Chapter 247

"And that bastard actually treated me like his own mother, asking me for this and that and complaining that I was controlling him. Ugh!"

"Uh...anyway, it's okay as long as you think it through."

"That's right, as for the bride, some people treat her as their wife, while others treat her as their mother..."

"Stop! Let's not talk about such horrible things, okay? Let's talk about something else. For example, will we find another one next to us while we're walking..."

"Shut up! What you are doing is the most terrifying, okay?" It is better to believe it than not to believe it. It's okay to talk nonsense at other times, but if you do it at this time, aren't you afraid of getting something real?

Ji Qiang chose a mask of an evil god. The Nuo mask looked particularly terrifying in the night, and the black clothes and black cloak made it inconspicuous at night. It looked like a group of evil ghosts and ghost messengers with their heads in mid-air approaching the villains little by little. Except for the natives who originally intended to make trouble, the other natives in the yard lay on the ground and did not dare to get up. Those who were too stiff to lie down closed their eyes and tried to brainwash themselves by talking to themselves, hoping that they would not remember being afraid of this matter.

At this moment, they really wanted to run away, but the rumors from the previous funerals told them that if they were dealt with this time, it would still be considered a settlement. But if they couldn't help but beat and scold the person in front of them and then ran away...

A certain villain who once escaped and was caught: At first, I was proud and relieved when I escaped successfully. Later, I lived like a frightened bird until I was caught... When I was caught at first, I thought I could finally be free, but later I found that I relaxed too early.

Ji Qiang: My death is just talk. You are the ones who are really dead. Why are you running? You can run away when you are reincarnated, you bastards!

Because the prop well where Lu Di sat took up a lot of space, she could only stay at the outermost edge of the group of players. Although it was fun to see those people being scared like quails, she was also very scared. If she was not worried about being left behind, she would have wanted to plug both ears: Why are the noises of everyone imitating ghost screams so realistic and so penetrating? It's so scary... Ah, why does her scream echo in the well? It's even more terrifying!

The native raised his head slightly, then quickly lowered it again: "Ahh! When did a well appear in the yard? There's a humming sound inside. Is it a female ghost? Spare my life! I don't deserve the death penalty, do I?"

Ji Qiang noticed that the performance of the prop well was surprisingly good, but the player in the well never popped his head out. It was obvious that he was too timid to bear it, so he did not make things difficult for her. Instead, he put his hands behind his back and made a gesture.

The player who was preparing the dry ice sprayer in the atmosphere group became excited when he saw this gesture. He immediately put the prop in his hand into his friend's hand, ran quietly to the back of the prop well, pulled his long hair to the front, lowered his head, hunched his back, and lay on top of the prop well, making a slow climbing motion, while elegantly showing off his hands with black manicure and old-age makeup.

Seeing that the actors were in place, in order not to waste the performance, Ji Qiang directly pried open the head of one of the natives, forcing him to look up and look towards the prop well.

"Gah!" The unfortunate native looked at the head with long flowing hair that appeared above the wellhead, and the hand that was exactly the same as the illustration of the tree demon in the storybook. He made a "Gah!" sound, rolled his eyes, and fainted, and fell to the ground with a loud bang.

Another native who didn't dare to look up heard the sound and felt that it was familiar. He closed his eyes and stretched out his arm, tentatively touching the side: "Hey? Brother? Are you still there?"

Before Lu Di noticed, the player swiftly climbed down the well, avoiding scaring her allies. Having so much fun, she couldn't help but demonstrate the ghost steps she'd practiced so hard in real life but never had the chance to show off. Then, upon hearing someone faint nearby, another native, who had quietly opened his eyes a crack to see what was happening, also fainted, rolling his eyes: "Shit, this is real!"

Only one native remained seated on the stool, and she was the only one who could, for the moment, see eye to eye with the other players. A gust of night wind blew by, and the person swallowed, seemingly calmly tugging at his sleeve to block the goose bumps that broke out on his arms.

By this time, all the players had followed Ji Qiang into the courtyard and formed a circle around the group of natives, surrounding the one still sitting stiffly at the table, looking down at the person on the ground, afraid to look up. It had to be said that Ji Qiang's previous four funerals had set the stage for the performance. Although this was the first time for all the players to cooperate, the natives, after being baptized by the rumors of the previous funerals and Ji Qiang's threats of force, were quite cooperative. They retreated quickly, saving the players the trouble of dealing with unexpected situations.

However, with Ji Qiang's personality, how could she leave such a tough guy here... Bei Qiao subconsciously glanced at the brightly dressed person from behind the mask: He is dressed so conspicuously, and if he changes his clothes and hides in the darkness, it will be difficult to find him.

