ghost stories

Using people to pretend to be little ghosts to attract real ghosts, which sounds very unreliable, can actually produce such an incredible phenomenon, which makes Lu Yuan can't believe his eyes.

The little ghost blowing the whistle was jumping in front of him, and behind him was a gray-white translucent shadow, jumping in perfect harmony with his movements.

Uncle Qi on the stage was very calm when he saw this scene, the drums were not messed up, and they were still beating "bang-bang bang". Jumping down, gradually leaning towards the stage, Lu Yuan had to admire his psychological quality.

After jumping to the edge of the stage, the white shadow behind him could be clearly seen. At this moment, Xiao Zhan raised his hand, and the whip slapped in the air, and it suddenly resembled the white shadow, passing through it accurately. White gold.The person playing the kid bent down and rolled under the stage, and quickly climbed into the backstage from under the stage, took off his clothes as soon as he came over, and washed off the oil paint on his face indiscriminately. Peng Anbang said that he was afraid that the real ghost would kill him. If you use him as a substitute, you must change your outfit immediately so that the ghost does not know him.

Lu Yuan is a little puzzled, is it so stupid that you don't know each other after changing clothes...

After Xiao Zhan whipped the whip over there, the white image seemed to be disturbed by a cloud of smoke. Lu Yuan had seen this kind of ashes before, and it was the kind that Uncle Qi sprinkled on him when he entered the house.

Before the white ash fell, Xiao Zhan whipped another whip with his right hand. This whip was still accurately drawn on the white shadow, but this time it was different. When the whip fell, a burst of intense fire flashed like It's like lightning.

Lu Yuan frowned, and turned his head away, the light was a bit dazzling.

After this light flashed in an instant, the audience unexpectedly returned to calm, and the white ash scattered by Xiao Zhan in the air slowly fell to the ground at this moment.Uncle Qi's drumming stopped slowly, and the surroundings were so quiet that Lu Yuan could almost hear himself jumping.

"It's over." Uncle Qi said while sitting on the stage.

Peng Anbang rushed towards Xiao Zhan immediately, and he was beside him in a few steps, and he was stunned looking at the ground.

Lu Yuan followed and walked over, the white ash falling on the muddy ground at Xiao Zhan's feet suddenly presented a lodging human figure, as if someone was holding the ash and sprinkled it according to the shape drawn in advance.

"What is this?" Peng Anbang asked Xiao Zhan, pointing to the figure on the ground.

Xiao Zhan squatted down and touched the ashes lightly with his hands, then raised his head and looked at Lu Yuan: "The thing that came with you."

Lu Yuan didn't speak. The scene just now opened his eyes, but he still couldn't easily believe what they said. It can't be ruled out that Uncle Qi and Xiao Zhan did it together.

"It seems that this Mr. Lu doesn't trust our tricks." Uncle Qi came over at some point.

"Is there something following Lu Yuan?" Peng Anbang circled around Lu Yuan a few times, as if to find out if there was anything else.

"Mr. Lu," Uncle Qi gestured, "Can I take a step to speak?"

Lu Yuan glanced at Peng Anbang and followed Uncle Qi into the backstage.

Uncle Qi entered the backstage and lit a cigarette: "A lot of things have happened to you recently, don't ask me how I know, you probably found out by yourself, it has something to do with the pendant on your body, or you don't He would come all the way here to find me a member of a grass theater troupe."

"My friend is very interested in this pendant and has been trying to figure out what it is." Lu Yuan avoided Uncle Qi's words.

"This bottle, has anyone else asked you to see it?"

"No."

"Have you met..." Uncle Qi continued to talk, but was interrupted by Xiao Zhan who came backstage.

"Master, it's almost time to start." Xiao Zhan reminded Uncle Qi, and the audience in the village had already started to occupy their seats.

"Mr. Lu, if you are interested in knowing more, you can come to my room to find me after the show at night." Uncle Qi patted Lu Yuan on the shoulder.

Lu Yuan didn't answer, turned around and walked out of the backstage.As soon as he went out, he didn't pay attention to the side, and bumped into a person in the troupe who was going in. The person was shaken by him, and Lu Yuan quickly helped him: "I'm sorry."

When he held it up, he felt a strange feeling in his hands. This man was quite thin, but the muscles on his arms were surprisingly hard. It wasn't the kind of muscles that were tense due to exercise, but rather like the ones that Lu Yuan often came into contact with. ... dead bodies.

The man didn't wait for him to take a second look, he lowered his head and walked into the backstage from beside him without saying a word.

Lu Yuan glanced at his neck the moment he passed by him, and a few inconspicuous purple scars jumped into his eyes. The time was too short for Lu Yuan to look carefully, but the guess in his heart made him He gasped.

"Bang Ge, this Uncle Qi, do you know his details?" Lu Yuan found Peng Anbang who was sitting in the auditorium, and asked immediately.

"What's the matter, I only know him through others, and I haven't had any contact with him before." Peng Anbang saw that his expression was wrong, so he stood up immediately, and the two walked aside.

"There's something wrong with the people in this troupe." Lu Yuan frowned.

"What's the matter? I actually feel a little weird. This troupe is really different from other troupes. It's a little... lifeless. One or two seem to be in a bad mood, and I haven't seen anyone laugh..."

"I just met someone at close range," Lu Yuan lowered his voice, "He has corpse spots on his body."

"What!" Peng Anbang's eyes widened and he almost shouted.

"When I touched his arm, it didn't feel like a living person, it was stiff."

"But..." Peng Anbang glanced at the audience who were slowly entering the arena, "There is a dead person in the troupe, how could no one else notice it, or they are not afraid if they find it..."

"Unless they are all the same," Lu Yuan whispered his deduction, "except Uncle Qi and Xiao Zhan."

