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The rivers are turning upside down, and the stars are moving.

When Qin Manjiang regained consciousness, he heard some shouts...

"Someone fell into the water!"

Then, he felt himself being pulled out of the water by a rough hand.

"Hey, it's the new kid!"

A rough male voice said loudly.

"thump--"

Qin Manjiang was thrown into the boat.

I reluctantly opened my eyes and saw lanterns.

ghost? !

He sat up suddenly.

The boatman laughed loudly: "This boy is still very alert. Baby, we fished you out of the water, not the one who abducted you."

Baby?

Qin Manjiang then lowered his head and glanced at his body. He saw his thin arms and the wet gray cloth sticking to his body. He raised his hand and touched his face. He was also as thin as skin and bones.

this is not me……

He looked around, he was still on the river, and there were still lanterns on the boat, but it was getting late, the boatman was not wearing a mask, and the boat passengers were not paper figures.

On the largest boat at the back, there was a flag with the three characters "Nanzhi Fang" written on it.

There were sounds of babbling and playing inside. On the night water, it was both a bit weird and also very beautiful.

The boat moved forward slowly in the water, as light as nothing.

Qin Manjiang said nothing. He lowered his head and seemed to have lost his soul, but in fact he was thinking about his current situation.

I fell into the water strangely before, and saw the drowned bodies of other people in the river, and I also died.

But what is the situation now?

The body is not my own, but my consciousness and soul have traveled through time and space, to the time when [Nanzhifang] still exists...

He knew that it was best for him not to ask anything now, so as not to let the people on the ship see that he was abnormal...

"Has Xiao Qi picked it up?"

There were shouts from the big boat with [Nanzhifang] behind.

"I picked it up! I guess I was scared and was in a daze!"

"good!"

Qin Manjiang looked down at his hands, so...has my consciousness entered the body of this person named Xiao Qi?

Since I am like this, the consciousness of other people should have also entered the bodies of the members of the [Nanzhifang] troupe.

etc……

Qin Manjiang suddenly realized something.

If you just realize that if you travel to an era when [Nanzhifang] still exists, then everyone's permanent props, no...including disposable props, won't they be useless?

If this is the case, then the biggest advantage of the ten seats will be eliminated immediately.

"Don't be stupid, come here and have a sip of hot tea!"

Someone in the cabin greeted.

Qin Manjiang looked up. He didn't dare to say a word because he didn't know what kind of language habits this Xiao Qi had. Now he could still explain it by saying that he accidentally fell into the water and was frightened, but if he spoke rashly and exposed his flaws, then It's not that easy to just prevaricate.

He climbed up from the wooden board and wandered towards the cabin. There were four people sitting inside, one of them had a drum in front of him, one had a horse gong on his lap, and the other two were mixed in, with suonas and flutes in front of them. Second string, third string, these four people should be the musicians in the troupe.

It's them that Chui La Tan is talking about.

The oldest person inside was probably in his sixties, with white beard and hair. He was the one who asked Qin Manjiang to come over for a sip of hot tea.

"You kid didn't wake up. The boat was jolting and you walked to the side. You must have fallen into the water now!"

A bowl of hot tea was handed over. It didn't smell very fragrant, just some broken tea, but it was better than the heat.

Qin Manjiang took the tea cup, lowered his head, took a sip, and sat aside.

He wanted to know what the situation was like now. These people would always chat, right?

Don't talk to yourself yet. As soon as they start chatting, they will get a rough idea.

The fleet at [Nanzhifang] didn't know where they were going. They were still sailing on the water at night. I don't know what time it was now. The water mist had already spread to the boat, crawling over the insteps, and it was cold and seemed to weigh me down. The ship sank.

Qin Manjiang listened intently, and there seemed to be something scratching at the bottom of the boat in the water, which made people feel tingly.

The other people on the boat seemed to have a premonition that something was not going to happen, and all of them looked unhappy.

Qin Manjiang finally couldn't help but ask: "Where are we going?"

"Shh!"

The old drummer glared, pulled him over, pressed him to his side, and whispered: "Stop talking, it's time, they are all out."

they?

Zishi?

Qin Manjiang felt something was even more wrong.

Why do you feel that in the era where [Nanzhifang] is located, ghosts seem to be everywhere?

Even these people who are singing and running boats seem to be fully aware of their existence.

"Hurry up, this kid is young and weak, he will die if he gets entangled!" The old drummer said to the boatman while holding down Qin Manjiang.

By midnight, the fog was already so thick that people could no longer be seen clearly just two or three meters away from the cabin to the bow.

Qin Manjiang could only vaguely see the bow of the boat, where the boatman was paddling forward step by step, not very fast and very stiffly.

He didn't reply. At this time, a gust of night wind blew from the bow of the ship into the cabin. Qin Manjiang's nose immediately smelled an indescribable disgusting smell, which made him almost vomit.

"Fuck you!" The boatman suddenly shouted angrily from the bow of the boat.

As he cursed, the boat suddenly swayed, and the lanterns tied to the boat immediately swayed.

The people in the cabin were staggering around, but Qin Manjiang was protected by the old drummer, so nothing happened.

But now those rustling sounds are no longer just at the bottom of the ship, they are even climbing along the hull and climbing up the side of the ship!

"What are you doing standing still? Play music!"

When the old drum master shouted, the whole river immediately became lively!

The gongs and drums were singing together, and the strings and bamboos were melodious. Qin Manjiang couldn't tell what music they were playing, but he felt that the chill in his body had been dissipated a lot. In this way, while playing music and moving forward, the boat finally stabilized.

But now...it has just entered the second hour.

Is it really possible to get out of these waters?

Qin Manjiang can't do anything now. If he encounters such a thing on the boat, he won't have anywhere to escape even if he wants to.

Fortunately, the troupe seemed to have encountered this kind of thing more than once. After a while, a high-pitched and melodious tune sounded.

It was a woman’s voice:

"The thief Li Bao is greedy for money and lustful,

Lure the slave to the Magpie Bridge.

Take away my beautiful silk,

The hairpin ring on the head,

Cause me to die..."

It’s still that “Exploring Yin Mountain”!

But is this voice the weird female voice that appeared before?

Qin Manjiang was a little hard to tell.

However, as soon as the sound came out, the water immediately reacted.

It seemed like there were countless invisible things churning underground, making the water surface ripple.

But nothing weird can break through the water and climb onto the boat!

The old drummer and the others also breathed a sigh of relief, and the boatman on the bow said loudly: "We're out soon!"

"This new girl is born with a good voice, hahahaha!"

"Qiwazi," the old drum master patted Qin Manjiang on the shoulder, "Imitate your god-sister. If you know how to play tricks, these ghosts will not be able to harm you. You are a group of six, all of whom are outstanding in appearance. You are all good talents, but Can’t slack off!”

After hearing this, Qin Manjiang immediately thought of the dream that Mei Sijun told three days ago.

"After the original pillar committed suicide by throwing himself into a well, the class leader Zhao Qigong found six new talents."

Could it be that... the Xiao Qi I am "playing" now is one of these six people? !

"By the way, didn't you just ask us where we were going?" The old drummer was in a good mood after seeing the section of road where water ghosts were infested, "I'm telling you..."

"On this trip, we are going to sing—"

"Underworld drama!"