Day and night tour

Chapter 3 Theater Troupe
The Zhou family troupe is a ghost opera troupe.

The Zhou family class is the quietest at noon.

There are no brothers drinking and playing finger-guessing games.
There were no apprentices standing in the yard practicing singing and warming up their voices.
The road along the street was languid under the scorching sun, with almost no traffic.
Zhou Xuan likes quietness, which is conducive to concentrated thinking.

He had been in the Zhou family for three days and had been busy attending the old man's funeral and dealing with guests who came to pay their respects. His body had not fully recovered and his energy was extremely limited.

There is no time at all to think about the details of "returning the soul".

By now the old man's funeral procession had been carried up the mountain, and he finally had some time to recall the details of his encounter with the old man.

"No, absolutely not."

Zhou Xuan began to think that he looked like the original owner, which led the old man to mistake him for the original owner.

However, after returning to his soul, he realized that although he and the original owner were both very handsome, they were handsome in two completely opposite ways.

One is sunny and handsome, with a warm temperament; the other has delicate features and is handsome in appearance.

Now that he has come back to his senses, the two advantages have been combined into one, and Zhou Xuan has become fond of looking in the mirror.

In addition to the big difference in appearance, when saying goodbye to Mo Shuihe, the old man gave a very serious speech.

"Grandson, remember, your name is Zhou Xuan. When you return to your soul, if your sister asks you where your hometown is, you must say - Wusheng Hell, Fangxiang Mingtang."

There's something wrong with this statement.

If the old man really believed that he was his genuine grandson, why did he deliberately ask "What's your name?" and "Where is your hometown?"
How could there be a grandson who doesn’t know his hometown or his own name?

and so……

Zhou Xuan's mind began to shake violently and rapidly, and his pupils dilated greatly.

"The old man knows that I'm not his original grandson!"

"But why did he risk his life to help me bring back the soul? He even taught me how to speak so that I could deceive my sister Zhou Lingyi during the interrogation during the soul-calling ceremony!"

"Isn't it good to marry your grandson's soul? Why are you looking for someone like me who has nothing to do with you?"

Zhou Xuan always felt it was weird.
Could it be that there is a grudge between the original owner and the old man?

If there really is a grudge, it must be too great to save an outsider instead of his own grandson.

Zhou Xuan did not inherit the original owner's memory, so he could not figure out what the grudge was between the original owner and the old man.

The problem is at an impasse.

Sand, sand, sand!

A burst of white noise coming from his ears interrupted Zhou Xuan's thoughts.

The noise sounded like someone was writing something with a pen and paper next to him.

These days, whenever Zhou Xuan is too tired or his emotions are fluctuating greatly, white noise will appear.

He also asked the eldest brother of the Zhou family to find someone to take a look, but neither the local doctor nor the doctor from the foreign hospital could figure out the cause.

Finally, Zhou Xuan found his sister Zhou Lingyi again.

Zhou Lingyi has presided over necromancy ceremonies and is very knowledgeable about mystical theories such as souls.

But she just gave Zhou Xuan an excuse, "Maybe it's because you've been back to life for too short a time, so take better care of yourself," and sent him away.

Fortunately, the volume of this white noise is not loud and it does not occur all day long, so it does not affect our normal life.

In addition to finding a solution to the white noise, Zhou Xuan would occasionally ask the people from the Zhou family opera troupe at the funeral these days, wanting to find out about the original owner's personality and deeds.

If you don't inherit the original owner's memories, asking more about what kind of person the original owner was like will always be helpful for your future new life.

As a result, the interviewees either avoided Zhou Xuan like a ghost, or looked disgusted and ignored him.

The people in Zhou Family Opera Troupe are so rude!

Fortunately, when he was cleaning in the morning, he found a key and a diary left by the original owner under a loose floor tile under the bed.

The key was already in his pocket, and he was about to look through the diary.

He moved a recliner, made a pot of tea, sat under the big willow tree, and turned to the last entry in the original owner's diary:
“Thursday, July 7, sunny

In the afternoon, the master's wife was sleeping on the desk with her collar drooping. I lowered my head and looked at her carefully for five minutes, and then Mangui called her away.

My master's wife has a very smooth body. If I could sleep with her, it would be worth dying for.

