Zombie: At the beginning, I was appointed by Uncle Jiu to open the museum

After Qiu Sheng finished playing Jiu Shu, he didn't forget to run to Ye's utility room and shout Jiu Shu's name to Wen Cai and Han Feng.

The literary talent Han Feng already knew the name Lin Fengjiao.

It's just that on weekdays, everyone is called master long and master short, and the people in the town are also used to calling Jiu Shu long and Jiu Shu short. After a long time, no one remembers the sissy name of Jiu Shu.

Wen Cai laughed for a while, feeling bored, yawned and said that he was going to the latrine and would be back in a while.

Han Feng had no choice but to go back with Qiusheng holding the blank paper.

The candlelight was flickering, and the moonlight outside the house poured down, casting a touch of melancholy on the ground.

As Zhongyuan approaches, I don't know how many homeless souls will come and go back alone in this world.

Folding ghost banknotes is a boring job. Thanks to Wen Cai's broken mouth, several people didn't feel bored all afternoon.

Now at this moment of time, there is a sudden silence in my ears for some reason.

Qiusheng said a few words occasionally, but it was not as noisy as in the afternoon.

Uncle Jiu looked up, only to realize that Wencai, that idiot, had disappeared.

"Where did Wencai go?"

Qiu Sheng stretched his waist, "Where else can that guy go? He's slacking off under the guise of going to the latrine!"

Han Feng joked, "It's been so long, maybe it fell into it?! Hahaha!"

Several people laughed for a while.

Suddenly, Uncle Jiu suddenly remembered that he had just finished going to the latrine, and there was no sign of Wencai at all.

Uncle Jiu suddenly realized something was wrong.

He hurriedly urged Qiusheng to go to Wencai's rest room to find someone.

Sure enough, there was no one in the house.

"No, today is the Ghost Festival, that kid, don't cause me any trouble outside!"

"Qiu Sheng, go out and look for it!"

Wencai, that guy, has never been serious on weekdays, but today is special, this guy is going out at night, don't be contaminated with any dirty things.

Seeing Qiusheng leave the door, Uncle Jiu felt relieved and continued to work.

Han Feng didn't think much about it, and continued to fold ghost money with Uncle Jiu.

However, after half an hour, the two have not returned.

Not only Wencai didn't come back, even the person who went out to look for him didn't come back.

What's going on here?

Seeing the hour getting later and later, Uncle Jiu felt more and more uneasy.

Aunt Cane also had a busy day and went to bed early.

Uncle Jiu got up and put on a coat, and was about to go out, but was stopped by Han Feng, "Master, you stay here to make ghost money, I'll go out and look for it!"

Uncle Jiu didn't think too much about it.

I had to tell Han Feng, "Come back as soon as you find them!"

"Good master."

"Be sure to come back before the gate of hell opens!"

"I know Master!"

Han Feng went out in response.

Except for the hazy moonlight outside, there is a deserted forest.

Han Feng was going to find a carriage nearby and find someone in the town.

Suddenly recalling the plot I saw before, three words popped into my mind - stage!

Yup!

According to the original plot, Wencai's idiot should be watching a play on the stage now.

Without saying a word, Han Feng turned around and went to the stage.

The stage was set up not far from their righteous village, and the distance in total was only five kilometers.

The wind was blowing on the soles of Han Feng's feet, and he rushed to the stage in a short time.

Han Feng hid in the dark and looked inside.

Sure enough, he saw two idiots, Han Feng and Qiu Sheng, standing under the extremely empty stage.

You know, setting up a stage on July [-]th is for ghosts to watch.

These two idiots are fine, I enjoy watching them with gusto.

Wen Cai was still holding a bag of melon seeds in his hand, and was knocking on the melon seeds while looking at them.

"Senior brother! Senior brother?"

Han Feng gently called to the two of them.

It's not time yet, and the ghost gate has not yet opened.

Taking advantage of this time, let these two go back quickly, before there is still time.

Unexpectedly, after the two people heard Han Feng's voice, they turned around and waved happily at Han Feng.

"Junior brother, you came just in time, come and watch the play with us!"

