The stage is set up, the paper hats are hung, and the first round of the funeral drama can be prepared.

The Qian family moved in the Eight Immortals tables, one after another, totaling twenty-one.

These Eight Immortals tables surround the stage, leaving only a small space in the middle.

Seeing this, someone behind Yun Song said calmly: "It turns out that the first performance is a hanging ceremony. The Qian family is so courageous. They will invite the ancestor of the Qian family for the first performance."

Yunsong turned around.

The four-eyed Taoist priest appeared behind him.

Yun Song stared at him and asked, "What happened to the ancestor of the Qian family?"

Taoist Priest Simu also asked him, "Don't you want to call the old Taoist Master Master?"

Yun Song turned back again.

Nothing to say.

However, Taoist Master Simu answered his question in a good-tempered manner: "You see, Qian lives in a poor and remote place like Laozhen. He is just a rich man with a small amount of money, but he has thousands of pieces of furniture, and he can even cultivate it to show off to the leaders of various families.

Don’t you think it’s strange to see the enviable mausoleums of our ancestors?”

"It's a bit strange." Yun Song said kindly.

Taoist Priest Simu said: "Then you should be able to imagine that the ancestors of the Qian family were also richer than ever before!"

Yun Song said: "How can you imagine this? In fact, the people who are still alive these days are much richer than their ancestors. They are all from large families. Because there were many troubled times and countless disasters in the past, how could ordinary people have the ability to pass down the inheritance for so many generations?

Let future generations preserve it to this day?”

Taoist Priest Simu was stunned and said: "You are right, but the Qian family is different. The ancestor of the Qian family was the King of Wuyue during the Republic of China. At the end of the Republic of China, warlords were everywhere. The Qian family also once proclaimed himself an emperor.

King of."

Yun Song sighed: "No wonder Qian Quanxing shed tears in his ancestor's grave a few days ago, saying that he had brought shame to his ancestors."

"If their ancestor was once a king who dominated Wu and Yue, and now his family is huddled in this place in the old town, he is really like a weasel laying waste to mice, and each one is worse than the next!"

Taoist priest Simu was stunned again: "Uh, what you said is really shameful!"

He continued: "There are more than one Qian family. If you know history, you should know that the Qian family's ancestor, King Wu Yue, died at a healthy age, so the funeral troupe singing and performing funeral dramas cannot call him out."

"The people Qian wants to call out are the ancestors of the branch after they moved into the old town. Their branch did not enter the old town on their own initiative. According to legend, they were punished deep in the mountains of the old town for making mistakes."

"The ancestor of their clan regarded this as a great shame and humiliation, and later hanged himself. He was very resentful and obsessed. After his death, he made a fuss in the old town for many days, causing great turmoil in the Qian family.

"

"So if the Qian family comes up, they will call out their ancestors - eh, no."

While he was speaking, members of the funeral group wearing black clothes, black hats and white masks came on stage and moved the tables down again.

Taoist Master Simu said suddenly: "It turns out that they wanted to test whether the capacity of the stage was suitable. That's right. The highlight of this funeral play is the return of the ancestor of the Qian family. The stage naturally has to meet the needs of this play.

Come and arrange it.”

While everyone was busy moving tables, he spread some knowledge about funeral drama to Yun Song.

Finally, when the table was moved down, someone came out and asked, "Thank you, my fellow villagers, for coming. My neighbors come to watch the funeral drama. Do you understand the rules?"

The people shouted: "Understood!"

The man bowed his hands in salute, stood up and said: "Although you understand, I still have to repeat it, because the matter is of great importance, so please don't take it lightly!"

"First!"

"Don't make a sound during the whole show! You have to cover your mouth and don't scream no matter what you see!"

"second!"

"The play is very long and won't end until it's dark, so try not to leave until the play is over!"

"If you have to leave, you must not go alone. You must find someone to accompany you - but when you find someone to accompany you, you must make sure you find a human being and don't attract ghosts to you!"

Hearing this, the sound of swallowing came from the mouths of the people.

The person on the stage said coldly: "Third!"

"You can leave but you can't go home. If you can't sleep anymore, then you can stay at a friend's house for the night!"

