Just when I was about to make a move, there was a dinging sound from the hall where Sister Juhua came out.
Then her face changed slightly, she quickly stopped her hand and murmured: "Hide first and then talk."
After saying that, he came over and hugged me, then came closer with a pout.
Damn it, no way, here we go again.
In an emergency situation, I was so anxious that I swallowed the cold breath from Xiao Yao directly into my stomach.
Then, Sister Juhua’s big fat lips came close to me.
I didn’t want her to stick her disgusting tongue into my mouth, so I quickly opened my mouth obediently, and another cold breath came into my mouth.
In the mouth.
"Follow me obediently and don't run around."
Sister Juhua whispered in my ear, then turned around and walked inside with three twists and turns.
As she walked, she said: "Xiao Yao, come quickly, I'll spare you this time." ” Xiao Yao quickly got up from the ground, made a gesture to me, and motioned for me to follow Sister Juhua.
I never understood what they meant by watching a theater, but I always felt that it didn't look like a good place, so I looked around to see if I could escape first.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I glanced around, there was a chirping sound in the distance behind me.
Several women seemed to be walking this way in a hurry, giggling as they walked: "Hurry up, hurry up, it's too late."
When I saw it, I couldn't let it go, and Xiao Yao kept telling me, forget it, just go inside.
Strangely enough, after being saved by that chrysanthemum sister, the other women didn't seem to see me.
They didn't pay attention to me at all when they walked past me.
I slowly followed Sister Juhua in front of me, and Xiao Yao beside me followed me almost step by step.
Walking more than ten meters inside, there is a large iron gate with two huge iron gates.
At the same time, there are two large characters painted on it with white paint.
They are the traditional Chinese characters of the warehouse.
The little Japanese picks up people's teeth and picks up Chinese characters to spell out.
They pieced it together to form their own language, so most of their words are Chinese characters.
The iron gate was now open, and there was a sea of people inside.
I stared at everything in front of me dumbfounded, almost doubting whether I had entered a theater.
In the huge warehouse, there are piles of military supplies stacked against the walls.
There is an open space in the middle, about the size of a football field.
There is a large stage in front.
Someone is trying out gongs and drums on it, and there are many warblers and swallows standing below. , noisy.
Sister Juhua quickly walked to the edge of the crowd, and many people immediately greeted her.
After she greeted them one by one, she took advantage of others not paying attention, pulled my sleeves, and led me to a group of men on the right side of the stage.
Behind him, he whispered: "Stand here and don't move."
Then he turned back to look at Xiao Yao on the side, and said again: "Damn girl, keep an eye on me.
If nothing else happens, my sister will be full in the evening and let you have a share of the pie.
This will save you the trouble of being here for the first time."
Being bullied.”
Xiao Yao nodded quickly.
Sister Juhua smiled slightly, looked at me again, turned around and walked towards the left side of the stage.
There, there is a black wooden square chair, but it is still empty.
It is probably the eldest sister's position that Xiao Yao and Sister Juhua mentioned.
As soon as Sister Juhua walked away, Xiao Yao finally breathed a sigh of relief.
I also relaxed a bit, which made me look like a zombie all the time.
It was really scary.
However, although there are men all around here, it is still a bit awkward to stand in the back.
None of the men in this group of men are taller than 1.7 meters.
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They are all wearing tattered military uniforms and look like Japanese soldiers often seen on TV.
Looking at the dozens of women wearing cheongsams on the opposite side and in front of the stage, I basically had an idea in my mind.
These women wearing cheongsam are probably the owners of the ninety-eight human skin lanterns, and the other men who look like walking corpses are the Japanese garrison under Zuozuo Hatake who was inexplicably skinned in Yinshan.
But what is the fuss about now?
How could these skinned female ghosts get together with these ghosts and even watch a show?
I was wondering when suddenly a group of women came in from the door.
Among them was a sweet-looking, slender, fair-skinned woman.
At first glance, this woman looked like Lin Daiyu, sickly.
But the pitiful look in her weakness is really touching.
She also wore a cheongsam, a white cheongsam with a few bamboo leaves embroidered on it.
Her cheongsam was not like other women's cheongsam.
The slits of other women's cheongsam were wide open to the thighs.
She would occasionally look at them when walking around.
To the ass.
Her cheongsam is very classical and orthodox, trimmed to fit, and she looks like a lady.
The other women around the stands all lowered their heads and called her eldest sister.
Could this woman be the first woman to be made into a human skin lantern?
Looking at her like this, not to mention Xiaoshan Town, even in Spring City, there are probably only a handful of people who can compete with her.
When the eldest sister walked to the stage, everyone stepped aside and gave up the black wooden chair.
I saw everyone bowing their heads, and I quickly bowed my head as well, cursing in my heart: "These little Japanese are so naughty.
They exposed me with just a little bow, so I have to bow."
Only by bowing at a ninety-degree angle can you hide."
Poof, suddenly, there was a very subtle laughter next to me.
I turned my head and glanced at Xiao Yao, and found that the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she was looking down at me and smiling secretly.
This little Yao smiles quite innocently, like a student girl in school.
Hey, that's not right.
These dead women were all the owners of the ninety-eight human skin lanterns.
They were all women from the old society during the Anti-Japanese War.
But this little Yao is dressed in completely modern attire.
Wait, her last name is Yao Could she be the Yao Ying invited by the dean's grandfather two years ago?
Then she was killed inexplicably and became the ninety-ninth human skin lantern.
I stared at her in a daze, and suddenly she winked at me and pointed in front of me.
It turned out that everyone had stood up straight.
I quickly straightened up.
It was really tiring to keep bending over.
On the stage, gongs and drums began to be beaten, and the drama began.
In the audience, all the cheongsam female ghosts clapped their hands and applauded.
Only then did I realize that all the ghosts of the little devils standing below were all stunned.
They were really like walking zombies.
They didn't know how to clap their hands and were stuck there like wooden stakes.
It seems that these little devils were just detained as foils, so that it would look more lively.
I don’t know what kind of drama is being performed on the stage, but at least I can understand it.
The man in military uniform who was arrogant at first and then was tortured must be a Japanese officer.
This is a YY drama of torturing Japanese soldiers.
The elder sister sitting opposite seemed to be looking at it very seriously and had no expression on her face.
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I guess she has watched this drama for decades.
Taking advantage of the loud sound of gongs and drums on the stage, I quietly retreated to Xiao Yao's side, winked at her and moved my lips slightly.
Xiao Yao immediately shook his head, indicating that I couldn't speak.
Then he also leaned close to me and whispered in an extremely fine voice: "Sister Juhua will drag you into her room at night to do that kind of thing.
After that, she will suck out the remaining yang energy in your body." , don’t do it with her, otherwise you will be dead.
If you can hold on until the middle of the night, I will find a way to take you out.”
I was stunned for a moment, and felt grateful in my heart.
This little girl has a good heart.
It’s such a pity.
I don’t know who made her into a human skin lantern.
Those ninety-eight women were made into human skin lanterns because Hatake Zuo Zuo wanted to participate in the Japanese Lantern Festival.
But what happened two years ago?
Why was Xiao Yao made into a human skin lantern?
I don’t believe that in this day and age, there are still people in Japan who would dare to come to Xiaoshan Town and kill people and skin them to make lanterns just to participate in the Lantern Festival.
The death of this little girl is simply a mystery
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