Wen Cai grinned and waved the melon seeds in his hand, tempting Han Feng to go and watch the play with them.

Qiu Sheng actually followed suit.

While grabbing melon seeds from Wen Cai, he shouted at Han Feng, "Junior brother, come quickly! It's so boring to go back and fold ghost money! Why don't you watch a show here!"

Han Feng was speechless for a while.

Had no choice but to walk towards the two of them.

"Senior brothers, this stage for the Hungry Ghost Festival is set up for ghosts to sing. What are you listening to? Come back with me. Master will find out soon!"

Seeing that time was running out, Han Feng had no choice but to move Uncle Jiu out.

"Master said, if you don't go back before Zishi, you will suffer!"

"Cut!" Wen Cai dismissed it.

"Master is busy folding ghost banknotes today, so he can't care about us!"

Han Feng felt helpless when he saw the virtue of these two people who were not afraid of being scalded by boiling water.

"Okay then, watch it for a while, and you all will go back with me."

"No problem, hey, junior brother will give you some melon seeds too!"

Seeing that Han Feng compromised, Wen Cai was very happy to give up his melon seeds.

In this era, there are no watches, let alone mobile phones. You can only estimate the time by looking at the time, and how can you know the exact time.

After watching for a few minutes, Han Feng felt a sudden gust of wind behind him.

Then he pricked up his ears to listen carefully, and sure enough, he heard twelve bells.

not good!

Han Feng secretly yelled that it was bad!
It's child time!

The door of ghosts is wide open, lonely ghosts are coming!

broken bad bad...

"Senior Brothers, let's stop watching, come back with me! It's time, Master is coming to beat someone!"

Of course Han Feng wasn't afraid of those lonely ghosts.

After all, he was also a person who came from the underworld, and he was just worried that Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, two people with insufficient concentration, would catch up with something unclean.

"Brother Wencai, last time you were bitten by a jumping corpse, you haven't fully recovered from your injuries. It's so windy outside, you'd better go back quickly, in case the old injuries recur!"

Unexpectedly, Wen Cai took it very seriously. For Han Feng's words, it was basically the left ear going in and the right ear coming out.

Qiusheng may not have heard the opera for a long time.

Pretend to be confused and deliberately ignore Han Feng.

Two people in the Body Refining Realm have a far worse sense of smell for dirty things than Han Feng, a person in the Vientiane Realm.

Just when the gloomy wind blew, Han Feng felt a lot of dark things floating around.

Obviously, those things are lonely ghosts.

"Brother, go back soon! This show is for ghosts, not for you guys!"

"Junior brother, you are so funny, don't you really believe in those ancient legends?"

Wen Cai looked at Han Feng with a smile like a fool.

Qiu Sheng also looked nonchalant, "Yeah, junior brother, those are all lies, such a good show is useless!"

The two of them were talking while knocking on melon seeds.

Suddenly.

Wen Cai's neck seemed to be strangled by something, his eyes rolled up and he had difficulty breathing.

Han Feng just knew that the surrounding area should be full of unclean things.

But I can't see it specifically.

In desperation, he remembered that by sticking willow leaves to his eyelids, he could see those ghosts.

Han Feng stroked a few leaves from the willow tree behind.

Then stick it on his eyelids, the sight in front of him almost made his skin crawl.

I saw that the originally empty field was actually full of dark ghosts.

These ghosts all looked pale and looked at the stage expressionlessly.

At the end stood four ghost guards.

Holding a long whip in his hand, he is extremely majestic.

Han Feng called out bad luck, but he didn't care too much, thinking that Wen Cai was still being strangled.

Pass through the dark ghosts and come to Wencai.

I saw a middle-aged ghost next to Wen Cai, whose body was covered with melon seeds thrown by Wen Cai.

At this time, the ghost was angrily pinching Wen Cai's neck.

Han Feng directly pulled out a talisman and slapped it on the ghost's arm.

The kid felt a pain, and hastily withdrew his hand.

Only then did Wen Cai regain his breath.

But at this time, Qiu Sheng was obviously affected by the surrounding atmosphere.

The whole person was in a trance, but still unconscious.

Han Feng immediately put the willow leaves he had just picked on his eyelids.