Although Ji Qiang was very imposing, in order to increase her sense of oppression, she actually came on stage with her arms around the players on both sides. The distance she walked before bending down to look down at the natives was completely like a space walk.

After Ji Qiang gave the signal, Bei Qiao, one of the supporting players, withdrew her arms from under the cloak, then stood sideways, holding the cloak with both arms outstretched. According to the script, she and the person next to her were to spread out the cloak and coordinate with the other person to exit the stage. Ji Qiang didn't reveal who this other person was, only saying that everyone shouldn't be surprised, and that she would be able to adapt if anything unexpected happened.

Bei Qiao: So, it should be the person in front of me, right?

"Who is this person? Why does he look different from the others?" The people inside the house watched the man in the yard unfold his cloak and immediately craned their necks to watch, eager to see what would happen next. The suona player had left at some point, and only the mournful, desolate sound of the music lingered in the air, as if the player had gone to play outside the walls.

"Maybe he's coordinating the performance? Don't you think that guy's movements look a little familiar..."

"Oh, yes, who is it?" I feel like I just saw him not long ago... It's strange, why haven't I seen this person's face before?

Ji Qiang didn't pay attention to what her friends were talking about, because she had a very important scene coming up. Seeing the right moment, Ji Qiang gave the sitting native a look: Three, two, one... your turn!

"You are all fake, this is too much to deceive people! I...ah! Let me go! Help..." After receiving the signal, the native who was originally sitting on the stool stood up and stretched out his hand to Ji Qiang, pretending to expose the play in front of him. Ji Qiang caught her palm, pinched the outer layer of clothes and pressed it to the ground with his backhand. The native was like a turtle without a vest, throwing away the smock and passing through the layers of cloaks, and crawling all the way to the prop well. The brightly colored smock she left in Ji Qiang's hand was stuffed into the soil by Ji Qiang and the expired meat stuffed by the players. Then, it was lightly stepped on by the strongest players. A large amount of blood instantly came out from under the originally brightly colored clothes, and a slight stench wafted out.

The only person who had the courage to resist was pressed into the ground in public and turned into a pool of flesh and blood. The other natives were so scared that they almost forgot to breathe. Some even peed on the spot. After being glared at by Ji Qiang with a look of disgust, he silently took out a scented powder that he bought from somewhere from his pocket and smeared it all over his pants.

The natives traveling with me: No, we are both cowards, so how come you are so outstanding?

The native who puts on perfume powder: On the importance of information and connections, eh, cheap things don’t get good things, why does this smell still a bit stinky?

When the native, frightened by Ji Qiang, stretched out his hands and asked to be tied up and taken to the government office, the native, who had taken off his outer coat, had already slipped into the house by the time his cloak blocked his view, bypassing the prop well. The people in the house finally recognized him and were a little surprised and a little confused.

"No wonder you kept your back to us just now. You were afraid of being recognized and affecting what happened next." Everyone withdrew their gaze, turned to look at the dark red bloodstains on the ground outside, and then looked at the acquaintance in front of them who was hesitant to speak. Suddenly, they understood: "Are you ready to leave?"

"Ah, I have to go, otherwise I will just be the nameless Yao Niang in my family all my life." The indigenous woman who had acted out a play with Ji Qiang was called Ruyi. This was the name everyone gave her. Her original name was Yao Niang. She came from a very remote village. She was once married to a man with a lot of land but a bad temper. After that man passed the imperial examination, she was kicked out of the house. On the way back to her parents' home, she accidentally met the friend in front of her.

"Is it really necessary to do this? You will become an illegal resident." The people present did not have the means to create a household registration like the players. If Ruyi chose to give up Yao Niang's identity, it would be equivalent to giving up her household registration.

"So what if I'm an illegal resident? It's better than being sold here and there. I'd rather die on the battlefield at the border than be beaten to death by a wild man." Ruyi adjusted her hair and looked back at the coat on the ground: What a pity for that coat, I spent a lot of money on it.

"Okay, since you've made up your mind..."

"Of course I've made up my mind. Even though we're only together for a month, I'm very grateful to have friends like you!" Ruyi stepped forward, hugged her friends, and said goodbye to everyone one by one. "My family will definitely come find me and sell me off. Just remember that Yao Niang is dead. You don't know her well, so there's no need to get entangled with them."

"Of course, our friend is Ruyi!" Everyone responded with warm hugs to Ruyi: "Ruyi, you will definitely be Ruyi in the future! Bon voyage!"

"Thank you, take care!"