Yellow Springs Opera?!
The three words the old drummer spoke struck like drumbeats against Qin Manjiang's heart.
"Is it... Yin Opera?"
Fear appeared on Qin Manjiang's face as he asked.
The old drummer shook his head. "Both are performed for ghosts, but Yin Opera is sung in the world of the living, while Yellow Springs Opera... means going to the ghosts' territory to sing for them."
His explanation finally resolved the greatest question Qin Manjiang had harbored all along.
Why was the ghost story called Yellow Springs Opera rather than Yin Opera?
Apparently, this was the difference.
Feigning confusion, Qin Manjiang asked quietly, "Are... are we really going to perform on Yellow Springs Road?"
Once he said this, however, he discovered that everyone in the cabin had fallen silent.
"Heaven's justice is clear. Causes always bring consequences. Boy, you've had bad luck too..."
The old drummer sighed and said no more.
Qin Manjiang's heart lurched, but he had finally worked out the broad outline of the whole affair.
Judging by the current situation, this Southern Branch Troupe had received an invitation to perform.
But the place they were going this time... was a Vengeful Ghost's territory, not truly part of the human world.
That was why it was called Yellow Springs Opera rather than Yin Opera.
"Why do we have to go... can't we stay away?" Qin Manjiang asked in a pitiful voice.
"If we go, we still have a slim chance of survival. If we don't... you remember those things darting around underwater just now, don't you? What comes knocking... will be far more terrifying than those."
"What is it?" Qin Manjiang asked in confusion.
After switching to a body whose expressions he could control freely, Qin Manjiang had instead discovered a talent for acting.
There was no flaw