Acting for the gods

Chapter 263 Red and White Shuangsha+Hi

Jiang Fan and his party walked along the forest path.

A gust of wind whizzed suddenly, causing the branches to shake violently.

The sky is bright and the sun is bright, the fog is rising, and the birds and animals in the forest seem to be frightened and run away in all directions.

There was an aura of dead silence all around.

Immediately, a chilly wind came from behind. Jiang Fan, Wuxin, Xiaodingmao and Nuqingji didn't feel anything, but Yueya couldn't help shivering.

Looking back, I saw blood-red miasma surging.

Skeletons drilled out of the grass, they bound the human skin with spider silk, wore red clothes, and carried the sedan chair.

And in front, there is also a procession, they are wearing white mourning clothes, a pale figure is sitting on it, it is wearing a straw cloak, bowing its head in silence, it looks like a funeral procession, but it is singing and dancing all the way.

Seeing this, Nu Qingji complained, "Heh, this face is not as pale as hers after three days of death."

"Red and white collide, I never expected to encounter such a scene."

Jiang Fan took out his mobile phone, but it seemed that he was disturbed by some kind of magnetic field and couldn't take this classic video.

Xiao Dingmao said: "It seems that Pluto did it."

"It's a good way to invite me into the underworld, thanks to her thinking of it." Jiang Fan smiled disdainfully.

At this moment, the noisy beating of gongs and drums became agitated.

Sometimes the sound of the drum is as loud as thunder, and sometimes it is like jade beads falling on a plate.

Accompanied by heresy and ghost singing, the sound of mourning is everywhere!
Like a song like a weeping song, it turns a thousand times and turns a thousand times, as if it can penetrate a person's scalp, like a needle piercing the flesh.

If you don't know the meaning of the song at the first listen, you will already be in the coffin after listening to it again.

Yueya is just an ordinary person. Seeing such a strange scene, the hairs all over her body stood on end. She felt that the temperature around her suddenly dropped by dozens of degrees, and she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

Ten miles of red makeup, ten miles of ice.

One before the other, one happy and one sad.The two sides quickly approached Jiang Fan and his party.

The ghost dance was light, landing silently, with soft and slender feet, and landed lightly on the mountain road paved with red makeup.

The bridal sedan chair, black coffin, and bright colors constitute a strange style of painting.

Far away in the mountains, Zhao Li, the ferryman, watched from a distance.

"The road has been paved, it depends on whether the old heavenly master rewards him or not."

But when the Red and White Shuangsha approached, Jiang Fan, Xiaodingmao and others looked calm.

Except for an ordinary person like Yueya, they are at least centenarians, so naturally they won't be intimidated by these ghosts.

"Everyone has made moves, let's do it too, I think '囍' is good, it's about talent."

Jiang Fan waved his hand and took out several musical instruments.

In his hand is the crystal suona, in Wuxin's hand is the pipa, the little cat is Mo Yuxiao, and Nu Qingji is playing the erhu.

"play music."

After Jiang Fan's words fell, he played the pipa inadvertently, and the mournful sound of the Nuqingji erhu sounded, with a gust of yin wind blowing the red and white evil spirits all over the body.

Immediately after Nuqing Chicken played the flute, the hollow and bleak sound gradually sounded.

"Woo~"

Hongbai Shuangsha couldn't help being stunned by the fluttering flute, and then felt desolate in his heart.

For a moment, I couldn't tell the difference, who is the human and who is the ghost?

Compared with the music they played and sang, as soon as Jiang Fan and his team's "囍" came out, s immediately seized the home BGM, making their souls tremble.

In an instant, a sense of sadness began to permeate from among the ghosts.

"What's that sound?"

"I feel like my body is out of control!"

"Why, aren't they Taoist priests, how come the music they play is worse than ours?"

"It feels more professional than us!"

"This voice... why is there a resentment in it, which makes it difficult for me to control myself, and I can't help but want to dance along."

Listening to the sound of pipa, erhu and Xiao, all the ghosts felt their scalps go numb and felt an indescribable sense of fear.

At this moment, an indistinct, half-crying, half-smiling voice sounded, which stunned the surrounding ghosts.

"The eighteenth day of the first lunar month is an auspicious day for raising sorghum~"

Jiang Fan's voice, strange accent and dialect, mixed with negative emotions such as desolation, resentment, resentment, regret, etc., has a strong sense of incongruity.

All the ghosts subconsciously took a deep breath, feeling a pair of hands behind their necks, blowing cold air from behind.

When Zhao Li in the distance heard the singing, his body also stiffened for a moment.

【What song is this?Why does my whole body feel cold, it feels more eerie than being in the underworld! 】

Listening to Jiang Fan's eerie singing, Zhao Li felt an indescribable sense of creepiness, as if there were countless evil ghosts whispering in his ears.

When his head felt cold, Zhao Li subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch it, only to feel a piece of icy cold sweat.

"Put on the red dress, one foot and one hate, hastily cut~"

"Abandon my lover, why don't I return, pretending to be beautiful~"

At this time, the voice suddenly changed, and the crisp sound of the crescent moon sounded.

"Cantanban red sandalwood, it's easy to say, it's really hard to guess~"

This drama combined with the dialect resonated with the ghost bride dressed in red and sitting in a red sedan chair.

What she was muttering in her mouth, no one could hear clearly, but the helpless expression, and the appearance of heartbreak in the end, really made people feel tight.

It was obviously a happy event, but there was an indescribable sense of sadness.

The contradictory artistic conception makes people fall into it.

"Listen~"

"At Maoshi, turn it over three miles away~"

"Ping Zhe~"

"The sound of horseshoes gradually rises and cuts down, worrying about it~"

"Say it quickly... Push the door and the fog will open..."

"The night cat followed a few streets~"

At this time, the unintentionally played pipa suddenly accelerated the rhythm, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Hearing this, Hongbai Guisha unconsciously clenched his fists, terrified and excited.

"Changing the tree with a crooked neck~"

"Look and see that she is waiting~"

"This village is also strange~"

"Close all the doors."

The desolate and resentful voices echoed in the ears, and the red mist surged. The red ghost carried the big red sedan chair through the barren hills, and his figure became more and more solid, as if he had become an entity.

A voice like a wild ghost lingered in my ears.

"Get off the horse, just now. The official laughed~"

Jiang Fan sighed and sang: "The official was having fun, thinking about it for a long time~"

"I'm just whimpering about my sorrow~"

The ghost bride in the red new clothes was moved, as if thinking of the hate before her, and had another talk.

Then I heard Jiang Fan singing again: "She failed to answer the conversation again this time~"

"She laughed and cried~"

"Guess why she laughed and cried~"

"Crying~"

"Look at how she is crying and laughing~"

At this time, the little cat shouted.

"Pray to heaven and earth~"

"Second obeisance to the high hall~"

"Couples greet each other~"

At the same time, Jiang Fan picked up the crystal suona.

As soon as the loud suona sounded, all the ghosts' minds went blank in an instant, and their joy turned into great sorrow in an instant. Many ghosts with insufficient cultivation bases, before turning their heads, directly ascended their souls to heaven and were sent away on the spot.

(End of this chapter)