A Green Dragon Crescent Blade was placed across the gate!
Sixth Brother's figure appeared at the gate, and standing behind him were all the members of the Liu Family Clan. They looked at the people in front of them with hatred.
It was these bandits who came to their own country, burning, killing, looting and committing all kinds of atrocities. Their hateful court saw these people kneeling down and begging for mercy, while their compatriots were brutally ravaged and had no chance to resist at all.
Since we are all going to die, let’s die happily.
Let these fires burn even more fiercely, and let all the people here be buried with them!
They have no lofty ideals, they just want to exchange their lives for others' and make these bandits stay here and never leave.
"Kill, kill them! As long as we are here, no one can seize our land, and no one can ravage our compatriots..."
The Sixth Brother raised the Qinglong Yanyue Sword in his hand and chopped off the head of the general holding the Japanese sword with one stroke. Then, the followers of the Japanese pirates who rushed up desperately kept pouring towards this side!
There was a flash of fire in the thick smoke. Someone from the Liu family poured oil on himself and rushed towards the robbers, including the beautiful Seventh Sister.
She would rather be consumed by fire than be defiled by those bandits.
"Seventh sister, wait for me!"
The sixth brother shouted "Seventh sister" and rushed towards the robbers. He poured oil on himself and fell down while hugging the robbers.
It was like hell on earth, the fire was burning fiercely, and the song was still playing on Zhang Fan's phone.
"People in the audience walked away without seeing the old color
The people on the stage sang a heartbreaking farewell song
Love is hard to write
She must sing with blood
Who is the guest when the curtain rises and falls?
The sleeves rise and fall in one scene
Singing about sorrow and joy, separation and reunion has nothing to do with me..."
A sad song sounded, and looking at the flames rising to the sky in the distance, Zhang Fan's heart seemed to be twisted into a ball. He frowned, and Bai Wuchang on the side quickly stood up, and Hua Yueying also stood up, her eyes fixed on the Seventh Sister.
Xu Zijun also opened his mouth wide at this time and didn't drink a sip of the rice wine in the bowl.
He rubbed his eyes. Was the redness caused by the spicy pepper?
"Do you want me to go take a look?"
Bai Wuchang bent down again and looked at Zhang Fan with some worry, because since the very beginning when Xiaojie and the others appeared, Bai Wuchang was already very aware of the people outside who were setting up the stage to perform.
None of them are human beings; they are all spirits who have been dead for many, many years.
Xu Zijun and the others could tell from the long braids that they were ancient people who had died many years ago, and at that time he finally understood that those ancient people had been dead for a long time.
Tonight's trajectory is similar to their activities in life.
Obviously, this was not the first time such a thing had happened, so the boss insisted on forcing them to leave, even locking them up in the kitchen like they were in prison, and not daring to come out like quails.
Because they must have experienced something like this and know that these are dead people.
"Go and bring Xiao Liuzi, Cao Er, and Qi Jie over here and ask them why they didn't go to the underworld. Did something happen? Why did this guest have such a good meal but ended up causing such a scene?"
No wonder there are no lights in this place after dark and no one dares to walk around here.
Which ordinary person is not afraid of attracting these unclean things?
But Zhang Fan is not an ordinary person, and he is not afraid. He is just curious and a little moved by this group of once lowly actors. The country is in ruins but the mountains and rivers remain. The former Qing queen Cixi could escape from the Forbidden City with a group of people.
But what about these ordinary people?
They are suffering a lot. To be able to exchange one life for another is already a common man's anger and a struggle against the injustice of fate. Apart from these, they are really powerless.
Bai Wuchang went out.
He used to be a ghost messenger, and he also had a soul-calling mirror in his hand. Just because of this thing, no one in the three realms could be presumptuous in front of him.
Of course, Bai Wuchang did not make things difficult for those people. He just politely brought Xiao Liuzi, who was still wearing costumes, and Seventh Sister Cao Erdeng over, as well as the boss who was already trembling with fear in the kitchen.
When they saw Xiao Liuzi and the others walking into his small restaurant with respect and fear, his eyes turned white and he fell backwards. He fainted and then he knew nothing.
It was so scary. Those spirits actually came in. They came in...
The sound of opera singing was still echoing in the restaurant. There were no lights, only a little light from two mobile phones, but that light was enough to see the faces of the people in front of him clearly.
"Cao Er, how many people are there in your Liu Clan?"
Zhang Fan's voice was very flat when he asked the question, but Cao Er in front of him looked at him with great fear and answered respectfully.
"There are a total of 128 people. Excluding the three who left, there are still 125 people left!"
The three people who left, Xiaojie and the others, should be Xiaoliuzi and Cao Erdeng who deliberately left some blood for the old boss. They were all determined to die, so they deliberately lit so many lanterns.
He deliberately scolded Xiao Jie and the others, telling them to never say that they were from the Liu Clan after they left, because the Liu Clan had burned hundreds of robbers to death, which was a horrific disaster at the time.
Anyone who has anything to do with them will be beheaded.
They sent Xiaojie away because they wanted to save his life, not to kill him.
"When did you leave?"
"The twenty-sixth year of the Guangxu period!"
Cao Er agreed and said, "Oh, that year the Old Summer Palace was burned down by those bandits, the country was destroyed and the families were ruined. These little people at the bottom of society were also struggling. It has been more than a hundred years."
"What happened recently that made you still perform here?"
These people have been dead for more than a hundred years. They certainly would not have been like they are now, performing operas every day. This kind of situation certainly did not last long, otherwise it would have spread throughout Jiangcheng.
And judging from the fact that only locals knew about this, they must have been making trouble for a short time. Nothing happened for a hundred years, but something happened recently. There must be a reason. And there must be a reason why they haven't been reincarnated in all these years!
"I don't know. We don't know either. We all couldn't escape from the fire, and we have been sleeping all these years. Then, we woke up for some reason, and then we started to sing. As for why we woke up, we don't know either..."
The person who said this was Xiao Liuzi. He seemed to know better than others that they had been gone for a long time.
Because you can see a lot of different people, wearing different clothes and styles from them, living, eating and hanging out nearby!
It was completely different from what he remembered.
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