With the sound of a gong, the play began.

Lu Yuan didn't know much about opera, and he didn't know what kind of opera he was singing, but he just stood there with Peng Anbang, watching these undead people who came on stage one by one, fresh and clean, looking decent.

Peng Anbang didn't seem to have recovered from the shock of experiencing such a strange incident, he just stared at the stage in a daze, and said for a long time: "Is this the control of corpses?"

"What is corpse control?" Lu Yuan turned his head, and he heard the inexplicable new term again.

"It is to use talismans, or needles, or Gu to control the corpses, so that they can act according to their own wishes..."

"Isn't that just chasing corpses?"

"No, no, it's two different things from driving corpses. These corpses can do many complicated things, except... they can't speak." Peng Anbang wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Unable to speak, indeed, since they came here, except for Uncle Qi and Xiao Zhan, they have never heard anyone in the troupe speak.But……

"How can they sing?"

"It's all controlled by the person who controlled the corpse. The sound made by the corpse does not pass through the vocal cords."

Lu Yuan remembered that Xiao Zhan went to the backstage to remind Uncle Qi that the gong was about to start. Is this the reason?

"Who is this Uncle Qi?" Lu Yuan took a breath and let it out slowly. He was not afraid of this troupe made up of the living dead. What he saw had already calmed him down quite well. Just surprised that such a thing can happen.And Uncle Qi didn't hide his interest in the pendant at all, he clearly showed it to Lu Yuan, why is he so interested, and what is he going to do with these corpses?

"Go backstage and have a look." Lu Yuan said suddenly.

"What are you looking at? The backstage is not allowed to enter casually."

"Secretly," Lu Yuan said, "Look at what Uncle Qi is doing."

The audience in the audience was very involved, and no one noticed Lu Yuan and Peng Anbang who were slowly circling behind.Lu Yuan squatted behind the shed built in the background, and made up his mind, there were three people singing on the stage, and five people were playing huqin, drums, and gongs. They didn't see Xiao Zhan and Uncle Qi, so they should be there In the background, through the light, you can see the figure inside.

The two slowly approached the backstage from behind, trying to find a gap or something to look in.

"Here." Peng Anbang pointed to a crack in a plank and said in a low voice, beckoning to Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan leaned over lightly, and before he reached Peng Anbang, he heard footsteps coming from the left. Lu Yuan was startled and turned his head away.

Xiao Zhan did not know when he had already stood beside them, looking at them coldly.

Lu Yuan and Peng Anbang were stunned for a while, peeking at other people's backstage, and even being caught. After a while, there was really no reason to explain it, and the two of them simply kept silent, and Xiao Zhan Stand face to face.

"Master, please go in and have a look." Xiao Zhan stared at them for a while, then opened his mouth.

"Go in and take a look?" This time Lu Yuan was a little confused. Did he already know that they were going to take a peek, so he told them to go in, or did he want them to go backstage to watch from the beginning?

Xiao Zhan didn't speak any more, turned around and left.

"Isn't it intended to make the two of us..." Peng Anbang was stunned for a while, then touched Lu Yuan.

"What are you doing, what about the corpse? No, you have to do it early, you don't have to wait until now." Lu Yuan followed Xiao Zhan and walked over. He was sure that Uncle Qi would not do anything to them now. If he really wanted to do it because of the pendant He can't do anything now, because he can't touch the pendant, just like Xiao Yu.

The two followed Xiao Zhan into the backstage shed, but the scene they saw was different from what they had imagined.

A few people stood beside Uncle Qi like a statue. Uncle Qi was sitting on a grand teacher's chair, facing the direction of the stage, with his eyes closed, with a calm expression on his face, as if he was asleep.

His arms were resting on the armrests on both sides, and his fingers were shaking slightly as if they were twitching.

"Look, if you have any questions, you can ask them after a while." Xiao Zhan said.

Peng Anbang brought a DV with him, and when he saw this kind of sound, he took it out and wanted to shoot it.

"This won't work." Xiao Zhan stood in front of the two of them, but he didn't look back and said this sentence, as if he could see what they were doing.

"Then... Uncle Qi is..." Peng Anbang stuffed the DV back into his bag, and asked boldly, "Corpse?"

Xiao Zhan turned his head to look at Peng Anbang, and smiled slightly: "I know a lot."

"Uh, I just know a little superficial. Knowing such a thing, most of them don't understand at all." Peng Anbang quickly explained that he was still a little worried about this matter, afraid that Uncle Qi would think that they knew too much and would do something. things come.

Lu Yuan looked at Xiao Zhan, this was the first time he saw Xiao Zhan smiling on his face full of indifference, only then did he realize that this was indeed a child, with a childish smile, only sixteen or seventeen years old.

Such a young child is at the age when he should be studying, but now he is doing such incredible things with Uncle Qi. Lu Yuan is a little puzzled. This child looks nothing like Uncle Qi. He should not be his relative, maybe Where did you get it from...

At this moment when Lu Yuan was thinking wildly, Uncle Qi, who had been sitting on the chair as if in a state of concentration, suddenly opened his eyes, his fingers were still twitching slightly.

"Master?" Xiao Zhan asked in obvious surprise, and quickly stepped forward to put his hand on Uncle Qi's forehead.

"He's here." Uncle Qi said with difficulty.

"What's the matter?" Peng Anbang looked at Uncle Qi, feeling that something might have happened.

"Seven..." Uncle Qi looked at Xiao Zhan, and stopped before finishing his sentence.

It's not too late now, it's always been cloudy in the afternoon, so it's been like six or seven o'clock outside, but it suddenly got dark.

Lu Yuan opened the backstage door, and before he could step out to see what was going on, he froze.

The ink-like darkness outside has enveloped the entire village, with no light in sight, they seem to be trapped in an infinitely extending black hole.