Chapter 47 A forced melon is not sweet, but it quenches thirst

Arriving at an underground parking lot in a residential complex, the man stopped the car and said to the girl, "You go up first, I'll go up in 10 minutes."

The girl didn't take it seriously: "Why should I be afraid? We don't live on the same floor."

"You have to be careful though. It's more exciting to be sneaky like this."

The two of them were in the car, unable to resist getting close to each other. As they were touching each other, a head suddenly appeared behind the girl: "Such a fun game, can I join in?"

The ambiguous atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing point because of this sentence.

Looking at the head that popped out, the foundation on the face was as white as snow, and the pink rouge looked particularly glaring. The pair of slanted eyebrows were deep into the temples, and the black eyeliner was also carefully drawn. The eyes moved around with a hint of refusal and welcome, and the eyebrows and eyes were full of affection.

She was clearly smiling, but her eyes were filled with sarcasm and mockery, and her blood-red lips were slightly curled up, like a ghost ready to devour anyone.

Two loud screams erupted from the car: "Ghost!!"

"There's a ghost!"

Two people crawled out of the car, one fell to the ground and the other hit the pillar next to them. Both of them seemed to feel no pain and ran forward desperately, just wanting to get away from the car.

A layer of black fog rose in the garage, making it impossible to see the road ahead. The two of them suddenly lost their way and had to stop, hugging each other in fear.

There was a clattering sound of footsteps coming from behind, as if afraid that they couldn't hear, so the sound was made very loud, and every step seemed to step on their heartbeats.

The two men were so frightened that they retreated tremblingly until their backs felt cold and they had nowhere to retreat. A pair of cold hands, one on each side, grabbed their necks and said in a low, beckoning voice, "Only one of you can survive. Run away."

The cold hands gently pushed the two forward. After losing control, the man and woman looked at each other and pushed each other at the same time!

Unfortunately, women can never compare to men in strength, let alone in such a life-and-death situation.

The man pushed the woman over fiercely and said as he ran away: "Didn't you say you loved me? Die!"

"You scumbag! Bastard!" The woman was thrown heavily to the ground. She got up tremblingly and stumbled after him. "You will die a horrible death!"

The man didn't even dare to look back. As he was running, he was suddenly grabbed by an invisible hand. No matter how he ran, he was stuck in the same place and couldn't move at all.

He watched in horror as the woman behind him caught up to him. Just as she was about to run ahead of him, he suddenly reached out, grabbed the woman, and hugged her tightly: "Let's die together! Don't go!"

"Are you fucking crazy?" The woman was not to be trifled with, and she immediately started fighting with the man, kicking and shoving him. Both sides were yelling at the other to die, and no one wanted to fall behind.

Looking at their ugly appearance, the female ghost said: "Love is so thin as paper, it will break if it is torn."

This sentence seems to be mocking the person in front of him, but also seems to be mocking himself, secretly cursing his past self.

Watching them fighting each other for more than half an hour, with wounds all over their bodies and no strength to fight anymore, the female ghost raised her finger, and the bodies of the two were pulled over by the ghost energy. After choosing, the female ghost still chose to possess the woman's body.

As she walked away, the woman's shoe sole stepped on the man's face, leaving a black shoe print on his face like a brand.

If the evil spirit is not removed, the shoe print will always be on his face.

As for the body she is using now, it is not a good one anyway. If it is broken, she can just change to another one.

The underground garage was still in front of me, and all the illusions disappeared. All that was left was the scumbag with black shoe prints on his face, unconscious.

Half an hour later, the woman was staggering on the street, looking up at the starry sky. She had forgotten many things, but she remembered that the stars she had seen before were much brighter than they were now.

Where did she live? She couldn't remember, but it certainly wasn't that cold collection room.

She remembered that she could sing opera. There were many people where she lived, and it must be an opera troupe.

Thinking of this, the three words "Fuxiang Class" suddenly popped up in my mind.

