Even though he knew that the ghosts on the stage were all old acquaintances and would not harm him, he could not resist the primitive fear of ghosts deep in the human heart. The village chief was so scared that he was trembling all over, and his face looked three times paler than the ghost's face.
The person kept leaning towards Shen Qiqi, wishing he could stick his whole body to her.
Shen Qiqi shook her head amusedly.
She gnawed off the last bit of meat from the braised pig's trotter, took a sip of wine, picked up a bowl, and poured wine into the bowl while comforting the village chief who was almost scared silly.
"Don't be afraid, uncle. Look at those people on the stage. You've watched them grow up. What's there to be afraid of? Besides, we're already listening to a play late at night. Isn't it okay? Come on, let's have some wine to keep the cold away."
village head:"……"
There is no need to drink wine to ward off the cold, but it can make people braver!
The village chief took the wine bowl, tilted his neck back, and drank it in a few gulps. Then he felt that the courage built up by a bowl of wine was not strong enough, so he held out the empty bowl to Shen Qiqi.
"Another bowl, please!"
Shen Qiqi: “…”
Shen Qiqi advised him, "Uncle, I think this wine is quite strong and has a strong aftereffect. You should drink less... Drinking too much will cause trouble!"
The village chief waved his hand: "Not enough, not enough, I know what it's like, I drink this wine often!"
“…” Shen Qiqi thought to herself, “But I don’t drink often.”
Once you leave this secret place, you don’t know when you’ll be able to drink such good wine again!
But since the village chief asked for it, she couldn't refuse.
Shen Qiqi had no choice but to pour him some more with a painful heart.
Of course, it wasn’t full, only half a bowl.
Fortunately, the village chief was so frightened at the moment that he didn't notice her little movements. He didn't even look at her and just tilted his head back to drink.
After drinking two bowls of wine, the village chief's pale face finally showed some color.
Unfortunately, this three-point blood color did not last long.
As the last aria fell, all the actresses in the troupe, including the Huadan, Laodan, Xiaosheng, Zhengsheng, Hualian, Choujue, and those who played gongs and drums, returned to the stage and stood in order of height.
Immediately afterwards, an old man without any costume was supported by a martial artist and tremblingly walked onto the stage. He glanced at the audience below and finally set his eyes on the village chief and grinned at him.
...The village chief almost laughed to death!
Fortunately, Shen Qiqi was prepared. Seeing that the village chief was about to roll his eyes, she hurriedly used her spiritual power to help him stabilize his spiritual platform. She put her index finger on her lips and made a soft "hush" sound. She lowered her voice and said to him, "Relax, be normal, don't scare them."
After saying this, she looked at the ghosts on the stage and lowered her voice even more.
"With so many ghosts, if they really start to attack, I can't defeat them alone. Not only will you and I die, but everyone in the village will be unable to escape."
village head:"……"
How dare you summon them all at once when you can’t defeat them!
The village chief's hair stood on end and he was almost scared to tears.
Shen Qiqi was busy cheering him up again.
"Going on stage and performing a grand opera for the villagers is their long-cherished wish. Their unfulfilled wishes in life have become an obsession in their hearts after death. As long as their obsession persists, their ghosts will not leave. The only way to make them leave voluntarily and reincarnate without harming them is to help them fulfill their long-cherished wish in life."
"Look, we've already taken the first ninety-nine steps. If we take this final step, it'll be good for you, me, and everyone else. If we can't finish it, then we'll all finish it together... Uncle, it's your choice, to go or not?"
Village Chief: "..." Does he have any choice? Does he dare not leave?
Perhaps it was because he knew there was no way out, or perhaps it was because of the desperate situation that inspired him to have courage. Of course, it could also be because of the bowl and a half of wine. In short, the village chief tried hard to steady his trembling body, then raised his hands and clapped, once, twice...
When the applause finally became continuous, the village chief shouted at the top of his voice: "Good! Good singing!"
The sound was even harsher than a broken gong.
But the ghosts on the stage were very happy to hear this, and they all grinned excitedly.
The village chief looked at the big, empty, black mouths on the stage. His blood froze and cold sweat poured down his forehead. He pinched his legs hard to prevent himself from fainting.
It was not until the ghosts on the stage turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared into the night that he rolled his eyes and fell to the ground with a bang!
Shen Qiqi: “!!!”
The person who built this secret place is so awesome!
It’s just a paper figure, but it’s filled with more emotions than a real person!
Shen Qiqi was filled with admiration in her heart. Just as she was about to pull up the frightened village chief, she suddenly saw darkness.
When she opened her eyes again, what she saw was the solemn and majestic hall.
Sitting on the jade chairs on both sides of the hall were all high-level cultivators with profound cultivation. Except for Immortal Zi Ling and her six senior brothers, Shen Qiqi had never seen the other five people.
But I think they should also be the elders of Wuji Sect.
The only place where all the elders of the Wuji Sect can gather together is the meeting hall.
Generally, disciples who pass the assessment will be sent to the meeting hall, where they will choose a master.
In fact, it is not correct to say that one chooses a master to follow. To be more precise, it should be the master who chooses the apprentice.
After all, being able to enter the Wuji Sect is already very good. There is no reason for them to choose their master. It is the master who chooses them.
Those who passed the assessment but were not wanted by the master in the end could only become outer disciples first and then look for opportunities to become disciples in the future.
So, after she came out of the secret realm, she was directly sent to the Wuji Sect's meeting hall?
As Shen Qiqi was thinking, more and more people continued to fall out from the void.
It seems that the other disciples have also finished their assessment.
I don’t know how Xie Beiming did in the exam.
Shen Qiqi quickly collected her thoughts and ran to the white light and shadow door that kept spitting people out, standing guard and staring at the door eagerly.
The elders of Wuji Sect: "..."
This was probably the first time that the elders had encountered such neglect, and they looked at each other in bewilderment.
One of the elders couldn't help but cough lightly.
Coughed again...
The Immortal Venerable coughed countless times before Shen Qiqi turned around to look at him.
"Immortal Venerable, do you have a sore throat? Why don't you try my medicine? It's very effective in curing itchy throats."
After Shen Qiqi finished speaking, she took out a pack of medicine from her bosom that she had just grabbed from the Wuwang space and ran over to give it to the other party.
The Immortal Venerable took the medicine bag, opened it, and his eyes suddenly lit up. He laughed heartily and said, "Good disciple, you are thoughtful, but these medicines can be made even better. For example, we can refine them into pills that are easier to swallow. What do you think? Don't you know how to make pills? Don't worry, I will teach you slowly in the future."
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