Returning from the abyss

Chapter 706
The sun sinks the last ray of light, and it is also the time for the circus' banter to play.Colorful lights lit up the hillside, but this time there was no audience in the opening show.

"Respected leader, I can smell blood and ghosts in the air! My God! How pitiful are these people and ghosts who lost themselves in the struggle, we really should bring our laughter to them and dance!" shrieked the clown. "My friends! My dear old fellows! Our wise captain has brought us to the right place! Look at the anger, hatred and jealousy here! We must Save them and bring them happiness."

"That's right!" Mr. Top Hat patted his belly and said loudly, "Such a place deserves a special performance for us! A wonderful performance that can be accompanied by the taste of the highest grade red wine! Praise to the head of the group! We It’s such a fun experience for my first tour performance!”

"Oh~~The performance has begun~~~" Miss High Toss echoed the encouragement of the two with a voice like singing an opera, and at this moment, a figure in a red suit walked out from behind the gorgeous curtain ——Zhang Xinqing put her hands in her pockets, and looked at the ghosts who had walked out of the tent with a serious face.

"What are you still standing here for?"

"Master leader! You, are you saying that we can move freely?" The clown asked while holding his face.

"I don't restrict any of your 'performances' in that dark area." Zhang Xinqing lowered her face, "It's better to say, you better give me enough 'laughs' in this performance to come back, Otherwise I'd be mad, poker circuses don't want crap that doesn't bring 'laughs,' get it? We can take new guys, and I just happen to know some guys with potential."

"No, no, no! We are the best, we must be the best! Leader! Guys, don't be stunned, the leader is about to get angry! The speed we bring smiles to everyone is far behind the greatness The sincerity of the head of the team!"

Amidst the clown's screams, the silent ghosts such as the barrel dwarf, the rust knight, and the handsome cowboy obviously became nervous. These ghosts, together with those animal-shaped ghosts, turned into yin energy, and each used their abilities to attack the clown. The cloud-like yin energy in the Dadong Road area at the foot of the mountain rushed over.

"Based on the footsteps of this group of ghosts, they should be able to enter the theater within five minutes." Zhang Xinqing walked out of the tent, pulled the curtain back with a wave of her hand, and the huge circus tent behind her disappeared without a trace.

As long as she is alive, these ghosts can be resurrected in the circus, so as the head of the circus, she doesn't have to go deep into the dangerous place.Of course she wasn't worried about these ghosts, what she was having trouble with was how to control the circus.

Don't think that the clown can praise her so shamelessly, as long as she can't use "performance" to bring "laughs" in time, these ghosts can eat her directly.In the head room of the tent, she found several notes left by the head of the previous group. The only thing she didn’t know was that she didn’t perform enough and ended up being eaten, and she didn’t end well because of the madness of the circus. Getting on stage became part of the grand show.

The experience of the predecessors was all failures, and the only gain was a commander's walking stick, a weapon that was as black as steel but could barely feel its weight.But the cane has no other effect, and it cannot be expected to be useful against ghosts.

In the end, what made her most restless was the letter from the Joker.It is reasonable for clowns to be controlled by people. The strength of these ghosts is not particularly outstanding. What is outrageous is the "poker circus" as a whole.But Ye Qin, who was able to grasp this point and let the clown speak, was obviously not someone easy to deal with. Although the letter expressed a certain degree of friendliness, it was limited in Zhang Xinqing's view.This classmate was a calm and capable person when she was in school. If she was a "detective" in reality, it would be really difficult to deal with.

She doesn't take chances, Taoist priests and ghosts are irreconcilable, with so many lives under the hands of the poker circus, there is no possibility of reconciliation.

At this moment, she saw the blood in the cloud of Yin energy in the distance, and the killing energy almost broke through the clouds.This scene is naturally invisible to ordinary people, unless they have the Taoist eye or the ability to watch Qi, or Zhang Xinqing can only see it with the help of ghosts.

