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Let's start with Ren Tingting.
Now she's even become his senior apprentice.
In short, stay away from them if you can.
Lin Yi simply smiled.
Watching the ghosts gradually approach Wencai.
He looked around again, his gaze seemingly fixed on the ghost messengers.
Try shaking your head again.
Yes, Uncle Nine and the others should be here soon.
"This young man."
Just then, a gentle voice rang out from the side.
Lin Yi looked and saw that they had indeed arrived.
After all, compared to other ghosts, this one is obviously much more attractive.
"What do you want from me?"
However, Xiaoli was originally supposed to go to Wencai for help.
They actually found Lin Yi's side at this moment.
"I see that you are also a member of the Daoist sect. I wonder if you could do me a favor?"
This female ghost is very clever.
Having noticed Lin Yi's unusual nature, he spoke directly at this moment.
"Oh!"
Lin Yi glanced at Xiao Li, then shook his head.
But he nodded again.
“I know what you’re planning to do, but I have another option for you.”
"That means becoming my ghost servant, which will naturally help you escape," Lin Yi said directly.
If it's voluntary, that's the best.
Xiaoli just shook her head.
930 “I’m sorry, young master, Xiaoli just wants freedom and doesn’t want to lose all of this.”
refused outright.
This was not unexpected by Lin Yi.
They agreed right away.
That must mean they have ulterior motives.
Lin Yi wasn't angry.
"Alright then, you can think about it. If you agree later, you can come to me anytime," Lin Yi said.
He also glanced at Wencai.
Hmm, the person who's been ripping off the master is here.
Just stood up.
I left the theater.
I disagree for now.
It's alright, we'll meet again eventually anyway.
At that point, there won't be any choice left.
The "young master".
The female ghost Xiaoli was also feeling a little flustered.
For some reason, as Lin Yi left, she felt a little flustered.
They're clearly ghosts, they shouldn't be reacting like this.
It's probably just my imagination.
Having calmed herself down, Xiaoli quickly turned her attention to Wencai, who was standing next to her.
Yes, this is someone watching a ghost play during the Ghost Festival.
He doesn't seem to be very smart.
the other side.
Lin Yi had just come out.
Just then, Uncle Nine came rushing over.
He was accompanied by several disciples.
They rushed over.
"Junior brother, what's wrong with you?"
"I've met Uncle Master!"
"It's nothing, Uncle Jiu, I just watched the show." Lin Yi waved his hand.
He then said this.
Uncle Nine calls him his junior brother, but he still calls him Uncle Nine.
The main reason is that it's unnecessary.
All Lin Yi wanted was a connection with the founder of Maoshan.
Instead of fellow students or fellow disciples.
After all, the bond they formed while learning their craft together back then is gone.
There's no need to get that close anymore.
"Watching a show?"
Uncle Nine was stunned for a moment.
However, considering that Lin Yi was only a latecomer to the profession.
Although I am now a member of the Maoshan sect, I certainly don't know much.
As the senior student.
"Junior brother may not realize that this play is not for living people to see."
"Actually, it's all for the ghosts to see."
Uncle Nine mentioned it briefly.
Lin Yi nodded.
"However, Junior Brother, did you just meet Wencai?"
Uncle Nine hadn't forgotten either.
The purpose of my visit.
"Wencai is watching a play inside," Lin Yi said, pointing to the theater.
What? He actually came to watch the show?
Uncle Nine said angrily.
immediately.
He led his two disciples directly to the entrance of the theater.
However, they did not go in directly.
Instead, she lifted the curtain, glanced at it briefly, and then retreated.
"Master, why don't we go in? Isn't Wencai inside?"
Qiu Sheng was taken aback for a moment, then asked in return.
"Take a good look."
As he spoke, Uncle Nine took out a few willow leaves.
He handed it directly to his apprentices.
I was stunned for a moment, but then I realized that this was unusual.
I wiped my eyes.
I looked into the theater again.
I gasped in shock.
d densely packed.
Just a moment ago it was empty, with only Wencai watching the play here.
But now it seems.
It was packed with people.
No, this should be filled with ghosts.
At the very back stood several ghost messengers with menacing expressions.
Is this really a play performed for ghosts?
"Master, what should we do?"
Qiu Sheng also asked in a low voice.
Anyone with eyes can see it.