my weird life

Chapter 249 The trick troupe (12)

Dark clouds cover the sky and the moon,
In the dark woods, only rustling noises could be heard.

as well as,

A white paper lantern wobbles through the woods.

The lantern emits a cold light,
Gradually through the woods,

The skinny boy carrying the lantern - Su Wu,

and the little boy next to him.

The little boy looked nervous, and listened carefully to Su Wu's words: "The front is almost to the stage, if there is a black hole over there,
That's a great thing,

Let's go straight away.

If you see a woman in a red costume and a phoenix crown and a xiapei standing on the stage,

Just undo your belt and pee on her! "

Su Wu told the little boy,
Originally, these words were told by his master, but now he is using them to teach his younger brother.

Peeing on the stage is better done by little boys,
After all, in this kind of ghostly thing, boy urine is the most effective.

He is no longer a real boy.

"As for the case of an old monk appearing on the stage,

you don't mind
Just let me handle it. "Su Wu saw the little boy's tense face, as if he was very nervous, and he didn't continue to say more, lest the other party have to remember too many things, but he couldn't remember anything.

The little boy nodded vigorously when he heard the words: "Brother, I will definitely do as you say!"

He couldn't help but squeeze the palms hidden under his sleeves,

My whole body is working hard,

My mind was tense to the extreme.

Lifting his head slightly, he saw the skinny young man smiling at himself, and his heart suddenly became much calmer.
take a long breath,

follow 'brother' step by step,
Go forward along the dirt road,
On the side, there is a large empty field covered by trees on three sides.

Glancing out of the corner of his eye,

The little boy 'Gousheng' discovered that
It was pitch black on the other side of the big empty field, only some trees were reflected by the dim sky light, shaking in the empty field.

This should be the 'Xiataiping', right?
A piece of black rumble,
Nothing at all,

It seems that this time we can pass through here safely...

Gou Sheng thought about it in his mind,

More relaxed.

He looked up at his brother's face,

But found that the other party looked dignified,
From time to time, I looked sideways at the big dark empty field.

Gou Sheng also turned his head to look, but didn't find any strange scene.

—There's nothing there,

A thought came to the little boy's mind,
In the pitch-black empty field, there was a sudden sound of beating a gong!

"choke!"

Two pale white silks suddenly hung down from the edge of the empty field,
The white silk is connected with a swaying curtain like a cloud,
An equally pale stage rises from the void,

in the middle of the stage,

A woman in plain clothes flutters her sleeves,

'Her' face is clear,
But it is difficult for people to remember the appearance of 'her',

lips don't move,

The voice came from her,
With great grief!
Let the little boy feel cold and his scalp numb!
"A farewell on the roof is an eternal farewell,

There is no destiny in the world to grow old together,
I thought that heaven and man would like to be married,
Who knows, the name in the marriage book is not marked,
I really hope that you Wanyue Lao will come as a matchmaker,

Who knows, the magpie did not call the crow,
I really hope that the shengguandixiao will come to marry me,
Who knows, before arriving at the Broken Magpie Bridge of the Milky Way,
I really hope that the big red sedan chair will arrive at your home,
Who knows, white clothes and plain clothes come to show filial piety..."

The opera tone slowly spit out from the woman's mouth,

Clouds and smoke gather and disperse on the high platform,
A tomb stands on the platform.

The woman in white clothes suddenly turned to a high pitched voice: "Brother Liang——"

"I don't see brother Liang, I don't see the grave!

I can't call back the sky and the earth!
Yingtai's determination is hard to change!
How can I marry Ma Wencai! "

"Brother Liang—"

"You can't live and die together!!"

"You can't live and die together!!"

The woman in plain clothes on the stage pierced the darkness with the voice from her throat,
It exploded in the ears of the little boy and Su Wu!

The strong rhyme gathers into a torrent,
Suddenly burst out of that grave!
The 'woman' in white clothes rode the invisible torrent of treacherous rhymes, wandered through the void, and came chasing the little boy and Su Wu!

The two of them had already rushed a hundred paces away from the stage,
But such a long distance,
'She' is still there in the blink of an eye!

Feeling the icy cold breath behind me,
The little boy couldn't help but turned back,

turn back,

All I saw was a pale, stiff face shaking off powder!
Those gray and white dead fish eyes stared at the little boy!
The little boy felt a chill in his heart,
The invisible rhyme swept him up in an instant, and dragged him backwards towards the grave on the stage!
Sensing the strange rhyme behind him suddenly becoming stronger,

A thought flashed in Su Wu's mind - it seems that he needs to use his own fierce power to pass the current test!

——Master never said,
On the stage, there will be a female ghost in white clothes, singing "Blessing Lovers" in her mouth!

This situation,

Peeing on her is obviously useless!

When you think about it,

The hand of the corpse ghost quietly stretched out to the cuff,
Coincidentally at this time,
The withered yellow human skin paper pasted on Su Wu's chest suddenly fell off,
It floats in mid-air,
Sweeping rhymes soak the withered and yellow pages,
The handwriting on it that was blurred to the point of being completely invisible suddenly gradually became clear.

Su Wu glanced in surprise,
Just glimpsed all the contents on the human skin paper!
Those words are like a stream of data, as long as he reads it at a glance, he can read all the data content!
'Tricksters...'