"What kind of scale is this battle?" She was also a little shocked. This is not something that one or two ghosts can make a fuss about. Even circus performances don't have such a heavy yin, and the murderous aura mixed with it is even worse. It hurts the eyes just looking at it.Zhang Xinqing didn't ask how serious Lu Ning was planning to provoke. When she wanted to dig out a hidden person, she just quietly investigated and then caught the enemy by surprise. How could she still have such momentum?It's almost like a war!
Zhang Xinqing frowned, walking casually on the mountain.People in the old garden who kept their previous living habits went back to their houses after dark, but now the lights are on in every house, but there is no one outside.

Oh... there is a ghost.

Zhang Xinqing saw a ghost squatting in the grass with sharp eyes. This was much more convenient for her than Taoism that consumed mana, and her vision at night was like daytime.

When the ghost saw Zhang Xinqing approaching, it shivered. As the head of the poker circus, Zhang Xinqing's spooky aura was no less than that of top ghosts like Baishen. No.

"Come out." Zhang Xinqing was happy to bully the ghost.

The ground binding spirit crawled out from the grass, repeating something in a low voice.Zhang Xinqing frowned, and scolded: "Speak up! What are you from!"

"Small, the small one was made by the master's family to knead the soul fragments of the servants back then, and it was used to guard the house. Please... please don't eat the small one!"

"Earth binding spirit...soul fragments? Who is the head of your family?"

"My lord, my lord's Taoist name is Li Ce, he has practiced Taoism for generations, and the little one is not really born because of someone's murder. If you take that little soul, you can die... you can't die..." Di Binling articulated It's all bad.

"So you are a servant of the master's house? How many people did you pinch in total to pinch you out?"

"Not many! Not many, just the servants of the eight families, the heads of the eight families, each took some souls out. The master gave them wealth and glory, and they should pay some price."

"You are quite loyal." Zhang Xinqing slammed her staff on the ground, "Servants from the Eight Families? Does it matter if you take some souls? You can really say it..."

Speaking of this, she suddenly remembered that when she had a few words with Zhou Shilan before, she mentioned that she wanted to know about the situation of the old rich man's house here.

"Which eight families are the servants of your eight families? Who are the last names?"

"We... We are all named by the master again, Zhao Qian, Sun Li, Zhou Wu, King Zheng. Everyone knows this, and the master said that it is beneficial to my practice."

Zhang Xinqing sneered: "Your practice? You haven't seen how strong you are...huh?"

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For Zhang Xinqing, when she witnessed the fragile kindness being easily torn apart by the accumulated evil, the other side of the world embraced her.

Only she can see the gray and red wings on her back.Just like the colors of this world in her eyes, one side has bright and dazzling colors, but the other side is so quiet that there is nothing in it.

Soul Wings, everyone has them.Because only she can see it, Zhang Xinqing thinks she is different.And if someone's death had any connection to her, her wings would thrive.Dying by accident or homicide will bolster Red Wing, while dying by suicide will bolster Gray Wing.

Ghosts also have soul wings. Although they are not plump and full of feathers like humans, those wings with only nerves and skeletons have a different kind of beauty in Zhang Xinqing's eyes, especially when these wings are shattered. When under his own wings.

Her heart is full, and the shattered wings are absorbed by herself, and the satisfaction brought can fill the void in her heart.This may be some kind of mental addiction, but she has found it difficult to give up.

After getting older, she began to design some exquisite "prey" for herself.

The dead people and the disappeared ghosts, even Zhang Xinqing didn't realize that those nutrients also contained knowledge that she didn't have before, and contained the power that those ghosts that were shattered into pieces should have.She is getting stronger, but she doesn't realize it.

Unexpectedly, with such abilities, she is not greedy. She just carefully selected 24 "prey" in and around the city, and then spent about five to six years carefully carving them to make their wings become The most perfect gesture.

This process is very pleasant, and gourmets should learn to cook by themselves, especially when Zhang Xinqing can't find a second one of the same kind.She is experimenting. If this experiment is successful, she can move to the next place and pick a new batch of raw materials... There will always be no shortage of people in this world.

