Chapter 197 Ten yuan for a handful of melon seeds, want some?



"Mother, is this the right place?" Ma Lihua asked again.

“That’s right, how could I make a mistake! Even if your grandma makes a mistake, I won’t.” Ma Hehua said confidently.

Ma Linghua: "……………………"

What to do when your hands are itchy?

Suddenly, dark figures sprang out from the ground in the village.

The three of them stared intently, and what else could it be but a ghost?

The snow-white ground illuminated the darkness, making the lamp on the pear blossom tree seem useless.

"They're out, but what are they doing?"

Ma Lihua looked at the ghosts and saw them gathered together, having a great time. Some even brought out stools from their homes, making the whole village feel eerie.

The ghosts in the village seemed to know each other, and they walked in groups, carrying stools, toward the village entrance.

“Let’s go, follow them.” Ma Linghua’s brows were furrowed.

The three followed behind the ghosts, watching the expectant and happy expressions on their faces.

"They must have gone to listen to music," Ma Hehua guessed.

Huiyan Village is not a very large village. There are some dilapidated fences around it. The only good thing is the road. There is a large open space at the entrance of the village, where a brand-new street lamp stands out incongruously from the dilapidated village.

"Clang clang clang... Ah... Eh... Eh..."

Before we even reached the dam, we heard a powerful and resonant opera performance, which sounded like someone practicing their voice.

Soon, the three arrived at the edge of the dam and saw countless ghosts sitting in the dam, their heads forming a dark, dense mass.

In the very center of the dam, a stage was set up, with several actors on it, and a ghost master playing gongs and drums on the side.

The most conspicuous was a fat, big-eared male ghost dressed in the attire of an old-fashioned landlord. At that moment, a male ghost dressed as a young scholar asked, "Master, when will we perform?"

The male ghost leader, with his small, squinty eyes, darted around and asked, "Has the Heart-Piercing Ghost King come?"

"They're here, still in the very front row, but..."

"But what?" he asked, frowning.

The young man quickly replied, "However, Qiu Sheng will play the role of the Heart-Piercing Ghost King."

The Ghost Master pondered for a moment, turning the jade thumb ring in his hand repeatedly. "Sigh! This is troublesome. Qiu Sheng... he's become the Ghost King too. Although he's in our troupe, whether he performs or not depends entirely on his mood!"

“Master, how about this…” The young man whispered something in the Ghost Master’s ear. The Ghost Master nodded repeatedly and finally smiled knowingly, “Hahaha! You’re the one who comes up with the idea.”

"Not at all, it's all thanks to your guidance, Master." The young man lowered his head, his eyes filled with malice.

"Qiu Sheng, Qiu Sheng, why are you better than me in everything, and why do you get all the attention, while I just live in your shadow? I'm going to destroy you!"

He smirked as he watched the Ghost Master go to find Qiu Sheng.

The three members of the Ma family saw everything clearly, but... what did it have to do with them! They should hurry up and drag Qiu Sheng out to put on a show!

They came to watch the show, not to meddle or try to save the world.

It has to be said that this gang of thieves is quite confident. The place where Qiu Sheng is located has everything. Even a shed is decorated as an exquisite room.

The ghost troupe leader stood outside the curtain and shouted, "Qiu Sheng! May I come in?"

"Come in!"

A cold, clear voice came from inside.

With a smile on his face, Ghost Master pulled back the curtain and went inside.

Looking at Qiu Sheng lying on his side on the bed, smoking a cigarette, his handsome face was frighteningly pale.

"Speak! What is it?" Qiu Sheng's clear and cool voice was very pleasant to listen to, with a hint of melodiousness. His opera voice was truly exceptional.

"Hehe! Um... Qiusheng! This Heart-Piercing Ghost King said that if you can sing a play for him, he will give you five ghost beads, and... and a Blood Bodhi." The Ghost Master's smile was somewhat lewd, but he was very respectful to Qiusheng.

Qiu Sheng paused in his smoking, then sat up, his eyes filled with cold indifference. "Did he really say he would exchange a Blood Bodhi for one of my songs?"

The ghost troupe leader immediately replied, "That's true! Would I lie to you, troupe leader? You're my cash cow!"

"How much longer will our journey take in this village?" Qiu Sheng asked him.

"Today is the last day. That's how our troupe works. We rotate every seven days, otherwise the souls won't be stable." The ghost troupe leader sighed. Even in death, they still have to keep working to make money. It's really damn tiring.

"The last day... Okay, I agree."

"Oh dear! You'd better hurry! We'll be moving to another location after our three performances today." The Ghost Troupe Leader was a little anxious, but also relieved.

This Heart-Piercing Ghost King, I don't know if he's mentally ill or not. He's been following them for months, always trying to pick Qiu Sheng, and always being rejected. But this time, I don't know what kind of fortune he's struck, he's using the Blood Bodhi to pick Qiu Sheng, he's really bleeding a lot of blood!

Qiu Sheng was not tall and had pale skin. Touching his costume, he dressed up, putting his black hair up in a bun. Then he combed his hair in front of the mirror, looking at himself with a lonely and sad expression.

Thinking that he might have the Blood Bodhi, he quickly tidied himself up.

"Heart-Piercing Ghost King, rest assured, I've spoken to the troupe leader, and Qiu Sheng will definitely be making an appearance today," the young ghost whispered to a tall, pockmarked male ghost.

"Hmph! I'd like to see just how rare this androgynous appearance is, and I wonder how fun it is to play with," he said in a sinister and wicked tone, a lewd and disgusting smile spreading across his face.

The three members of the Ma family heard and saw it all. Ma Lihua was speechless. Couldn't they have found a secluded place to talk?

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