Soon, Fang Xiuyun found that she could not control her body.
Fang Zhiyi decided to abide by the laws of Chinese horror. After all, there are not many opportunities to become a ghost.
"What do you mean by good and evil will eventually be rewarded~"
"The ink on the underworld book has disappeared!"
"An ant array emerged from the copper coin's eyes~"
"The Judge's Pen breaks into a Soul-Catching Dart~"
Fang Zhiyi suddenly burst into laughter: "Hahahahahahaha!"
The audience in the audience were all dumbfounded. How could a man's voice come out of this woman's mouth?
Fang Zhiyi pointed at Mr. Ma who was sitting in the back and said, "Mr. Ma, come here and see~" He slowly came out from Fang Xiuyun, revealing his true appearance: an actor wearing a robe but covered in blood, with the makeup on his face half stained red by the blood.
"Do I come like an old friend?"
"Host, you are really good at it?" Xiao Hei applauded.
"In ancient times, there was really nothing to do except go to operas everywhere. I learned all this before."
Ma Yuanwai's eyes widened, and he pointed at Fang Zhiyi with a trembling hand: "You! You! You're still here! Someone come! Someone come!"
Some older people in the audience also recognized the ghost.
Suddenly the audience was in chaos.
Fang Zhiyi just looked at them with a smile on his face, then locked onto his target and flicked his sleeves. A fleeing man covered his neck and slowly fell to the ground. Blue spots appeared on his body, and he twisted his body a few times before dying.
Then comes the first and the third.
Xiao Hei pointed out, "The one behind! He also beat the original owner!"
The fourth one.
"Brother Zhiyi! It's me!" Fang Xiuyun ran out. It seemed that the old boss told her her life experience and why her surname was Fang.
"I'm the baby girl you saved!"
Fang Zhiyi stopped what he was doing and just looked at her.
Mr. Ma was already frightened. He pointed at Fang Xiuyun and gasped for breath. It seemed that he could not say his lines.
Fang Zhiyi did not attack him. After all, it would be too easy for him if the old man died like this.
Fang Xiuyun thought her words had worked. She confidently stood in front of Fang Zhiyi, opened her arms, and looked at him firmly: "Brother Zhiyi, the opera says that wronged souls should turn to good. You can't hurt people anymore!"
Fang Zhiyi wanted to slap her, but was afraid of getting his hands dirty.
Seeing Fang Zhiyi's hesitation, Fang Xiuyun continued, "I've already let it go. Brother Zhiyi, can you let it go too?"
Fang Zhiyi subconsciously looked down at his own somewhat transparent body, silently muttering to himself, "Be cultured!" Then he looked up and said with a sad smile, "Oh? Let it go? I exchanged my life for yours, and you tell me you let it go?"
There was a sadness in his voice, which made everyone who heard it couldn't help but look at Fang Xiuyun.
Fang Xiuyun was speechless for a moment.
Fang Zhiyi continued to speak, pointing to the river not far away: "Do you remember how cold the water in that river was?"
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