Mei Sijun gathered the general picture from their conversation.
Clearly, they knew a ghost was coming to harm them, but they did not dare run. The implications were worth pondering.
It was already late at night. "Miss Lin" was now the troupe master's darling, and he was terrified that poor rest would ruin her voice. After a few words of instruction, he took the others away, carrying the corpse.
Seven days...
Mei Sijun had thought this strange tale would only begin once they reached the [Southern Branch Troupe] theater.
He had never expected it to begin by sending all their souls a hundred years into the past to experience what had happened back then.
She looked at the bright moon in the night sky, thoughts churning through her mind.
Had their souls truly traveled a hundred years into the past, or had they fallen into a dream woven by a host of ghosts after their deaths?
Mei Sijun listened to the Opera Boat cutting through the water, wondering how to break out of this predicament.
The most pressing matter was probably to find out who everyone else had become. Without a doubt, he had drawn the "protagonist" role. But how could he let everyone know that he was "Miss Lin," the protagonist?
Beyond that, Mei Sijun was especially interested in the Yellow Springs Opera, which was completely different from Yin Opera.
When he was little, his elders had told him there were three kinds of opera in this world that most troupes could not perform.
The first was Yin Opera, performed by the living for the dead, with everything arranged by the living.
The second was Ghost Opera, performed by the dead for the living. Those who heard it generally did not survive.
The last was Yellow Springs Opera.
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