smuggler

Chapter 122
Those extremely brightly dressed troupe on the stage seemed to hold their throats and began to sing. The voice echoed from the Yin Temple and echoed in this small village. "Thinking that my carving bow can cut a thousand weights, and I can't be afraid of the three armies with a single gun. Let him fight in all directions..."

This is a funeral play, the tune sounds heartbroken, and the villagers sitting under the stage are all watching intently, even though it is a funeral play.

But it was strange to say that the villagers sitting below didn't feel that singing was unlucky, but those who stood on the stage seemed to be wearing white masks on their faces.

He was as expressionless as a dummy, and he was wearing brightly colored clothes. He couldn't tell what the style was, but there was an indescribable weirdness about it.

These people shook their heads to follow the tune, and sang sobbingly, their voices fluttered and erratic, echoing in the Yin Temple from far and near. "Poor to see me... the three souls are chic, the seven souls are complaining and sad, and the one spirit is wandering... all of them are blown away by the wind... blown away by the wind..."

I don't know when, a layer of mist floated in the village as they sang, making those people on the stage hazy again.

There was no wind on all sides, but the villagers under the stage felt a burst of coolness, and the stage creaked and shook non-stop.

In the mist, the villagers saw many dark figures again, indistinct in the mist, as if there were many invisible "people" again.

"Poor to see me...in vain, the steel knife in the city was cut open, the chickens and ducks were pecked open, and the fat and tiger dragged..."

The troupe singing the tunes on the stage sang well at first, but I don't know when the tunes gradually became strange.

The tone of voice became extraordinarily gloomy and stern, and his posture was stiff, and the strange babbling tones entered his ears, making people's hairs stand on end.

"I can't stop hating, I can't stop complaining, why do my dead souls never look at me, I'm dizzy, I'm floating in the water..."

At this time, the villagers sitting under the stage realized that something was wrong.

They could see that the temple shrouded in thick fog kept churning, and there were countless things like rotten cotton wool coming out of the fog.

The fog was so thick that they couldn't see the people on the stage clearly, they could only hear the sobbing funeral opera still being sung, and they didn't know how many people were singing, and they didn't know whether it was people or not.

But those troupes on the stage sang to their heart's content, and the more they sang, the more intoxicated they seemed, but the tunes they sang were strange, and they seemed to be far away and near.

The scene was both funny and eerie.

I don't know how long it took, the permeating fog began to fade away, and it seemed that because of the dawn, the weird tunes sung by the troupe on the stage gradually became smaller.

At this time, the troupe on the stage could be seen twisting their bodies awkwardly. To the horror of the villagers, these actors were not human beings, but puppets.

These puppets look the same as the real ones, but something has been smeared on their faces, and they look very coquettish and weird.

The villagers are all conscious, but their bodies seem to be controlled, unable to move, and even the eyelids are not their own, so they can only look at them with fear.

I don't know how long it took until the puppet actors in costumes on the stage finally finished singing the song. After waiting, the Shuang Sheng appeared on the stage again like ghosts.

Looking at the sky, and at the only two remaining vacancies, the female saint was unwilling, but it was almost five o'clock at this moment, and the rooster was about to crow.

"That's the end of today's play. I'll come to see you tomorrow. It's already a bit late today, so please come back!"

After the Shuangsheng finished speaking, the villagers found that not only themselves, but also those around them stood up from their positions in a dull manner, like puppets, and slowly walked out the door.

The moment after walking out the door.

Some of the sleeping villagers in the village woke up, and the first person to wake up was Niu Er in the village.

Niu Er sat up from the bed in some horror, and found that his back was covered in cold sweat, and before he had time to feel emotional, the woman beside him also woke up, just like him, sweating profusely, with a look of lingering fear on his face.

"I had a nightmare!" The two said in unison.

Then they looked at each other for a while, and said at the same time, "Did Shuang Sheng invite us to the theater?"

After these words fell, the two of them were stunned for a moment. Could it be that the two of them already had such a good understanding that they even dreamed the same?
But soon, they heard the sound of the child crying, and the couple hurried to the child's room.

After comforting the child for a while, I learned the truth about crying from the child.

That is, the child actually had the same dream as himself.

At this time, Niu Er had already realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly ran towards Mrs. Snake's house. After all, Mrs. Snake knew a lot about this.

On weekdays, nightmares, marriages, and funeral matters all have to be resolved by the snake woman.

Niu Er felt that something like this happened to him, so he must ask the snake lady to interpret the dream. After all, no matter whether the whole family had the same dream or dreamed of the Shuangsheng, there are problems with this matter.

When he hurried to the snake woman's house, Niu Er found that several people were already at the snake woman's house, including the old village head.

After seeing Niu Er, the old village head immediately said, "You also dreamed that Shuang Sheng invited you to a play?"

Niu Er nodded foolishly, did they do it too?

The village chief stared wide-eyed, and said with fear, "Something seems wrong. Why is everyone in the village having such an evil dream?"

Niu Er and the others also discovered something was wrong. This is a bit too weird. Why did the whole village have the same dream? The most important thing is that when I dreamed last night, I also dreamed of the whole village.

Are the dreams linked together?

"Your dreams are linked together, and this should be what the Sages meant." The Snake frowned, and then said, "This may be what the Sages wanted to express."

"It's strange, why is the fog so heavy today, I wanted to go to the town today to get some fish and change some clothes, but now it's fine, I can't go out." Someone said.

As soon as this person said it, other people also noticed that today's fog is indeed a bit heavy.

Although there are several such thick fogs a year on weekdays, the dream last night made people associate the fog with the Shuangsheng.

Seeing that everyone was panicking, the snake woman also pressed her hand and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't be afraid, everyone, the Sages shouldn't have any malicious intentions. They have now cultivated a positive fruit and become white under the Dragon King's command." Jia Liangguan, why did you harm us? Maybe you just want to thank us for our daily incense offerings."

(End of this chapter)