Some even shouted, "Fight!"
Seeing Fang Zhiyi was about to die, the old class teacher finally couldn't help but rushed out: "Hello, gentlemen, stop fighting, he is about to die!"
Hearing this, the burly men hesitated for a moment and turned to look at Mr. Ma. Mr. Ma saw that Fang Zhiyi had not removed her makeup and her face was mostly stained red with blood. Blood was also flowing from the corners of her eyes. She was staring at him intently. Mr. Ma couldn't help but feel a little scared. He snorted coldly, turned around and left. Seeing this, several thugs followed her.
The villagers who came to watch the fun left.
Fang Zhiyi died that same day, and the old troupe, out of nostalgia for the old times, asked several martial artists from the troupe to carry him out for funeral that night. Because there was a custom in their hometown that if an actor died suddenly, the funeral had to be held at night, otherwise it would be unlucky.
But when everyone came back from the mass grave, the old troupe member thought of the baby girl. Seeing Fang Zhiyi risking his life to save the baby girl, he hardened his heart and left with the troupe before daybreak.
The horrific incident happened on the seventh day after Fang Zhiyi's death, which was also the seventh night. Suddenly, the sound of opera singing was heard on the town stage. However, the troupe had left a few days ago. A night watchman went over to take a look out of curiosity, and saw a man standing on the stage, wearing blood-stained sleeves, singing a song to himself.
"The moon is crescent, the boat is rocking, don't be afraid of the cold river~"
The night watchman died in front of the stage, his body covered with blue spots.
There are rumors in the town that the actor has returned and he is back to seek revenge.
Soon the rumor was confirmed. Every seven days, someone would sing on the stage, and many wet footprints would appear from the stage entrance to the backstage, as if someone was walking back and forth. As long as the singing started, someone would die.
First came Zhao Si, the villager who reported the news to the Ma family, and who watched Fang Zhiyi rescue the baby girl. Then came a thug who had attacked Fang Zhiyi. One person died every seven days, and the deaths were all extremely horrific.
The whole town was in panic, but Fang Zhiyi was unlucky. A wandering Taoist priest came to Qinghe Town, took money from the Ma family, and then performed a ritual to seal the stage. From that day on, there was no sound of opera performances, and no one died.
However, this Taoist was robbed and killed by bandits on the way.
Eighteen months later, everyone in the town had almost forgotten about this event. Ma Xiaolou, the son of Mr. Ma, thought that his father would soon be seventy-nine, so he had to hold a grand celebration. So he spent money to invite a famous opera troupe from another place, and also had the town stage renovated. As for those legends, he didn't believe them.
The stage was open, and the troupe arrived, but the troupe leader was a little worried. He said to Fang Xiuyun with a hint of meaning, "You should come and see this place."
Fang Xiuyun didn't know what this meant until the show started that night. She had just sung one line when she felt her body was no longer under her control.
The play, which was originally intended to be auspicious and celebrate birthdays, instantly changed its meaning.
"Seven sleeves are used to tie the rope of injustice, and ten pieces of stage are used as coffins~"
Fang Xiuyun was terrified, but she couldn't control her mouth, and she cried out: "Earth, how can you be the earth if you can't tell good from evil! Heaven, you don't deserve to be the heaven if you can't judge the wise from the foolish!" Her voice exuded a chill that made the villagers below the stage tremble.
The old class teacher behind the scenes raised his hand tremblingly: "It's him... It's him!"
Fang Zhiyi finally found a chance to release all the resentment. After he finished singing the opera, he started killing. Only then did the villagers know that the legend was true, and the wronged soul of the opera actor still lingered here!
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