"Remember, even if you can't help but say something later, you must not say 'go home'. If you want to leave, cover your head and leave quietly. If you say 'go home',

Then you won’t know who it is that really comes back to your house!”

The voice became more and more sinister as he spoke, and someone directly stuffed the prepared strip of cloth into his mouth.

Yunsong was amazed when he saw this.

This is risking your life just to watch a show!

Taoist Priest Simu saw what he meant and chuckled: "You misunderstood. Although the people in the town rarely have the opportunity to watch a play and want to go to the play, they will not risk being haunted by ghosts.

, look at the people around you, who are they?"

Yun Song looked at it and said, "Old man?"

The stage was full of old people, including old men and women, as well as men, but there were no children or teenagers.

Taoist Master Four Eyes said: "Most of the time, it's the old, weak and sick, people who don't have many days to live."

"Funeral dramas can attract evil spirits. They want the evil spirits to recognize their faces. It will be convenient if they see them on the road to hell in the future."

"Shh!" Someone signaled the four eyes to take a breath.

The people on the stage had already left, and the strong mourners came on stage carrying musical instruments.

The musical instrument they used was very simple, shaped like a large trumpet, which had to be two meters long. After the funeral members came on stage, they occupied the two corners at the back, picked up the big trumpet and started playing.

This musical instrument is called "Calling Souls". According to legend, it is played not for humans, but for ghosts. The sound it makes can prove this:

The soul-calling sound is weird, much like the sound of killing a pig, and it makes a shrill sound of "guierguier"!

As soon as this sound rang out, the people who came to watch the excitement shivered one after another.

Marshal Wang sent a team of men to guard the funeral scene. They came with neat steps and followed the sound of calling for souls. Every soldier had an expressionless face, as if they were coming from underworld soldiers!

The people heard the sound and looked, and then became even more frightened.

Just when the people turned to look at the arriving soldiers, Wu Yinyang, the leader of the funeral group, appeared in the center of the stage. He said leisurely: "When the body is dead, the spirit is the spirit, and the soul is the ghost hero... The ghost comes, returns...

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I don't know where the echo came from, as if it was coming from all directions and from the crowd.

The actors began to take the stage. This play was not gloomy, it was just a story about a person from birth to growth and then to obtain fame.

But I don't know that the ancestor of the Qian family was unlucky. Every time he took the county exam, he would have problems. Sometimes he had diarrhea and sometimes he injured his hand. After finally getting healthy, his parents passed away, so he had no choice but to go home to observe his filial piety.

This kind of play is considered a comedy, and the people and soldiers watching it couldn't help but laugh.

Finally, when the three-year period of observing filial piety was over, this person may have had nothing to do during the period of observing filial piety and could only study, but he suddenly became a scholar.

After passing the examination as a scholar, he had to go to the provincial capital to take the provincial examination. All his luck was spent on the examination, and he encountered robbers on his way to the provincial capital...

The climax of this scene has arrived!

The actor playing the robber grabbed the actor playing the Qian family ancestor, pushed him to the ground, and chopped him off with a big knife!

Blood spurts!

Heads fall!

There was a heavy breathing sound at the scene.

Yunsong also took a breath of cold air.

This is fucking wrong!

This is not an act, this is real murder, right?!

It's a cold night, but the gushing blood is still steaming with heat!

At this moment, the play ended. The headless corpse lying on the ground suddenly stood up, hugged the head rolling on the ground, and walked to the end of the stage.

There were only white lanterns floating on the stage, and the light could not be found behind it. Therefore, when the corpse holding the head came to stand at the end of the stage, everyone could only see a figure but could not clearly see the specific appearance.

However, when they saw the corpse standing up and walking freely, everyone was relieved. Someone must have pretended to be it.

Yunsong felt something was wrong.

He looked behind him to ask Taoist Si Mu, but found that at some point, Taoist Si Mu had disappeared.

The second play begins.

The performance started again from birth. This time, Qian's ancestor was a businessman. Then while the performance was going on, a small bamboo hut fell above the stage, and he went in to sleep.

The bamboo house suddenly caught fire, and the fire was raging!

The person inside tried to get out, but couldn't get out. He was burned alive inside!

Yun Song tried his best to look at the stage.
To be continued...