Mangui, you ruined my good deeds, and it is not unfair for me to slap you three times."

"Fuck you, you love your sister-in-law? And you beat her up?"

Zhou Xuan realized that it wasn't the Zhou family troupe that was being rude...

He turned another page in his diary.
“Monday, July 7, cloudy
My second sister-in-law was washing clothes in the laundry sink. She stuck out her plump buttocks, and I stood behind her and watched her for ten minutes.

Fat buttocks. I usually like to see fat buttocks.

I couldn't help it and touched her plump buttocks. My sister-in-law screamed and called my second brother over.

My second senior brother scolded me on the spot.

Haha, I'm the young boss, why does he scold me?
I punched him and called my eldest brother to judge the matter for me. The eldest brother scolded my second brother, and I took the opportunity to kick him.

Second Senior Brother is a coward, I can see that, I will take Second Sister-in-law down in a few days, and then sleep with her in front of him."

"Is the original owner so outrageous?!"

Zhou Xuan just felt that the original owner's level of brutality was too excessive.

No wonder I am not liked by the people in the opera troupe, this is the root of the problem!

He didn't get any good luck, but he had to take the scapegoat. Zhou Xuan was so angry that he slapped the willow tree next to him.

The willow tree has thick skin and tough flesh, so it's no big deal if it gets slapped in the face, but some people are not happy about it.

A female voice like a silver bell came over.

"Junior Brother Zhou, you can't touch the ancestral tree carelessly. If you touch it, you will have bad luck."

Zhou Xuan looked in the direction of the voice and saw a woman in cheongsam, shaking her plump hips and jogging towards him in a hurry.

This woman was none other than Second Master’s Wife Song Jie.

The original owner was a pure animal, there was nothing wrong with him, but there was one thing that was very true - fat ass, I usually like to see some fat ass.

……

Song Jie has a plump figure, full buttocks and a pretty face. She spends a lot of time outside and has a healthy wheat-colored skin.

Like a cover girl from a pornographic magazine.

Very beautiful, very sexy, full of hormones,

Zhou Xuan was so angry that he wanted to reach out and pinch her buttocks viciously!
But Zhou Xuan didn't really want to do that. In his previous life, what kind of women had he not seen? Women in uniforms, women in sexy stockings, women who said they were jogging while talking on the phone...

They all swayed in Zhou Xuan's hard drive, helping him to develop excellent concentration.

So, how could it be so easy to fail today?
Zhou Xuan was sorting out his thoughts when suddenly he heard the white noise again, rustling.

The subtle sound was like a switch, which ignited all his desires with just the slightest force.

It's all because of the noise.

“This is damn white noise!”

At this time, Song Jie was patiently introducing the characteristics of the ancestral tree to Zhou Xuan.

"Junior Brother Zhou, the thousands of eyes on the ancestral tree were painted with cow blood, dog blood, snake blood, and fox blood.

The pigment made of blood is easily absorbed by the ancestral tree and fades quickly. If you bump into it again, it will rub off a few eyes, and the ancestral tree will be angry..."

Song Jie didn't finish her words. She noticed Zhou Xuan's red and animalistic eyes and couldn't help but shudder.

She waved her hands hurriedly, made an excuse and escaped.

"Let's not talk about it for now, Junior Brother Zhou. I'm in a hurry to go out and order paper figures and paper horses. Let's talk later."

After Song Jie finished speaking, she jogged towards the gate, shaking her plump hips.

While running, she kept looking back, fearing that Zhou Xuan was following her, as if she was guarding against a thief.

After running onto the street, Song Jie stopped a rickshaw. After getting in, she was still in shock and recalled the rumors in the troupe over the past few days.

People in the troupe said that something went wrong with the ancestral tree soul-calling ceremony, and the soul that was called back was not the young master himself, but a very powerful evil ghost with a human face and a beast's heart.

If this is true, he is even more perverted and terrifying than the previous lecherous young boss.

Look at the ferocious look Zhou Xuan gave him just now, so beastly and scary. Maybe the rumor is true.

"Why doesn't the class owner come out to seek justice? She needs to give an explanation as to whether Zhou Xuan is a human or a ghost."

