The more Shi Guanming thought about it, the more something was wrong, "Indeed, the two of them seemed to have discussed it."
"It's not like that, it's just!" Shi Dali's expression became serious, "So brother Shi, you must be more careful and don't believe whatever they say. Xu Su has been eliminated, and the newcomer Su Tingting is just a doll in their hands. They will deal with us when they come down!"
"Don't worry, Brother Shi, I will listen to you!" Shi Guanming immediately expressed his loyalty. After all, without Shi Dali's help, he would have been killed by Ke Long.
"Hey!" Shi Dali sighed, "The situation is critical now. Only you and I, brothers, have a chance to survive!"
When Yang Xiao was sleeping in a daze, the door opened. It was Butler Liu who arranged for his servants to deliver food boxes and also brought new news.
The servant looked familiar. He was the attendant who often followed Butler Liu. "Su Fuke, Butler Liu asked me to ask you, are you willing to go to the opera tonight?"
"Okay... okay." Su Tingting agreed with a pained face.
"Why do you look like this? Are you unwilling to go?" The servant frowned, "If you don't want to go, I can ask the two guests in the other room."
"Cough...cough..." Yang Xiao pretended to cough twice, and the next second, Kuang Hongyi raised the candlestick with a gloomy expression.
Su Tingting immediately agreed, "I am willing, I am willing! Please give me this glorious task!"
"In this case, I will report back to Butler Liu. In about an hour, someone will come to you and take you to the decorated hall. As for what to do after you arrive, you can just follow the arrangements." Later, the servants Pointing to the food box on the table, he reminded: "Eat it while it's hot, and then get some rest. You are still busy tonight."
After saying that, the servant picked up another food box and was about to leave, but Yang Xiao stopped him first, "Brother, do you want to go to another room to deliver food?"
The servant looked him up and down, then nodded.
"Then there must be news that has been passed on to them. I wonder what their mission is tonight?" Yang Xiao wanted to make sure again before he felt at ease.
The servant was silent for a moment, "It's okay to tell you that they won't be with you tonight. You call the spirits while they go into the water and perform their duties."
After hearing this, Yang Xiao and Kuang Hongyi felt a little relieved, but summoning spirits is also a dangerous job. Although Su Tingting is taking the lead, they will definitely not be able to relax.
In good conscience, this meal was good, but everyone was in a depressed mood and the food tasted tasteless. They waited and waited until the meal finally arrived.
An hour later, a slightly rickety man came outside the door.
The man was older than Butler Liu, and was blind in one right eye. He was dressed differently from the servants in the mansion. He wore an old gray knee-length gown, and a dirty piece of cloth hung on his left shoulder.
The man looked at Yang Xiao and the others for a moment with his remaining left eye, then turned around and walked out, "The time has come, come with me."
The man's only remaining eye was very turbid, covered with bloodshot eyes and yellow plaques. Yang Xiao and others couldn't help but wonder if this was a blind man. Moreover, standing next to the man, they could smell a vague rancid smell, like meat. Rotten.
At this moment, the sky outside was no different from that at night. Along the way, there were many red lanterns hung everywhere in the house, but there were only lanterns, but no one was seen. A gust of night wind blew, and the lanterns swayed from side to side, as if to say hello to them.
When he passed under a red lantern, Yang Xiao's eyes suddenly stopped. He noticed the feet of the old man leading the way. The black cloth shoes on both feet were exactly the same, regardless of left or right.
"Is this also a person with evil deeds?" Yang Xiao was shocked. A papermaker had just died, but he didn't expect that the Feng family invited another expert.
Kuang Hongyi touched Yang Xiao with his elbow, then pointed to the piece of cloth on the old man's left shoulder with his eyes and made a gesture with his lips.
Yang Xiao understood. Kuang Hongyi was talking about the word shroud. No wonder... no wonder there was that putrid smell.
This person must also be an old-timer of Yin Xing, but I don’t know which lineage he is from, but looking at his skillful posture, he is better than the dead paper maker.
The atmosphere was quite strange. The old man didn't speak, and Yang Xiao and the other three didn't dare to speak. They walked all the way and finally arrived at Master Feng's residence during the day.
Nowadays, the appearance of this place has changed drastically. A stage has been set up in the yard. There are some sacrifices placed in front of the stage, and then there are several rows of long wooden benches, with dozens of paper figures standing densely on the wooden benches.
The paper figures turned their backs to them and faced the empty stage, as if they were watching a play.
Red lanterns of different sizes were hung on both sides of the stage and everywhere in the courtyard. The faint red light shone on the plain white face of the paper man, making the scene indescribably weird.
Don't talk about drama, now Su Tingting's legs are weak.
Yang Xiao and others held their breaths and stared blankly at one place. A large piece of white cloth was pulled up behind the stage, like a curtain. It was several feet wide and more than a foot high. It almost covered the people behind it. The hall was completely blocked, and at this moment a figure was reflected on the white cloth.
"We're here, take the girl to the back to put on makeup and teach her the rules." The old man's hoarse voice sounded like a handful of sand had been poured into his throat.
After hearing this, the figure behind the white cloth came out. It was an elderly woman, holding a white lantern in her hand, staring at Yang Xiao and the others with cold eyes.
Several people immediately recognized this woman. She was the old woman who took them into the house. She had thick rouge and a pair of slanted eyes, which looked as weird as possible.
Without saying a word, the woman came over and took Su Tingting's hand, pulling her stiffly behind the white curtain.
"What do you need us to do?" Kuang Hongyi was suffocated by the old man's aura and couldn't help but speak.
The old man turned around and slowly turned his cloudy eyes, "Tonight's ghost show requires your full cooperation. The girl will sing the opera. One of you will be responsible for serving incense outside to welcome the guests, and the other will sit under the stage and replace the leftovers of the guests in time. Drinks and dishes, melon and fruit preserves.”
Kuang Hongyi looked at the stiff paper figures uneasily. Unexpectedly, the old man suddenly smiled in the next second, showing his pale teeth. "Don't panic, young people. Ghost plays are naturally sung for ghosts, but tonight as long as you follow the rules Do your job and make sure nothing happens."
The old man raised his hand and pointed his skinny finger at Kuang Hongyi, "You are too courageous, so you'd better go outside to greet the guests. Remember, when greeting guests, they hold three sticks of incense, have a smile on their face, nod to everyone they meet, and say nothing. .”
"When the gong sounds, you open the door to welcome guests. Everyone who comes today is a guest. You must abide by the rules. Don't stare into the eyes of the visitors, and don't look down at their shoes. You must change the incense in your hands before it burns out. , remember, the incense that welcomes guests cannot be cut off, as the incense will cover up the anger in you."
"Also, no matter what those people do or ask you, you can only nod and never answer. Once you show your anger, no one can save you."