In the cold winter wind, Zhang Xinqing walked down the cracked road, slid down the soil slope, walked about 200 meters along the deserted field ridge, and stopped in front of a pile of weeds.

"People take tea to cool down, and the emotions in the world can't stand the wear and tear of such a long time."

She bent down, took out a small knife, went into the weeds and cut some dead grass.Under the withered grass, there is a low branch, and a rough stone is buried in it, with "Zhang... Tomb" carved on it with crooked shallow marks, and the name in the middle can no longer be seen clearly.And the tombstone under the second clump of weeds she cut down is similar, 【Tomb of Willow...】.

"The engraving was too shallow back then... Dad, Mom. Your names... I don't remember them anymore." Zhang Xinqing smiled bitterly and lowered her head.After a while, as if to vent her anger, she tore off the big clump of grass with all her strength, turned and left.

The cold wind swayed the withered and yellow grass, sending away Zhang Xinqing's back.The torn grass slowly slid away, revealing a lower place, with a small tombstone engraved with "Zhang Xinqing's Tomb".

——[Uploader, Poetry and Painting Jiangnan]

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"Wang Zhongnan picked an opponent for himself."

"It's not exact either. It should be said that he set up an opponent's exact ability for himself in the story."

Lu Ning asked the time, precisely because the next section of Solitaire should be updated.By now, there are probably not many people who have not discovered that there is a problem with Solitaire. There were such strange novels before, but this time it is the turn of Wang Zhongnan, the "detective" in the story, to write.

Yan Zidan and Tang Haiyao began to discuss. Wang Zhongnan's story was obviously planning for himself in the story, but it's a pity that he, the detective in the story, didn't know the truth yet.

"If the murderer in the story is a ghost transformed by Zhang Xinqing, will our actual situation be the same?" Tang Haiyao asked.

"The story will not be reflected in reality as it is, but I don't know if it's a coincidence or something. Zhang Xinqing is really the leader of a group of ghosts now, and she can be regarded as a half ghost." Lu Ning said, "But to be on the safe side, we You can also ask Wang Zhongnan about how the Soul Wings are set. After all, according to my unwritten settings, Zhang Xinqing has indeed obtained control of the poker circus, so the settings we consider in our hearts should also be true. of."

"Just ask." Yan Zidan immediately found Wang Zhongnan in the address book and called him.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, the call was connected.

"Hey."

Wang Zhongnan's voice was panting and trembling, which made people feel bad.

"Wang Zhongnan, I'm Yanzidan."

"Haha, Yanzidan, it's you...you want to harm me too?"

"What?" Yan Zidan responded quickly, "Did something happen to you?"

"Yan Meng, she asked me for help and cried so much, I really thought she was afraid." Wang Zhongnan's voice could hear a cheerful voice.Lu Ning turned her head and looked at Tang Haiyao. Yan Meng was the one who wrote the long story about the hospital before, that is, yesterday?

"She said that her parents didn't come back until a few years ago when they went out to work. She was afraid at home and wanted to talk to a classmate. I wanted to avoid suspicion, but in the end I couldn't stand her begging." Wang Zhongnan sneered, "It turned out that The building where she lives has turned into a ghost building. The elevator leading to hell, the thirteenth floor that does not exist, the monster whose gravity changes direction, the ghost who slaps bloody handprints on your door at night... It really taught me a lot gone."

"You encountered so many strange things? We just saw that you updated Solitaire!" Yan Zidan raised his voice a little.

"Yeah, Yan Meng used the monsters she encountered as material. She only found me so that someone could come in and find a way out, and I ended up being trapped here too... Hehe. I really want to scold her. , but the dead are the most important, even if I am going to die, I still won't lose this demeanor."

"What did you say? Are you going to die? What's going on around you now?"

"I'm at Yan Meng's house. Just an hour ago, she was ground into pieces in her bathtub and washed down from the spout."

(End of this chapter)