Complaints aside, Song Jie really didn't dare to question Zhou Lingyi in person, not even if she had three guts.

The older people who have been in the troupe for a long time all know Zhou Lingyi's ruthless methods.

……

After Song Jie left, Zhou Xuan's mood quickly calmed down, and the white noise gradually disappeared as his mood gradually stabilized.

Zhou Xuan was exhausted after all the hard work and wanted to sit on the recliner to rest. But before he could even sit down, his master's wife Xu Li arrived.

"Xuan Zi, I saw you from a distance and you seemed to be writing in your diary."

Xu Li is the only one among the five sisters-in-law who is enthusiastic about Zhou Xuan.

She was a kind-hearted person, and she considered herself the eldest sister-in-law. She believed that an eldest sister-in-law was like a mother, and was quite tolerant of the original owner.

But people who are tolerant often lack a sense of boundaries.

Xu Li stretched out his hand and wanted to take a look at the diary.

Fortunately, Zhou Xuan was quick to act and covered the diary tightly.

This diary is an accelerator of social death. If Zhou Xuan shows it to the master's wife, he will have to run away overnight.

"What did you write? Can't you show it to your sister-in-law?"

"It's about the longing for love, the reflection on and struggle against human nature, very stream-of-consciousness."

Zhou Xuan made up a theme to highlight its grandness.

Xu Li believed it to be true, and with admiration in his eyes, he said, "It's really profound."

She hadn't read many books and could recognize a few words, but her handwriting was totally terrible.

Since she was a child, she has admired literate people.

After Xu Li finished praising him, he explained his purpose: "Your senior brother went out to meet a broker, and a business deal just came in. We have to write some paperwork and receipts, and my sister-in-law is writing...ha...so..."

"So you want me to help out?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"Yes, that's what I mean. Your years of studying in foreign schools have not been in vain. You speak very nicely. If my sister-in-law had as much knowledge as you, she would have at least a dozen more orders every month!"

Xu Li found a helper, and he felt relieved. He began to pour out flattering words in circles like somersaults.

Zhou Xuan liked this kind-hearted master's wife very much, so when she asked for help, he naturally agreed.

He put away the recliner and teapot and followed Xu Li to Luoying Hall.

Luoying Hall was built in the southeast corner of the outer courtyard and was specifically used for receiving guests.

In Pingshui Prefecture, the only underworld opera troupe with a reception room is the Zhou family troupe.

The Zhou family is famous, has a large industry, and has a detailed division of labor.

There are three types of people in the team.

The first category is the apprentice, to put it simply, the apprentice, who is taught by the third senior brother to practice martial arts every day. He does not receive any wages, but is provided with food and accommodation.

If business is busy, I will go and help out and do odd jobs to earn some pocket money.

The second category is the troupe's masters. The actors in the troupe, those who manage the water pots, the box boys, and those who play percussion instruments are all masters.

They were basically promoted from among the apprentices. Occasionally, there were one or two masters missing, and when there were no capable people among the apprentices, the Zhou family would hire people from outside.

The third category is senior brothers.

There are five senior brothers in the Zhou family troupe, and each of them is a pillar of the troupe.

For example, the eldest brother Yu Zhengyuan is the manager of the troupe. He is responsible for arranging meetings with the big actors in Pingshui Prefecture and going out to discuss business deals.

The second senior brother is in charge of purchasing props for the troupe, and he is also responsible for serving the food and drink for hundreds of people in the entire courtyard. He is definitely the logistics minister.

Although the senior brothers and the Zhou family have different surnames, they have been learning skills in the Zhou family since they were young, and the feelings they have accumulated over the years are no different from those of family members.

Senior brothers, troupe masters, and apprentices, these three groups of people maintain the operation and blood renewal of the troupe, and also make the troupe famous.

When Zhou Xuan and Xu Li were about to enter Luoying Hall, they ran into Zhou Lingyi who was entering the yard holding a parasol.

"Boss." Xu Li stood still and bowed to Zhou Lingyi with an evasive look on his face.

"Sister." Zhou Xuan greeted.

Zhou Lingyi nodded to Xu Li as a greeting, then looked at Zhou Xuan coldly and asked, "Has the murmur in your ears gotten better in the past two days?"

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(End of this chapter)