When was she Mei Sijun, and when was she "Lin Yanqing"?
For a moment, Qin Manjiang did not know what to do.
What if the soul suddenly switched back to Lin Yanqing while he was discussing something important with Mei Sijun?
Lin Yanqing continued brushing her hair, as though she had called Qin Manjiang over only to listen to her, not to actually help brush her hair.
The moonlight grew paler, and the wind grew stronger. Half an hour soon passed, and everyone who might have to perform had changed into costume and put on their makeup.
The troupe master, Zhao Qigong, gave everyone a long, searching look and said, "Remember, once you look the part, you are no longer yourself..."
"Everyone, down the well!"
At his command, someone dropped a rope into the well and secured it outside. Zhao Qigong glanced at everyone. "I'll go first. Follow me down one at a time."
With that, seemingly without any fear, Zhao Qigong gripped the rope, wrapped it around his waist, and slowly slid down into the well.
Qin Manjiang watched him disappear below the mouth of the well, but his mind was still turning over the meaning of Zhao Qigong's words.
Once you look the part, you are no longer yourself...
There seemed to be a deeper meaning to Zhao Qigong's words.
This troupe master was definitely no ordinary man.
Once Zhao Qigong had descended, the other troupe members began lowering themselves down one after another.
The pitch-black mouth of the well was seemingly bottomless. No sound came back up from those who had descended. If they could have found any way to escape the paper figures, they would never have gone down.
As far as they were concerned, this meant certain death!
Soon, it was Qin Manjiang's turn. He