Chapter 650: Mr. Ju by the Bonfire
Time goes back to yesterday.
Wu Xian and his group of five were exploring in a wide tunnel when they encountered the evil spirit Red Lantern.
Red Lantern's eerie and strange appearance frightened Miao Ling so much that he lost his soul. He forgot Wu Xian's specific instructions not to be left alone and ran wildly along the way he came.
The torch in his hand went out while he was running. The deep darkness swallowed him up. The extreme fear forced him not to stop. His heart almost jumped out.
He didn't stop until he saw the light again.
I saw a bonfire in the tunnel ahead. The flickering flames shone on the cold rock wall, and a crying woman was sitting next to the fire.
The woman was wearing a water-blue costume with wide sleeves and goose feathers on her hair. Her face was painted with light oil paint, and her tears had left two traces of the paint. When she wiped her tears with her sleeve, a beauty mole appeared at the corner of her eye.
This woman... is haunted!
Miao Ling is not a fool. He just walked this road and there was no fork in the road. How could a woman suddenly appear here?
But Miao Ling didn't dare go back into the darkness, and he didn't have the strength to run anymore. He could only stare at the woman vigilantly, moving his jaw nervously, trying to stay away from her, waiting for Wu Xian and others to come over.
The woman looked at Miao Ling resentfully and waved at him.
"Why are you hiding so far away? Am I scary?"
Miao Ling didn't want to go over, but when he saw the woman's sleeves, he felt dizzy. When he came to his senses, he found that he had somehow sat next to the woman.
The woman covered her mouth with her hands and smiled, then she took Miao Ling's hand and placed it on her thigh.
"You're so nice. No one has listened to me for a long time."
Miao Ling felt as if struck by lightning, and his hair stood on end. The words that the woman just said were actually a man's voice. This actor who looked quite graceful was actually a man!
He immediately wanted to pull his hand back, but his hand was held tightly by the woman and he couldn't get it back at all.
The man in costume spoke to himself.
"My stage name is Nanshan Ju, and people used to call me Mr. Ju. I am a male dan..."
"By the way, have you heard of male dan?"
"Hundreds of years ago, there was an emperor who believed that women performing on stage was immoral, so he issued an imperial decree, explicitly prohibiting female actors from performing on stage. From then on, opera troupes could only use men to play women. This is the origin of the male dan, or 'zhuangdan'."
"My family was poor when I was young, but I was pretty, so my mother sent me to a theatre troupe."
"At that time, supplies were scarce and many families could not even get enough food to eat. But if you became a star in a troupe, you would have a stable job and you would have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life."
"In order to avoid starvation, I worked very hard to train, practicing my voice, leg exercises, pinching my fingers, and sticking patches on my face all day long..."
"Day after day, year after year, I finally got a chance to shine and became a little-known makeup actress Nanshan Ju."
Before saying this, Mr. Ju still used the tone of a lecture, but then his voice became cold and strange, with a resentful theatrical tone.
"But suddenly one day, the 'ghost' appeared!"
"If you comb your hair at night, you will see ghosts. If you point the toes of your shoes inward, you will be possessed. Ghosts beg for food at the crossroads. If you hold up your chopsticks, you will see evil spirits..."
"No one wanted to listen to the opera anymore. Everyone was worried because of the appearance of ghosts. Some lost their souls, some lost their spirits, some went crazy. People in the city died, some were injured... There were too many to count and too many to describe."
"The troupe was disbanded, and I ended up living on the streets alone."
"I was trying to find a job and make a living while avoiding ghosts, but no matter where I went, those people would quickly beat and scold me and then drive me away!"
There was a hint of hatred in Mr. Kiku's voice.
"They said that my movements and voices were like a woman, as if I was possessed by a demon!"
"They said, let me act like a man and stop pretending to be a sissy and trying to scare people!"
“They said, go to hell!”
When Mr. Ju said this, Miao Ling had forgotten his fear and even felt a touch of sympathy in his heart. He grew up surrounded by girls and had suffered similar contempt as an adult.
Mr. Ju grabbed Miao Ling's hand tightly and said, "I didn't become like this voluntarily. I had no other choice. I just wanted to be self-reliant. Why should I be looked down upon by them?"
"But no one cares about my feelings, so I can only die!"
Mr. Ju turned and looked at Miao Ling.
"You know what those people said to me when I said I didn't want to live anymore? If I want to die, I should go to the Valley of the Dead and make a pilgrimage to the bottom of the valley. That way, at least I can die like a grown man!"
At this point, Miao Ling was certain that the person in front of him was not a living person.