In a trance, she saw a theater in the distance, which cheered her up, like a child who had been away from home for many years and saw the direction of home. She walked towards the theater excitedly.

In her memory, there seemed to be a cloth shop here, a tea house here, a pawn shop here, a fortune teller here, and a wonton stall here... Memories are like stones hidden under the tide, emerging from the water bit by bit. Although she doesn't remember much, the three words "Fuxiang Class" are enough to fill her whole body with strength.

As she walked, the scenery behind her changed completely...

After the logistics staff discovered the anomaly, they immediately sent a message to Duan Anluo: "We found the female ghost who is the same as the doll, but we didn't find the puppet itself."

Duan Anluo praised: "You are really capable. You found the soul so quickly!"

The logistics staff was embarrassed by the praise: "She's making quite a fuss. Now she's entered a theater. The whole street is under her ghost domain. She must be trying to perform."

In this case, the entire street will be closed off, and if they can't find it, they can stop doing it.

"Opera?" Duan Anluo instantly perked up when he heard the word. He said excitedly, "Send me the address quickly. I'll go and listen."

The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, then said helplessly: "...Master Duan, you are not here to listen to the opera, you are here to deal with her."

"Oh, yes, I'll go and take care of it. As long as she doesn't hurt anyone else, you don't have to stop her. Let her sing and wait for me to come over." Duan Anluo patted Si Cang's arm, "Creditor, get up, let's go to the opera."

For Duan Anluo, watching TV series and science fiction blockbusters are not as beautiful as the soft Wu dialect and humming sounds on the stage. It is a love that is engraved in his bones.

Si Cang opened his eyes, raised his hand to touch the knife on the bedside, chopped it directly, and went back to sleep.

Duan Anluo grabbed him and said, "I want to live."

Si Cang frowned, his voice low and deep as if he had just woken up: "Catch him and bring him back to perform?"

"Yes, have you ever seen a puppet that can sing? I don't let her sing for nothing. I pay her a salary every day."

Si Cang looked at the light in his eyes and understood that it was the old antique's genes that were activated. The old antique was a drama fan.

Duan Anluo also wanted to take some gold ingots and big gold bars, but was stopped by Si Cang. It was too troublesome, so it would not be too late to catch them and give them back later.

Qi You heard the noise and ran out sleepily: "Master, I'm going too."

"You go to sleep at home. Children can't stay up late, otherwise they won't grow tall." Duan Anluo was dragged away by Si Cang after he said that. The knife didn't fall. If the piece of wood was obedient, he would take it back to raise it. If it was disobedient, he would chop it to death on the spot.

By the time they arrived at the theater, the entire street had been sealed off. It had to be sealed off because the yin energy was too strong.

Under the influence of the female ghost, the entire street was assimilated into an ancient long street. Standing at the intersection, you can see the noisy night scene in the street.

On the bluestone slabs, shadowy figures appeared: mules loaded with cloth, porters carrying mountain products, and farmers carrying fresh vegetables, all walking into the street one after another.

Lanterns were hung on the shops on both sides, and under the eaves hung signs selling silk, tea, medicine, and pawnshops. They swayed slightly in the wind, adding a touch of casualness.

An old man, carrying a bundle of straw on his shoulder, with bright red candied haws on it, shouted loudly: "Honey-coated mountain red, so sweet that it will make your teeth fall out!"

Next to her, an auntie was pushing a creaking little wooden cart. The lid of the pot was lifted, and the hot white steam wrapped in the aroma of wontons whetted the taste buds of passers-by.

The fortune-telling stall in the corner, the peddler selling flower drums, the children laughing and chasing each other... This street is so real that it makes your scalp tingle.

The logistics staff noticed Duan Anluo staring silently inside, her face full of nostalgia. They went over and reminded her worriedly, "This female ghost has no intention of killing anyone right now, but her abilities are too terrifying. If she were to use them to kill someone, the consequences would be disastrous. We must get rid of her before dawn and restore traffic."

