu Wang. He knew that his mother was always troubled by auditory hallucinations, and he had considered the possibility of the supernatural, but his job was special, and it would be bad if others knew about this.

But now, my daughter can just invite people home, which is much more convenient.

Gu Wang nodded and said, "Let's go and take a look in the afternoon, but there are still many things to prepare."

Fortunately, I brought the candle girl with me, otherwise I would have no idea where to find many things.

After they finished their meal and rested for a while, Gu Wang took the candle girl to process the incense they had bought. When they were all done, the sun was already halfway up the mountain, so they set off for the hillock.

Decades have passed, the mountains and rivers have returned to their splendor, and there are no traces of the artillery fire left here.

The hill was not high, but when they reached halfway up the hill, they could clearly feel the temperature drop.

Chang Xu squeezed closer to his girlfriend, wanting to get closer, but his girlfriend left him without hesitation and hid behind Gu Wang.

Chang Xu: In this situation, Master Gu does feel more secure than him!

Chang Xu simply squeezed in as well.

Wan Sui reacted and quickly followed.

Gu Wang turned around helplessly, and saw several people following him in a line like an eagle catching chicks.

After walking a few more steps, the sun had set, the light dimmed, and a strong wind blew on the mountain.

Zhou Tong lost her balance and fell to the side, nearly falling. She felt her wrist tighten, and someone grabbed her waist and gently placed her on the ground.

The candle girl smiled at her softly.

Zhou Tong felt the reliable touch of someone hugging her waist, and then looked at her boyfriend who wanted to save her but lost his footing and fell. She couldn't help but shed tears silently: The ghost girl is so reliable! I don't even want to be scared anymore!

Gu Wang, who was at the front, waved his hand slightly and said softly, "She's out."

As soon as he finished speaking, opera singing was heard from the hilltop.

The sound came suddenly, but... maybe because they had heard the story, they didn't find it scary.

How could someone who performed such a heroic feat in his lifetime harm others after his death?

Several people climbed to the top of the mountain and finally saw the somewhat illusory shadow.

Her face was slightly grimy, and she was clad in a plain costume and armor. The prop master, spear in hand, stood atop the hill, sword drawn, like a true general, glaring angrily at the front: "I am here, who dares to attack me?"

With the sound of a cannon, she maintained her furious expression and turned into millions of pieces, scattering in every corner of the hill.

The ground was stained red with blood.

However, in just a moment, she appeared on the top of the mountain again.

The majestic opera voice sounded again: "Hearing that the villains have committed crimes against the country, I put on my military uniform, went to the battlefield, and sacrificed my life for my country——"

After a wonderful display of spear fighting, she thrust her spear forward and glared at the front again, "I am here, who dares to attack me?"

She repeated her heroic death over and over again, guarding the territory time and time again... No, she didn't look like a general, she was a general!