'Sometimes there are people from poor families who earn a living by doing lowly business and performing arts to please people.

The country is in decline, the people's livelihood is dying,
In every township and town, more than half of the villagers perish,

For the souls of the dead,

Local theater troupes are often invited to sing operas for the dead.

Among them is a theater troupe named 'Zhaojiaban',

When singing a ghost show somewhere,
Overnight, the theater troupe disappeared without a trace, from the troupe master to the apprentices.

Six years later,
Zhaojiaban reappeared somewhere in the southwest,

It's already a trick troupe...'

'Currently, the aria of the trick troupe - "The Butterfly Lovers - Weeping the Grave". '

'It can be parodied aria - "Farewell My Concubine". '

Parody?

Farewell My Concubine?

what?
Lines of writing on the withered yellow paper flowed through the bottom of Su Wu's heart,

The treachery imprisoned in his heart chakra suddenly exuded wisps of treachery, soaking the withered yellow paper.

follow closely,

Black and white two-color colorful pigments emerge on the withered yellow human skin,
The whole human skin becomes oval,
Black and white are intertwined on it,
It suddenly turned into a clean-cut face of Peking Opera,
Steel fork has no double face!
This face mask was bound and pasted on Su Wu's face,

The cowhide thangka robe on his body changed accordingly, turning into a set of fish scale costumes with black as the background color,
There are all kinds of clothing such as flags, boards, poles, etc.
shhh-

The cold and treacherous rhyme washed the flag of the military commander behind him into the wind!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa—"

There was a long whistle from Su Wu's mouth,

Then turned abruptly,

Grabbing the arm of the female ghost in white clothes,
The tricky rhyme flowing around was sluggish because of his action,
The leftover dog who was about to be dragged into the grave was also frozen by the strange rhyme, and regained his freedom, rolling and crawling away from the strange rhyme!
"Concubine!"

Su Wu said in his mouth,

The treacherous rhyme of the heart is infiltrated with the strong rhyme of the "Sly Opera Troupe",

Make it reversely sweep the female ghost who was chasing Su Wu, and change her pale costume into a light yellow cloak, wearing a crimson costume inside, and the crown on her head is also very different from before!
"There are Chu Kingdoms on all sides丨Songs, Liu Bang must have won Chu!"

"Lonely! The general trend is going——"

Two passages of chanting came out from Su Wu's mouth,
He never studied drama,
However, at the moment, the emphasis, eyes, movements, etc. are all right,

It's like an 'old drama'!
'It turns out that this is a parody...'

Thoughts were turning in his heart, Su Wu let the withered yellow human skin to mobilize the heart's tricks, hooked up with the cowhide thangka robe, and directed his body to make various movements.

He said in a few paragraphs,
On the opposite side, the female face with rouge and light makeup turned pale: "Ah, Your Majesty!"

"In Yigu's opinion,
Today is you and me——

The day of parting..."

Read it to the end,
But he sighed dejectedly.

This sigh has a long aftertaste,
sigh,

Surrounded by tricky rhymes are all involved in the tricky rhyme of the heart, leading,
Melted into the lantern that fell on the ground,
The lantern flames burst into flames,

Su Wu flicked his sleeves,

The female ghost turned back instantly,
On the stage in the woods far away,

There was a knocking sound.

Then it suddenly disappeared.

That side is still a big empty field,

No troupe,
Not to mention any female tricks.

Su Wu looked at the flaming lantern fire on the ground, and stretched out his hand to wipe his face—the withered yellow human skin peeled off his face,
The cowhide thangka robe on his body was restored to tattered clothes,

Holding that piece of human skin paper that is closely connected with the cunning in his hand, and now shows inexplicable abilities,
Bring it close to the lantern fire,
Wisps of invisible and intangible aura that existed in Su Wu's senses flowed out with the burning of the lantern flames, and flowed into the withered yellow human skin paper.

As a result, a series of handwriting appeared on the paper.

"[-] of the solar calendar,

My wife is dead!
Weak scholar who can only write obscenities and clichés to make people cry,

His wife died in front of him,
helpless,

pain! pain! pain!
I wish I could kill the trick and then hurry up! "

After a few columns of scrawled and somewhat illegible traditional characters flashed across the human skin paper, they gradually disappeared.

Su Wu was left holding the human skin paper,
He frowned and thought in situ.

The tone of the owner of the writing that appeared at the moment was different from the tone of the writing that appeared on the human skin paper that he saw for the first time.

This man, like an ancient man,
Witnessed the death of his wife,
The wife may have been killed by the trick,

So sad, sad and indignant.

Judging from his self-proclaimed "weak scholar who can only write obscenities and clichés and make people cry", he may have been a scholar who wrote operas for theatrical troupes-this is what Su Wu combined with human skin paper to make himself own' Parody' can make judgments.

of course,

In fact, compared to scholars who write operas,

The person who wrote on the parchment is more likely to be a 'novelist'.

Because Su Wu had read the first paragraph of text left by the human skin paper,
The owner of that writing said he was dead,
There's a good-for-nothing novelist who writes a lot of bullshit...

From these two lines of writing,

It can be roughly concluded that the human skin paper does not just record the past of a 'person',

At the moment, the self-reported language of a novelist and a "person" written and drawn by the novelist has appeared on it.

(End of this chapter)