Duan Anluo stood on the bluestone slab, taking in the surroundings, his lips curled up slightly: "Don't worry, we'll definitely be able to resolve it before dawn."

He turned around and looked at Si Cang who was standing by the car: "Come with me to take a look?"

Before he could finish his words, ghost energy spread and Duan Anluo, who was standing at the street corner, was instantly swallowed up.

Before the logistics staff could react, a figure flashed by and Si Cang, who was standing a few meters away, followed them in.

Duan Anluo gave a thumbs up: "It's really fast."

Si Cang has become immune to his habit of praising everyone he meets: "Follow closely, I won't look for you if you get lost."

Duan Anluo patted Si Cang's body, leaving a mark: "Don't worry, I will find you if you get lost, creditor."

Si Cang raised the corner of his mouth subconsciously. This mouth never suffers any loss.

After they had walked a few steps, they felt the wind on the street had become much stronger. The children playing on the street disappeared in the blink of an eye. The vendors were busy with their own business as before, but their eyes were all looking at the two of them intentionally.

The yin energy grew heavier, and the sky became darker.

Duan Anluo raised his hand and saluted: "Miss, we are here to listen to the opera. We hope you will forgive us for disturbing you."

The cold wind swirled around the two of them for a few times before dissipating. An ethereal female voice rang out overhead: "Fuxiang Class welcomes our two distinguished guests."

Duan Anluo sent the three words "Fuxiang Troupe" to the logistics department and asked them to investigate what had happened to this troupe before.

The yin energy here is too strong, and I don’t know if it can be released. I can only believe that high technology can overcome all obstacles and not be afraid of the yin energy.

After walking more than 200 meters in, Duan Anluo saw a three-story building with a big sign hanging on it: Fuxiang Class.

The audience was already full of people. Duan Anluo pulled Si Cang inside, found a private room closest to the stage, and pushed the door open.

Seeing Si Cang's puzzled look, Duan Anluo explained: "This kind of place is for rich people, ordinary people won't come here. If someone comes in later, you knock him out."

"You know so much."

"Of course, I'm a frequent visitor to the opera troupe." Duan Anluo thought to himself, there's so much more you don't know. Not only is he a frequent visitor to the opera troupe, he also knows many courtesans. Many of these women are more talented and scheming than men, but unfortunately, they have bad luck. They fight to survive, but they are like duckweed in the water, with no good end.

As soon as the two sat down, the waiter brought a pot of tea. Duan Anluo smelled it and said, "Good tea."

Unfortunately, they are all fake and cannot be drunk.

On the stage, the sounds of the jinghu, erhu and yueqin intertwined to produce a sad melody. Tonight's performance was "Farewell My Concubine".

The protagonist came on stage with delicate steps, and the costume embroidered with peonies sparkled under the lights. The actor was very professional, and every movement was as smooth as flowing water. When the sleeves fluttered, it seemed as if thousands of sorrows were flowing.

Two thousand years ago, Yu Ji, who was about to say goodbye to her beloved forever, had a sad and resolute look in her eyes.

Duan Anluo took a look and realized something was wrong. The puppet mask he saw was the face of a Hua Dan. Why was the female ghost character a Qing Yi?

But this girl sings Qingyi really well!

Duan Anluo's hands were itching to grab something, so he deserved a reward.

The actor who played Xiang Yu had a loud and deep voice, and his eyes were full of affection and sadness.

Yu Ji's voice is clear and melodious, expressing her deep affection for Xiang Yu vividly.

The sword shone like water, and every movement she made was extremely precise, with a feminine softness. Her body drew graceful arcs in the air, and the woman's body she possessed let out a "crunching" scream. Since it was not her own body, she did not feel sorry at all.

The play lasted for forty minutes. At the end, Yu Ji committed suicide and slowly fell down. Her sleeves spread out like petals, and thunderous applause broke out in the theater.

Duan Anluo reached out and touched Si Cang: "Did you bring anything valuable?"

Silver, jade pendants, anything is fine.

