ghost stories

Lu Yuan touched his face and got some white ash on his hands. He put it under his nose and smelled it. The ash smelled a little burnt. He frowned. What kind of game is this old man playing? ?

"What do you mean?" Peng Anbang asked in surprise.

Lu Yuan's reaction to him was a bit funny. Before Peng Anbang came to find the old man, he had already said that something strange happened, and he mentioned his pendant. The old man followed suit, so there was nothing surprising.

Uncle Qi ignored Peng Anbang, stared at Lu Yuan as he did when he met at the entrance of the village, and said after a long time: "It's not easy for you to survive until now."

This remark made Lu Yuan a little upset. Does this old man use his brain when he speaks? When he said such impolite words to a person he met for the first time, he suppressed his anger and replied: "I'm so sorry, I still plan to live For decades, it has surprised you."

"Lu Yuan!" Peng Anbang glared at him, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

"It's okay, come in." Uncle Qi didn't seem to mind Lu Yuan's words, turned around and entered the room, beckoning them to go in too.

Uncle Qi sat down on the bed with his legs crossed, as if he was on the kang.

Peng Anbang bought two cigarettes when he came, and quickly took them out of his bag and handed them over: "Uncle Qi, we don't know the rules, so please take the liberty of it, please take care of it."

"Your surname is Lu?" Uncle Qi didn't show any politeness to Peng Anbang, he took the cigarettes and began to unpack them, asking Lu Yuan while unpacking them.

"Yes, Lu Yuan." Lu Yuan looked at the man in front of him, and felt that this man always made him uncomfortable, unlike what Peng Anbang said was a bit moral, he looked no different from a gangster, but The eyes he stared at himself twice were sharp and penetrating, as if they wanted to pierce his body.

"That thing..." Uncle Qi pointed at his neck, "Take it out and let me have a look."

Lu Yuan hesitated for a moment, this person seemed to be interested in the pendant, maybe because he knew something, he hesitated for a moment, and pulled out the pendant.

When Uncle Qi saw the pendant, his eyes were straightened, he jumped off the bed, and threw himself in front of Lu Yuan, staring at the pendant with his eyes almost popping out.Lu Yuan leaned back, he didn't expect Uncle Qi's reaction to this thing to be so strong, he had to prepare in his heart, if Uncle Qi tried to grab it, he would kick it.

But Uncle Qi didn't snatch it. He raised his hand as if he wanted to touch it, but put it down again. After a long time, he slowly stood up and retreated back to sit on the bed: "Where did you get this thing?"

"I don't remember, I've been wearing it since I was a child." Lu Yuan didn't say that it should come from a cave, he couldn't trust the weird man in front of him, and didn't plan to tell what he saw in the old house.

"On my body all the time? Strange," Uncle Qi said a little to himself, and then asked him, "Your surname is Lu?"

"Yes."

"Isn't your surname Wu?"

"...not Wu."

"That's weird..."

Lu Yuan was confused by him, and Uncle Qi seemed to be disappointed that his surname was Lu.

"Uncle Qi, do you know something about this thing?" Peng Anbang had been watching from the side, and finally had a chance to interject.

"I don't know much about it," Uncle Qi waved his hand and sighed, "This Mr. Lu, if his surname is really not Wu, then this thing definitely doesn't belong to you. Where did you get it? If you don't want to say, I won't either. Ask, it's just that this thing is not an ordinary spirit-binding bottle, if you can't control it, you will hurt yourself."

After Uncle Qi said this, he stopped looking at Lu Yuan, just lowered his head and continued to unpack the cigarettes, took out one to light, and then became dazed in a cloud of smoke.

These words made Lu Yuan feel a little cold. I don't know if what Uncle Qi said was true or not, but he directly said that this thing did not belong to Lu Yuan, which made Lu Yuan break out in a cold sweat. Except himself and Meng Fanyu , no third person knows.

