At the same time, Kuang Hongyi outside the courtyard gate was not having a good time. After confirming the change in the singing voice, he knew that Xi Yao was coming and the ghost show officially started, so he immediately raised a red lantern to signal and lit the welcoming incense in his hand.
Not long after, a mist filled the air in the distance, covering everything around it at an extremely fast speed. There were shadows in the mist, and the visibility was no more than 5 meters. Gradually, figures emerged from the mist, heading straight towards the courtyard gate. Come.
Kuang Hongyi followed the old man's instructions, kept his mind calm, held three pillars of incense to welcome guests, smiled broadly, and nodded gently to the guests.
Not daring to look directly into the eyes of the visitors, Kuang Hongyi could only look at them with his peripheral vision. Most of the visitors were men, wearing gray cloth clothes, black shoes and black trousers, and a linen belt tied around the waist. This was the attire of a servant in the mansion.
These people were in groups of three or five. Except for their stiffer movements and not speaking to each other, they were no different from living people in other aspects.
As the sound of singing and opera in the courtyard gradually got better, more and more figures appeared from the mist, including a strong man with big shoulders and a round waist, wearing a short black shirt, and a young woman wearing dark blue satin clothes who took small steps.
The former is obviously the martial arts guardian in the mansion, and Kuang Hongyi in the back is judged to be the maid in the mansion.
There were no obvious external injuries on these people's bodies. If nothing else, they were all scapegoats for Mr. Feng's family.
Fortunately, most of these people ignored him and walked into the courtyard to listen to the play with slightly stiff steps. Occasionally, a few glances glanced at him, but Kuang Hongyi naturally avoided them by lowering his head and other actions.
The fog gradually became thicker and thicker with water vapor. At some point, the ground outside the courtyard door became wet. If you look carefully, you can still see wet shoe prints extending all the way from the depths of the fog.
Kuang Hongyi took a deep breath and realized that his judgment was correct. These guests looked good, but in fact they were all drowned ghosts who had been dead for who knows how long.
Rustling...
A strange sound made Kuang Hongyi instantly alert. It was true that these drowned ghosts made noises when they walked, but this time the sounds were different. They were obviously more agile.
Looking around, he saw a head sticking out from behind a crooked tree not far ahead. He couldn't see clearly through the fog, but Kuang Hongyi was sure that the other person was staring at him.
"Be calm and act as if nothing happened." Kuang Hongyi calmly looked away and continued to nod to the approaching guests.
Rustling...
No guests appeared for the time being, and the sound sounded again, approaching him quickly. When Kuang Hongyi came back to his senses, the sneaky figure had already arrived in front of him. Kuang Hongyi held his breath, suppressed his instinct to escape, and for a moment He lowered his head, tried not to look at the person's face, held three sticks of welcoming incense sticks, and nodded with a smile.
But the other party actually spoke, and the first sentence shocked Kuang Hongyi on the spot, "Brother Kuang, something happened in the lake!"
This man seemed to have traveled a long way. He was breathing rapidly and out of breath. "Butler Liu asked me to inform you that you... two of you in the lake are dead. There will be a ghost show tonight." I can’t sing, and something big will happen if I keep singing!”
Kuang Hongyi looked at the person coming up and down with his peripheral vision. He was a man, probably in his early 30s. He was dressed as a servant and looked familiar, but Kuang Hongyi couldn't remember where he had seen him.
Seeing that Kuang Hongyi was motionless, the visitor became anxious. He kept looking into the mist, as if he was worried that something would suddenly come out, "Brother Kuang, what are you still dawdling about? Come in with me quickly. The opera singer can't be saved." , take the other one away!”
At this moment, Kuang Hongyi was so determined that he ignored the visitor at all, turned around and looked to the other side, as if he didn't exist.
This is not a human being, but a ghost in disguise. To be honest, the acting is passable and the expression is on point, but the timing is terrible.
He came early.
After all, from the moment he released the lantern to now, it only took one stick of incense at most. It took only one stick of incense for Shi Dali to Shi Guanming to die. This was impossible. With Shi Dali's wily temperament, he even suspected that the two of them hadn't gotten into the water yet. .
Besides, it was so far away from the lake, and it was so foggy that it was hard to tell if I could reach it within the time it took to burn a stick of incense, not to mention that I had to avoid the ghosts I might bump into along the way.
Apart from this, there is still a little flaw. Kuang Hongyi looked around. Ever since this man sneaked over, no new "guests" have appeared in the mist. Why, this man has a great reputation. He will never come if he comes. Well, why did Mr. Feng ask Fuke to come to his door? It would be great to just tie this big brother outside the bedroom door. It is a human-shaped magic weapon that can physically ward off evil spirits.
At this moment, the visitor seemed to understand. He stopped talking and his expression became gloomy. His eyes emitted a cold light. He stared at Kuang Hongyi for a few seconds. The man decisively gave up on Kuang Hongyi and slipped into the yard.
After the man left, a puddle of water was left where he had been standing.
Kuang Hongyi knew that this was a lie to him, so he planned to use someone else to deceive him. To be honest, he was a little worried about Chu Xi at the first time. This was a newcomer after all, but thinking of Chu Xi's previous performance, Kuang Hongyi felt that he was worrying too much.
At this moment, the ghost show in the courtyard is getting better and better. Su Tingting on the stage is impeccable in both posture and singing. The paper man behind him moves automatically without any wind, making a crackling sound, as if he is applauding.
Yang Xiao had already gone up to change the tribute once. He kept the old man's warning in mind and was careful every step he took. Fortunately, everything was safe.
These paper figures were all attracted by the ghost show on the stage and did not notice him at all.
The next second, a rustling sound sounded from behind. Someone was approaching him. Yang Xiao had heard many footsteps before, but this time it was different.
Then there was the sound of a wooden chair being moved, and someone sat down behind him.
Yang Xiao became alert, something was wrong. The footsteps before were approaching and then suddenly disappearing. Yang Xiao guessed that the resentful soul had gotten into the paper man's body, but what happened this time...
"Chu Fuke, something happened!" The person behind him approached him, his voice was very low, but very urgent, "Everyone on the lake is dead. Butler Liu wants you to leave quickly!"
After a pause, the person behind him hurriedly added: "I have already informed Brother Kuang. He asked me to inform you before he leaves. You should run away as well."
Yang Xiao quickly calmed down and understood what was going on. It had only been so long. How could a dead person come to report again? Besides, brother, you don’t even want to think about it. There are ghosts around here, and I’m so ugly. Not counting three more injections of makeup and a talisman on your face, you just managed to sneak in. Now you just walked in with such a swagger?
Are you bullying me for my low IQ, or are these ghosts blind?
Yang Xiao didn't react at all. He stared blankly at the stage like those paper figures, and when the wind blew, he would shake his body in conjunction.