This touch reached Si Cang's waist.

It was a hot day, and Si Cang was only wearing a black short-sleeved T-shirt on his upper body. It was such a thin layer that it could not block Duan Anluo's hand at all, and this hand touched the muscles on his waist.

Duan Anluo felt that the touch was so good that he touched it again. What should he eat to practice it? He also wanted to eat.

Si Cang pinched his wrist, his face darkening: "If you touch me again, I'll throw you down."

"Hahaha~ I'm sorry." Duan Anluo changed his hand, patted Si Cang's waist, and smiled with his eyes bent. I'm sorry, I still dare.

Si Cang looked at his bright smiling face, and the corners of his mouth curled up. He flicked the back of Duan Anluo's hand with his finger, asking him to be obedient.

The figures on the stage disappeared, leaving only Yu Ji, who eyed Duan Anluo and Si Cang suspiciously. It was strange; she couldn't see through them at all.

After everyone in the audience had left, the female ghost walked to the door of the private room and said, "You two, aren't you leaving yet?"

Duan Anluo pushed a chair over and said, "Girl, let's sit down and talk. You're almost ruining this body."

The ghost in the woman's body chuckled a few times: "Anyway, she's not a good person. Lend it to me for a while. I'll return it to her at dawn."

Duan Anluo didn't say anything. Judging from the woman's face, she had a pair of dove eyes, was greedy and lustful, had unstable behavior, was hypocritical and dishonest, and would stab anyone who treated her well. She was not trustworthy... She was definitely not a good person, so he just used her.

The female ghost glanced at the two of them. Duan Anluo looked easy to talk to, but there was always a dangerous aura about him, and there was a suffocating feeling that you would be swallowed up if you got close to him.

Her eyes fell on Si Cang: "What is this young master's name?"

Si Cang frowned and was about to raise his hand, but Duan Anluo instantly held him down, "Don't do it! Let's talk!"

He gave a kind smile: "Girl, he has a family, he can't talk to you."

Si Cang looked at Duan Anluo's nonsense with complicated eyes. What he said was too natural. Coupled with the two people's hands clasped together, the female ghost saw the red string that tied their souls and asked in shock: "You..."

Duan Anluo nodded: "Yeah, I'm jealous. I'm prettier than you, taller than you, and richer than you. He doesn't want to chat with you."

Before the other party could get angry, Duan Anluo said, "How about you consider me? He's not jealous. I'll talk to you...hiss!"

There was a sudden pain in his leg, and Duan Anluo glared at Si Cang in dissatisfaction: Why are you pinching me?

The corners of Si Cang's mouth twitched, and he pinched it subconsciously. Who told you to talk nonsense?

The ghost girl said regretfully, "Forget it, you stinky men are so boring."

She sat on a chair, poured herself a cup of tea, and took a sip slowly: "You are with those people who are staring at me outside, right? Go away. I don't want to offend the people in the government office, so don't bother me."

"Sister, your presence has already affected ordinary people. This street has been closed for you." Duan Anluo calmly reasoned with her, "Come with me. I really like to listen to opera. When we get back, I'll put up a sign for you and worship you. I'll burn costumes for you every month and give you money. I can also help you find an audience."

The female ghost was stunned. How could such a good thing happen?

Then she laughed at herself and said, "Good-looking men are the best at deceiving people."

She didn't know why she had this idea, but she subconsciously felt that good-looking people were untrustworthy.

"That's true. You can't generalize." Duan Anluo raised his hand and swore, "I, Duan An, never lie."

Si Cang pursed his lips, his eyes complicated. Duan An? Duan Anluo could even deceive ghosts!

The female ghost looked at Duan Anluo with clear and bright eyes, without a trace of frivolity. He just wanted to listen to the opera. Did he really want to take her away?

The female ghost chuckled and asked in a complicated tone, "Aren't you afraid that he will be jealous?"

Duan Anluo waved his hand: "No, you sing for me and I'll pay you. He's not a Laba garlic, can he soak himself in vinegar?"