But Lu Yuan didn't rush to ask Uncle Qi the meaning of the second half of the sentence. He put the pendant in his clothes and stopped talking.The pendant is not an ordinary spirit-binding bottle, this information surprised him a bit, he really wanted to know more, but now all the mysteries are surrounding this pendant, he can't be too rash, this weird Uncle Qi, Lu Yuan completely distrust.

Seeing that the two of them fell silent, Peng Anbang became a little anxious. Uncle Qi obviously knew something about pendants, but now there is no more text. If this opportunity is missed, he does not know when he will have it.

"Uncle Qi, what do you mean, there are ordinary and advanced spirit-binding bottles?" He sat next to Uncle Qi and asked tentatively.

Lu Yuan suddenly wanted to laugh, ordinary and advanced?Did Peng Anbang play too many games and think of it as equipment...

"The bottles are all the same," Uncle Qi glanced at Peng Anbang, as if he was not very interested in answering his question, "The only difference lies in what is in it."

"That is to say, Lu Yuan has an unusual... spirit in it?" Peng Anbang wiped the sweat from his forehead, and continued to ask. He used to do this when he went to the countryside for so-called gatherings. The object is to pretend not to see the attitude of others, just keep asking all the way.

Uncle Qi was obviously different from the people he had met. He smoked silently and stopped answering.Peng Anbang was a little anxious, and he winked at Lu Yuan. Uncle Qi obviously had some scruples about Lu Yuan not telling the truth, and refused to speak any more.

"Let's go around first, is Uncle Qi breaking the stage this afternoon?" Lu Yuan stood up, "Can we watch?"

"Okay, if you agree, you can watch it, so just watch it." Seeing that he was about to leave, Uncle Qi didn't stop him, didn't stand up, just bowed his head and replied, and continued to smoke.

The two walked out of the guest house, and when they passed the yard, they saw people from Uncle Qi's troupe. They were still standing in the yard, and when they saw them coming out, they didn't react. They just looked over together, and two people pointed at them. nod.

Looking at these people, Lu Yuan felt a strange feeling coming up again. He always felt that when they came out, these people seemed to be still, and the moment they walked out, they seemed to be pressed down. The robots that switched on and off moved together.He didn't know if it was because of the strange things he encountered recently, and his thinking became so strange.

"You say that you don't ask when you have the opportunity. This old man obviously knows something. How can you ask more things if you don't cooperate?" Peng Anbang slapped Lu Yuan as soon as he left the hospital. Complaining a bit depressingly.

"I can't trust him," Lu Yuan replied, looking back at the window on the second floor, and seeing Uncle Qi standing at the window looking at him, he turned his head, "I have a feeling that he is more interested in this thing than I am, he Will come to us and talk."

"Are you so sure?"

"It's not a question of whether I'm sure, it's with me." Lu Yuan didn't explain much, and the movement of Uncle Qi reaching out to touch the pendant and then retracting his hand impressed him deeply.

Uncle Qi seemed to be the same as Xiao Yu, unable to touch the pendant.So Lu Yuan can be sure that if this is true, then Uncle Qi will take the initiative to find them again, but he can't judge whether Uncle Qi has anything to do with this thing, and how much it has to do with it.

In the afternoon, the two of them went around the village, and saw that a stage had been set up in the open space at the east end of the village, and almost all the troupe were busy. There were many people, but no one say.

"The people in this troupe are boring enough. If I were here, I would probably be suffocated to death." Peng Anbang squatted down by the stage, watching them set up the stage, which should have been broken before the show started.

Lu Yuan felt that the sky was getting a bit cloudy, and the sun was still shining brightly at noon. It had only been two or three hours, as if it was going to be evening.He looked up at the sky, and the dark clouds drifted over at some point, covering the sun, and the sunlight formed a dark golden halo on the edge of the black clouds.

"It's not going to rain, right?" Peng Anbang also looked at the sky.

"No." Someone said from behind, it was Uncle Qi's voice.

The two stood up and saw Uncle Qi walking towards them, followed by a man, a boy who didn't look very old, holding a box in his hand.

"This is my apprentice, Xiao Zhan." Uncle Qi introduced.