But he did not attack Mr. Ju, because he felt that he and Mr. Ju shared the same suffering and he could understand Mr. Ju's feelings. Ghosts were also transformed from humans, and as long as they communicated well, there would be no conflicts that could not be resolved.
Miao Ling then began to tell Mr. Ju about his own experience. "I lost my father when I was young, and was brought up by my mother and two aunts. My mother was a teacher at a girls' school, and she dressed me up like a girl..."
After finishing the long story, Miao Ling patted Mr. Ju's hand and said sincerely.
"I understand how you feel. You have done nothing wrong. You don't deserve this..."
Along with Miao Ling's talk therapy, Mr. Ju kept sobbing softly, his voice was resentful and mournful, which made Miao Ling slightly happy. Maybe he could make Mr. Ju a friend and help him survive in his dangerous paradise!
When Miao Ling finally finished speaking.
Mr. Ju raised his head, his face changing from gloomy to bright in the light of the fire.
"You are a great person!"
"If you ever encounter a ghost and want to survive, you must remember that ghosts will not be moved, will not repay kindness, will not sympathize, and will only disguise themselves in order to devour the living..."
After hearing this, Miao Ling initially thought that Mr. Ju had sided with him, but he soon realized something was wrong.
Ghosts cannot be moved or empathize, so why did Mr. Ju cry when he talked about it?
Or, Mr. Ju is not a ghost.
Or, all his emotions were just a disguise to wipe out himself!
Miao Ling immediately activated the magical power he gained from worshipping the gods. A ghostly tongue squirmed in his mouth, but before it could shoot out, he found that Mr. Ju had disappeared!
call!
A cold wind suddenly blew and blew up the bonfire.
Miao Ling was horrified to find that there was no wood in the bonfire from the beginning, only a pile of yellow paper with the word "death" written on it!
At the same time, it felt like a piece of ice was drilling into the Fengfu acupoint behind Miao Ling's head...
Miao Ling was shaking more and more violently, and he suddenly understood.
The reason why Mr. Ju wanted to chat with him was to have a long enough contact time with him so as to get into his body!
Before he lost consciousness, he heard Mr. Kiku say.
"When I jumped down from the Valley of the Dead, I swore in my heart that no matter who looked down on me, I would strangle him by the neck and yell at him like this..."
……
"No, you said I'm not a man!"
On the stairs filled with orange smoke, Miao Ling screamed hysterically.
Lan Xuan, who was in front of Miaoling, was concentrating on dealing with the cave-splitting ghost. When she heard the shout, she turned her head in surprise, and then saw a bright red tongue flying towards her!
Then Miao Ling pounced at Lan Xuan with a ferocious face, pinching her neck with both hands, and the "Ghostly Power - Ghost Tongue" in his mouth controlled Lan Xuan's body, preventing her from making any resistance.
"You all look down on me!"
"Go to hell, go to hell!"
Miao Ling had a crazy look on his face, his tongue wagging in his mouth, even his shouting was unclear, and a clear beauty mole appeared under the corner of his eye.
Lan Xuan tried to resist, but the bright red ghost tongue entangled her hands and feet, making her unable to exert any strength at all.
She could only look at Miao Ling's horrified face and feel herself gradually lacking oxygen.
When her consciousness was about to fade, Lan Xuan felt a little regretful.
Before in the crack cave, Wu Xian had specifically emphasized to them that Miao Ling had been alone, but at that time she was still wary of other relatives, and General Huang Yuan interrupted her, so she did not take Wu Xian's hint to heart.
Now it seems that the person with the problem is not Fu Dahai, but Miao Ling who aroused her desire to protect him!
But she now realized that it was too late.
Even if she had means to resist, she was unable to use them after being ambushed!
Bang!
At this moment, a wooden stick hit Miao Ling's head hard!
"Release her!"
Fu Dahai stood behind Miao Ling, with a silly face, crooked mouth and squinting eyes, nervously holding a wooden stick and confronting Miao Ling!
He was once suspected by Lan Xuan, but now he has become Lan Xuan's only hope!
Miao Ling let go of Lan Xuan's neck and stood up.
Lan Xuan could finally take a breath. As long as she recovered a little strength, she could launch a counterattack against Miao Ling.
Whoosh!
Lan Xuan's body was in the air!
Miao Ling actually used his mutated ghost tongue to throw Lan Xuan's body out of the stairs!
This sudden change didn't even give Lan Xuan time to feel terrified. Her mind went blank and she only had time to let out a scream.
Then, the fog broke.
Two hole-cracked ghosts appeared and grabbed Lan Xuan's hands and feet respectively. The two ghosts fell into the Valley of the Dead together, and disappeared into the mist with shrill screams...
(End of this chapter)