Si Cang's fingers stroked the handle of the knife. Just cut it. Who knows what Duan Anluo will say later.

Duan Anluo noticed his impatience and whispered, "We should insist on voluntary participation. A forced melon is not sweet."

Si Cang: "But it quenches my thirst."

Duan Anluo was stunned. What you said makes a lot of sense!

He finally asked, "Will you come with me?"

The ghost girl stood up, she didn't trust them.

Before she could say the word of refusal, Duan Anluo and Si Cang already knew what she meant. They both acted at the same time. Si Cang pressed the woman's shoulders with his scabbard. At the moment of freezing, Duan Anluo's hands were dancing with spiritual energy. He accurately found the soul of the female ghost, captured the soul, and locked the soul. The talisman pressed down from the top of her head. Duan Anluo pulled it out, and the moment the female ghost came out, the talisman fell down and landed right on the ghost's head. Control!

The female ghost was tied up tightly before she could use any of her abilities.

As for the body she borrowed, it fell limply. Duan Anluo raised his foot and blocked the back of the other person's head when it hit the ground, so as to avoid being blamed for the death.

At the same time, the spiritual energy under Si Cang's feet spread out, and the black flames directly broke through the ghost domain. The ghost street disappeared, and this was the inside of the theater. Except for them, there was no one else.

The logistics team guarding outside immediately rushed in: "Clean up the streets! Eliminate all traces! Restore traffic before dawn!"

The female ghost was going crazy, gritting her teeth and cursing, "You! Shameless!"

If she learned the words we use now, she would definitely scold me for being unsportsmanlike!

Without even a word of greeting, they both attacked simultaneously! They coordinated like one person, shameless! Too shameless!

Duan Anluo bowed apologetically: "Sorry, I offended you."

The resentment within the ghost girl rose up and passed through the spiritual power ropes on her body to Duan Anluo, who then absorbed it completely. Duan Anluo apologized again: "I'm sorry, I accept it."

The female ghost felt her power gradually disappearing, and looked at Duan Anluo in horror: "...Are you a human or a ghost?"

Duan Anluo smiled and said, "Of course it's a human. If it were someone else, I wouldn't tell you so much. In order to protect ordinary people, I can only choose to kill you."

The ghost girl said sarcastically: "Killing me is useless. As long as my original body is still there, I can be resurrected in this body."

At this time, her tone paused. She felt that her body was moved by someone and was moving quickly. She moved, but the spiritual energy on her body became tighter and tighter, and she could not go back!

At this time, Duan Anluo received a message: Master Duan, we have found the real body and will send it to you right away.

Duan Anluo was relieved. The mission was completed and he could collect his money.

Looking at the female ghost again, she was already crying out of anger.

Duan Anluo felt embarrassed. Late at night, he and Si Cang, two grown men, inexplicably felt guilty about bullying a girl, even though she was a female ghost.

Duan Anluo began to shift the blame: "Si Cang, you made her cry."

Si Cang asked back, "Didn't you say to take him back?"

"You said a forced melon quenches thirst."

Si Cang: “…”

Immediately afterwards, Duan Anluo received another piece of information: the past of the Fuxiang class.

When I clicked on it, I found out that the incident happened a hundred years ago, not too long ago.

After glancing down at the information, Duan Anluo subconsciously moved closer to the phone screen, suspecting that he had seen it wrong.

He looked at the ghost girl, then at the information, and leaned close to Si Cang and asked in a low voice, "Could the logistics team have found the wrong information?"

Si Cang turned his head, the corner of his mouth almost brushing Duan Anluo's ear. He raised his head back and said, "Normally, no, what's wrong?"

Duan Anluo pointed at the words above and asked: "How do you pronounce this word?"

Si Cang looked strange: "Male."

Duan Anluo looked at the crying female ghost again: "Gender, male? You are a male! If I had known you were a male, why would I have wasted my time talking to you!"

The female ghost was also confused, huh?