The boy named Xiao Zhan nodded at the two of them, without saying a word, and walked towards the almost-built stage carrying the suitcase.Uncle Qi's introduction was very vague. Lu Yuan didn't know whether the child's surname was Zhan or Xiao Zhan, but Xiao Zhan gave him a different feeling from other people in the troupe. Although his expression was cold, he didn't feel numb. impression.

"That's the beginning." Uncle Qi didn't say much, and led the two into the backstage set up behind the stage.

The so-called backstage is nothing more than a shed with various large wooden boxes stacked inside. Some of them are opened, and they can be seen to be singing costumes, clothes and beards.

A few people had already changed into their costumes and put on their makeup inside, and Uncle Qi also opened the box, took the clothes and began to change.Lu Yuan didn't know anything about Peking Opera, so he couldn't tell what characters they were. Uncle Qi's appearance looked familiar to Lu Yuan, Zhong Kui?

"Breaking the stage is actually catching ghosts," Peng Anbang explained softly to Lu Yuan, "When the theater troupe performs in a new place, they will first destroy the stage to drive out the local ghosts. dead person's."

There were actually only three people participating in the broken stage.

Uncle Qi was sitting in the middle of the table, with a drum in front of him. The other character, Lu Yuan, was immediately recognized as a kid with a white face and a blood-red tongue.The third one is Xiao Zhan, with a long whip in his hand.

Xiao Zhan stood next to Uncle Qi, and the person pretending to be a kid stood in the audience.

At this time, the sky was completely overcast, as if the sun had already set, and the light was completely blocked by the dark clouds.

Uncle Qi looked at the sky, raised the drumstick in his hand, and tapped it on the drum.

There was a deep and heavy "boom", followed by two consecutive "boom".

When the little ghost standing under the stage heard the sound of the drum, he immediately put something into his mouth, blew it, and made a sharp and piercing sound of "squeak--".

"What is it playing?" Lu Yuan asked Peng Anbang in a low voice.

"It's the thing that makes sound inside the speaker, and the outside is taken out." Peng Anbang replied.

After the little devil blew, he started to jump forward, and every time he jumped, he blew in his mouth. With the deep drum sound of "Boom-boom-boom" played by Lao Qi on the stage, the atmosphere suddenly became weird And depressed.

The whip in Xiao Zhan's hand was hanging on the ground. After the kid started to jump, he raised his hand, the whip slapped in the air, and then jumped off the stage. The whip went towards the kid, and it was about to hit the kid. At this time, the whip was retracted in the air, and with a slap, it was retracted, followed by another whip.

Xiao Zhan's whip was well controlled, every time it seemed like it was going to hit the little ghost, and every time it was only a few centimeters away, it stopped. The look of the whip.

"The little ghost has to jump to every place in the audience. This is using fake ghosts to lure real ghosts out," Peng Anbang leaned into Lu Yuan's ear and whispered, "The ones behind are the ghost hunters, and they are drawn when the real ghosts come out." On the ghost..."

Listening to Peng Anbang's explanation, Lu Yuan gradually understood the process of breaking the stage.One person pretends to be a little ghost, and walks around the stage and auditorium, jumping to every place, in order to lure out the real ghost lurking, Xiao Zhan's whip must be drawn accurately when the real ghost comes out Otherwise, the person who pretends to be a little ghost will be captured by the real ghost and become a substitute. The whistle kept blowing in his mouth is to let the person with the whip behind him distinguish the real from the fake.

Lu Yuan felt that this broken stage sounded a bit unreal, could ghosts really be drawn out like this?If it can be drawn out, how can it be drawn with a whip?

Just when I was thinking about these facts in my heart, it was a bit confusing, when a white light suddenly flashed around the person pretending to be a kid.

Lu Yuan quickly looked over, but it was gone again. He wondered if he was dazzled.

But then another white light flashed past, this time the white light did not disappear, Lu Yuan's eyes widened.

Suddenly there was a figure behind the kid pretending to be a ghost.