Because we didn't know what happened over there at the old stage, we didn't walk over there rashly. Instead, we stopped in front of a yard across the street from the old stage, looked at each other, and went up the wall together.
I walked along the wall to the house, and climbed up to the roof of the main house with some difficulty.
In fact, I was the only one in difficulty. Lang Hongyi was not affected by the bracelet on his hands at all. With his help, I lay down on the roof safely and faced the person behind the house.
Looking over at the old stage.
On the very flat square that had been trampled by the villagers walking back and forth every day, there were many dark figures gathered at this time. Those were villagers who should be sleeping at home, and at this time, even those who were only a few months old were barely able to
A baby that crawls and cannot yet walk upright.
They were all like puppies, lying quietly at the feet of the adults. It made the hairs on my body stand on end. I was afraid that even if the villagers woke up now, after a period of chaos, a few pieces of humanoid flesh and blood would appear under their feet.
limb.
Lang Hongyi touched my hand lightly and asked me to look up at the old stage. Because I opened my eyes, I could clearly see a circle and a half of arc-shaped shadows in front of the broken stone wall of the old stage.
Already in place.
Those shadows had clear figures, wore long-breasted gowns from the early years, and held various musical instruments in their hands.
Flute, Sheng, Xiao, Suona, erhu, gongs, bowls, cymbals and drums are all available.
Just when I was still on the roof, trying to see clearly the facial features or expressions of the people holding musical instruments, a burst of gongs and drums suddenly sounded, causing my whole body to tremble, and there was a sound in my head.
A sharp pain.
The pain made me subconsciously cover my ears with both hands, and I almost rolled down from the roof. Fortunately, Lang Hongyi grabbed the chain connecting us in time, which allowed me to delay my fall at the last moment.
He grabbed the edge of the eaves and only kicked down a few tiles.
The initial discomfort passed, and I slowly climbed back to the roof. The opera excerpts on the stage had already started, and the song was actually the song about Zhong Kui marrying his sister. But the strange thing was that all the actors on the stage were there.
They don't use special effects when they appear, they are all in the void under their feet, they walk with ghostly steps, and their singing voices are babbling. And those who are giving weddings are real ghosts. They don't have to put on costumes to look at them, but they are all acting in their true colors.
A bunch of gangsters, some of them carrying gun holsters.
The body was dirty, the face was pale and bloody, and the face was miserable, like a zombie, suddenly wrapped among a few troupe members who were obviously leading the group.
Those who were wearing costumes couldn't even see their original appearance. We could only see the heavy paint on their faces, outlining their clear makeup. The bright red lips were the most conspicuous. They had already begun to marry a girl.
I was horrified. Lang Hongyi was not much better than me. Our eyes were all focused on the sedan chair that the bride had replaced with two wooden sticks. There was a man in red clothes and green trousers with two hair tied on his head.
Xiao Gao Ge, a ghostly child with a white head, is staggeringly playing the role of Zhong Kui, as if he is happily playing house.
What kind of ghost is this? It dares to play the role of Zhong Kui without any scruples.
You know, even when living people play these clerical roles or ghost roles, there are many taboos that need to be observed.
Now that I am facing such a horrifying scene, the most fortunate thing is that we did not rush to the front and stand in the crowd, but hid on the roof.
Rural houses all have pointed roofs, and a flat suspended ceiling is added to the house, which is a false roof. Such a double-layered roof can keep the house warm in winter and cool in summer, insulate the house from the sun in summer, and protect it from the sun in winter.
A two-layer roof is more effective at insulating heat.
It is the shape of the roof that completely blocks Lang Hongyi and I from the other side. As long as we put our hands on the ridge of the roof and expose our eyes, it will be difficult for the other side to detect our presence, which comforts me somewhat.
However, the ghost theater troupe has an incomprehensible feud with the villagers' elders. Could it be that this big fight is just to gather the villagers and sing one last play for them?
I noticed that just after the opera started, the bodies of the villagers below were shaking slightly, but none of them left. What was even more chilling to us was that there were no traces of people or people standing and walking on the roads in the village.
, or various creeping ghosts.
It is true that there is a practice of singing operas for ghosts during the Bon Festival, and Zhong Kui's Marrying His Sister is also one of the songs, but why is this happening now?
After the first wave of outsiders wandered into the crowd, I finally understood why the ghost troupe did what they did.
They did not simply return to the village to sing a play, but to make the villagers feel the helplessness and fear they had experienced.
Those lonely souls have begun to crawl towards the villagers closest to them. Even the children who can't walk on the ground have not been spared. The lonely souls, who are much larger than their bodies, are sitting upright on the baby's head.
Above the back.
It was so heart-wrenching to watch. The ghost troupe was preparing to take away everyone in the village, from the young to the elderly.
By this time, I couldn't stand it any longer. No, we can't let them succeed. There are so many lives in the village, and we can't let them harm them so easily.
Although they were pitiful before, such methods have already made people feel cold.
I barely gave Lang Hongyi time to react. I stood up and yelled, "Stop, now that you have become a dead soul, you can no longer kill living beings. The villagers did not save you back then. Of course they were wrong, not to mention the time realm."
Migrant, most of those people back then have passed away, are you still going to make a big mistake?"
This is a bit of a warning, but more of an exhortation.
My roar directly exposed our hiding place. The sound of gongs and drums on the stage was chaotic for a moment, and then continued to sound. However, the lonely souls clinging to the villagers in the open space, as well as the actors singing on the stage, were all stunned.
Focused your attention in the direction where I was.
Among them, the big-headed doll that made people panic the most slowly turned around, with his eyes wide open and a stiff smile on his face. His whole little body didn't move, and only his head turned around.
After those eyes locked on us, his neck tilted and his body suddenly turned around. The clothes stained with a lot of blood were facing our direction. Lang Hongyi was forced to stand next to me, facing the person in front of him.
everything.
"Hee hee hee..." The big-headed doll stood in the center of the stage, with a young student in costume floating on the left. On the other side was a Hua Dan dressed in a wedding dress, playing the role of Zhong Kui's sister. The three of them flew up together.
The target is the roof we stand on.
"It's funny, there are still people who can move. If you are not found by the lonely soul, then it will be easier for you two!"
The little doll's voice could not be identified as male or female, but the voice was tender and yet gave people a chilling feeling. It looked like he was the leader of this group of ghost theater troupes, and everyone respected him.
A man and a woman on both sides of him, their eyes under the paint were full of surprise and greed, stared at us, and said in unison, "Thank you God of Joy!"
God of joy?
If they didn't tell me, I really wouldn't have remembered it. This child's dress was obviously a kind of being that was both good and evil. The second child in the troupe, except for the patriarch, would be worshiped as a god of joy!
The God of Joy is powerful, but he is also good and evil. He faces people from behind and responds to requests. He faces people from the front, and the King of Hell writes.
Thinking of this, I no longer dared to be too big, so I turned around and ran away with Lang Hongyi. Facing them in this position, we were definitely at a disadvantage.
Just get to the flat ground first, or you'll have to fight!