Wearing armor as a passerby, I practice like crazy and kill them all Serialized Fantasy Roma

As the sun set, the swallows returned to their nests, and the old man Ji, who had wandered around, came back slowly with a cane.

"Uncle, are you back?" Su He shouted.

Old man Ji glanced at it, turned his head and ran, and muttered in his mouth: "I know it's not that simple, the murderer is here to kill him..."

Uncle, where are you going when you just come back?" Su He rode a battery car and followed Old Man Ji.

Old man Ji was tired of running, stopped and gasped violently, glared at Su He and said, "You are arrogant, Lei Zi has already been a cat, and sooner or later he will be extinguished!"

"Uncle, you stop and breathe against the wall... Why am I arrogant, what's the matter with the police?" Su

He got out of the car to help Old Man Ji, who suddenly tensed up and closed his eyes.

"Uncle, don't scare me... You have to hold on!"

Su He held on to Old Man Ji with one hand, and pinched his middle with the other.

Old man Ji was empty-eyed and panting.

"Uncle, are you okay?" Seeing that Old Man Ji slowly calmed down, Su He also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you trying to make me commit suicide?" Old man Ji looked at Su He.

Su He was stunned for a moment and said, "Uncle, you can't die, I'm just here to ask you about the Deyuan Theater..."

The reason why the uncle lives so old is because he has never been nosy, we have never met..."Old man Ji patted his chest and promised.

Why is this so familiar?

, uncle won't think I'm the murderer of Gu Chang, right?"

"Uncle, you misunderstood, I'm not a murderer who wants to kill your mouth... It was the police who asked me to inquire about the Deyuan Grand Theater, come, I'll help you back to the house first..."

"Uncle liked sports when he was young, those two small steps just now, the steps were taken, not much worse than Liu Xiang..."

Su He helped Old Man Ji into the house, turned around and rode the battery car over, hey, Old Man Ji closed the door!"

"Uncle, I'm really not a bad person..."

Through the door, Old Man Ji became full of anger again.

"Uncle, I really want to ask you something, Gu Chang of Deyuan Theater is my friend... Just left for no reason, do you say she really committed suicide?"

Su He simply sat directly at the door.

"You really didn't kill the person?" Old man Ji opened the door and looked at Su He.

"Really not, we are friends, you also saw it that day, I brought her a cake..."

"Then you come in!" Old man Ji observed left and right for a while, like a spy joint, and when Su He entered the house, he locked the door.

It was very dark in the house, and Old Man Ji fumbled for two minutes and lit the kerosene lamp.

"Uncle, you're not going to tell me ghost stories, are you?"

In the dimly lit room, the kerosene lamp swayed gently, and the atmosphere was full of atmosphere.

"This isn't a ghost story, boy... There are really ghosts in the Deyuan Theater..."

"When I was young, it wasn't called the Deyuan Theater, but a simple platform was built in a small courtyard, which is strange to say... On that day, there happened to be a theater troupe on stage, and the audience was bustling and lively, singing "Farewell My Concubine" on stage... At the last moment, Yu Ji drew her sword and killed herself, guess what?"

"Dead?" Su He responded.

Old man Ji was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Yes!"

"At that time, Xiang Yu was still hanging his head on the stage, and the maid helped Yu Ji off the stage, and blood was sprinkled all over the stage... This is not the most evil sect, that night, there was a fire in the theater, and all the actors were burned to death..."

Seeing that Su He didn't react, Old Man Ji continued: "Later, I don't know how many years have passed, another theater troupe has come, and they have built a new theater in its original position, named Deyuan Grand Theater... The new theater is becoming more and more prosperous, and Gu Hexuan, a generation of famous Gu School masters, is famous, and the scene is no worse than those stars on TV..."

One or two people were going to die the next day in the Deyuan Grand Theater, and Lang Zhong couldn't find the reason when he came, and half a month later, I saw that there were few people alive... Gu Hexuan dragged his family and ran away overnight... I can't remember how many years it has been in this blink of an eye, everyone said that it was estimated that she was dead, until that day, the little girl of the Gu family opened the door... I feel like something is going to happen!"

"No one in our village dares to enter that courtyard... A few years ago, there was a foreigner who came to our village at night and stumbled into the Deyuan Theater by mistake, and the next day, he met people and said: "Last night's scene was really good!"

Later, the people from the mental hospital came, said that they had escaped, and arrested him..."

Uncle, your last story is a bit blunt in reversal... Su He wanted to inquire about the secrets of the Deyuan Theater, but he didn't want to hear a few ghost stories, and the key uncle was not scary, except that under the light of the kerosene lamp, the uncle's face was a little terrible.

"Young man, I advise you not to inquire any further... There are things that he can't explain... Beware of getting into trouble!"

Suddenly, the kerosene lamp went out!

"Since I, I have fought with the king in the east and west, and have suffered from wind and frost and toil, year after year. Hate only hates the unTaoist Qin to ruin the lives of the people, and only causes the people to be miserable..."

Yu Ji's singing voice in "Farewell My Concubine" sounded, and Old Man Ji grabbed Su He's hand and said, "Don't be nervous, my phone is ringing." "

Hey, son... After eating it, I was just about to go to bed..."Hanging up the phone, Old Man Ji said: "I am old, my blood pressure is high, and my son reminds me to take medicine every day.

Su He got up and was about to leave, at this time, the old man Ji lit the kerosene lamp again, and said: "It's been a long time since anyone talked to me, young man, don't look back on the way back..."

I'm not afraid of young people bragging, but I'm afraid of old people telling ghost stories!