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It seemed that there was no other choice except to muster up the courage to go up to the second floor.

After thinking for a while, Smith asked Hua Han on his back to prepare the bullets and stepped onto the stairs.

The higher the stairs went, the clearer the sound of the opera became.

When everyone stepped onto the last step, they finally saw the appearance of the second floor.

Although there was no light, the strange orange light filled the entire second floor.

In the middle of the second floor, there was a stage that was out of tune with the surroundings.

On the dusty stage, there stood two adult-sized paper figures, a man and a woman.

The faces of the paper figures were painted with thick oil paint, which was very similar to real people.

Hu Bayi stared at the two paper figures, and suddenly his face changed: "Oh no! The paper figures have been painted, I'm afraid they are alive. The singing we just heard might be the singing of these two paper figures on the stage!"

"Dengdengdeng!"

Suddenly, the sound of gongs and drums started, instantly making the second floor lively.

Everyone hurriedly looked up at the stage.

They saw that the two paper figures had already started to move.

As the music rose and fell, the male paper man began to sing:

"This ingot of silver is worth three taels and three taels. Take it back and help you settle down with your family. Measure the wheat and grind the flour. Let's live in obscurity for a few years!"

After the male paper man finished singing, the female paper man immediately continued:

"My husband has been gone for eighteen years. He hasn't sent any letters or returned."

"Don't give me this ingot of silver. Take it home and help your mother settle down with her. Measure the wheat to grind the flour. Wear silk and sew clothes. Let your mother eat whatever she wants. Let your mother eat until she gets typhoid fever!"

"One day your mother will die! Bury her body on the side of the road. Ask monks to chant sutras! Ask stonemasons to carve the top of the tombstone! Write your father Xue Pinggui on the top! Write your mother Wang Baochuan on the bottom! Passerby, please read it once! The military master's son's filial piety is known all over the world!"

The sharp and desolate Qinqiang constantly echoed in the building, which really made people's scalps numb.

Those people from the United States didn't understand, they just felt terrified, their legs trembling.

If the previous things gave them physical resistance, these two paper figures gave them a chill from the inside out.

Hua Han tugged at Wang Kaixuan's sleeves and asked in a faint voice, "Fatty, what are they singing? It scares me!"

As a native of Daxia, Wang Kaixuan was born in the capital, but he had heard these things since he was a child. Of course, he understood what they were singing. He explained to Hua Han concisely, "You are dead."

Hua Han's eyes widened instantly; "Who are you scolding! First of all, I didn't provoke you!"

"No, no, no!" Wang Kaixuan explained hurriedly, "I'm not talking about you. This is a traditional drama of Daxia. These two paper people are arguing. The man said I will give you money and support you, and the woman is scolding the man."

Hua Han then retracted his glare: "Please use more civilized words next time."

The stage was still singing the play in a miserable way. The people in the audience were at a loss and could only look to Huo Jilin for help.

Without knowing the morals of the two paper figures in front of him, Hua Han did not dare to shoot easily, for fear that he would accidentally anger the paper figures, which would not only be useless, but also counterproductive.

What everyone did not expect was that Huo Jilin was not only fearless at this time, but also enjoyed it.

Hu Bayi gently touched Huo Jilin's arm: "Brother Huo, what are you thinking about?"

Huo Jilin opened his eyes:

"Listening to the opera, don't you think she sings well? If I were Wang Baochuan, I would have to give Xue Pinggui two big slaps in the face."

"This Li Chunfeng is still interesting."

"The wanderers away from home are always thinking about home. Even if they die and are buried in the grave, they have to sleep with the hometown accent."

"Ah..." Wang Kaixuan listened to Huo Jilin's words and was really Some people were confused and felt that Huo Jilin's courage was really amazing. "Mr. Huo, look at the surrounding environment. Is it suitable for listening to opera? If you like it, I need a lot of CDs at home when we get out of this place with healthy arms and legs. I will give them all to you."

Huo Jilin rolled his eyes: "Who wants your pirated CDs?"

The two paper figures on the stage sang more and more fiercely. In the end, they were no longer singing the lines of "Wudianpo", but cursing each other.

Just when everyone was watching whether the two paper figures would make the next move, the two paper figures stopped moving and looked in the direction of Huo Jilin and others.

The eyeballs of the two pairs of eyes were originally just a drop of black ink, but now they turned vermilion.

The corners of the paper figures' mouths also rose, and they giggled.

The female paper figure shouted to the male paper figure in a sharp voice with a weird opera voice: "My husband, how come there are still a few living people in front of me to listen to me?"Are they singing opera?"

The male paper man responded in the same tone: "Ghost opera is not for ordinary people to listen to. Since you have listened to it, you have to pay the price!"

After speaking, the fingernails of the two paper men suddenly stretched out, and they jumped off the stage with a weird smile.

"Ah!"

Shirley Yang was shocked and screamed immediately.

Smith carefully put Hua Han down, rubbing shoulders with the two paper men, and looked at them with disdain: "You stay here, let me play with them! "

Obviously, Smith did not take the two paper figures seriously, but just thought they were two pieces of torn paper with evil spirits.

The two paper figures moved lightly and wrestled with Smith in an instant.

Smith's skills were really good. At the beginning, he fought back and forth with the two paper figures.

As expected of the kung fu he learned in Daxia, when he threw a punch, it was as if a gust of strong wind whistled out, and each punch and kick hit the weak points of the two paper figures.

Unfortunately, there is an old saying in Daxia that the only martial arts in the world that cannot be broken is speed!

Although Smith's speed was considered the best in the United States, but he was no match for the two light paper figures.

Several times, the long nails of the paper figures scratched Smith's clothes.

Finally, Smith was not paying attention and was scratched on the face by the hostess.

"Hehe~"

Seeing that they were better, the two paper figures laughed loudly on the spot.

Smith's face was scratched with blood and flesh flying all over, and half of his face was almost without good flesh. He rolled on the ground in pain.

Seeing this, Hua Han shouted anxiously: "Smith, are you okay!"

Smith was twitching in pain on the ground, and the wound on half of his face began to turn blue at a very fast speed.

Hua Han was shaking with anger, and hurriedly snatched his big knife from Anderson's hand, wanting to rush up and fight with the two paper figures.

Anderson hugged Hua Han's waist tightly and shouted; "Stop, boss! You still have a leg injury! How can you go out and fight! "

Huo Jilin looked at the two smug paper figures and smiled disdainfully: "Are these mere paper figures worth being scared of? ? !"