Minghui stepped forward to take a look curiously, and was immediately frightened so much that she stepped back and almost fell to the ground.
After taking a glance, Shen Tianshu smiled and said, "Hey, isn't this what I was talking about before, the Dong opera?"
She thought that others did not understand this, and specifically explained: "In ancient times, Nuo was a solemn sacrifice ordered by the emperor, which could drive away ghosts and diseases. The performers were called witches and priests in ancient times, and were regarded as communicating between gods, ghosts and ordinary people. The "psychic" person had a very high status and was highly respected at that time.
"It's just that it's no longer as significant as it was in ancient times, but many of its features are still preserved, so their masks, costumes and even postures will look a little weird to ordinary people."
"Perhaps there is some grand festival coming soon for the Dong people, and we need to perform Nuo opera to pray for blessings and add to the fun, so everyone should get together and practice more when you have free time!
But after listening to her words, Li Zian and Fan Yuru's expressions remained serious.
Li Zian reminded: "Look carefully at their movements."
Shen Tianshu felt puzzled and moved closer to the gap again, squinting his eyes and looking at it carefully for a while.
This time she finally saw clearly that the movements of these people jumping around were quite uncoordinated.
This incoordination is by no means caused by lack of skill in movement.
Nowadays, these people at the entrance of the village temple are more like a group of lifeless puppets controlled by strings than performing a Nuo opera.
Many of their movements are completely beyond the range that the human joints can bear. They are twisted in weird ways, and they use postures that almost break their limbs, trying to achieve every movement in place.
Because they were covered by masks, it was impossible to see what the expressions on their faces were.
But as Shen Tianshu watched their efforts to twist the joints, he felt his elbows and knees begin to hurt.
These people dance with strange movements under the moonlight, accompanied by the vague and non-existent drum beats, which really makes people's back numb.
"I just listened to my dad chattering excitedly for a long time before going to bed, talking about how great the feng shui of this village is." Fan Yuru couldn't figure it out, "Logically speaking, even if there are not a few big shots in such a feng shui treasure land, It should be a place to benefit future generations, but why is it so spooky?"
"We'll leave early tomorrow morning. As long as it doesn't involve us, it's better to have one more thing than one less thing." Li Zian said and looked at Minghui, "Just don't sleep too hard at night, and be more alert."
Minghui nodded quickly and said: "I just took a nap and I'm not sleepy at all now. I will definitely guard the girl."
Li Zian nodded with satisfaction and said to Fan Yuru: "You can arrange a few more people on night watch so that everyone can cheer up tonight."
After sending the two people away, Shen Tianshu was no longer sleepy, but he was afraid that lighting the lamp would make people worried, so he blew out the oil lamp, leaned against the bed, and explained some simple medical principles to Minghui one after another. Knowledge.
Just when she finally regained some sleepiness, there was suddenly chaos downstairs.
"Shi Tao, why are you crazy!"
"Come quickly, Mr. Fan is injured!"
"Someone help me, catch Shi Tao quickly!"
"Left, stop, don't let him run out!"
When Shen Tianshu heard that Fan Yuru was injured, his sleepiness disappeared instantly. He simply got up, put on his clothes, put on a mask, and carried the medicine box to go downstairs to take a look.
But Minghui stopped her very vigilantly and said, "Madam, don't worry, I'll go down and take a look first."
She was actually more scared than Shen Tianshu, but she still tried to muster the courage to stand in front of Shen Tianshu, looked downstairs and asked, "What happened?"
Fan Yuru's obviously dull voice came from downstairs: "Go back to your room quickly and don't come out yet. This village is really weird."
"Master Fan, how is your injury?" Shen Tianshu asked worriedly.
Not long after, Li Zian accompanied Fan Yuru upstairs again. This time he also brought a few guards and asked them to guard the door.
Fan Yuru covered her right arm with her left hand, and blood was still seeping out from between her fingers.
Minghui quickly cut off Fan Yuru's clothes around the wound, exposing the wound on his upper arm.
Fortunately, although the wound was a bit long, it was not deep.
"Why is he so injured? Could it be that those villagers just entered the house and hurt someone?" Shen Tianshu picked up the wound medicine that had been prepared and asked while applying medicine and bandage to him.
Li Zian took a deep breath and said, "He's not a villager, he's a soldier on night duty.
“I don’t know what happened to him, but he suddenly went crazy. Not only did he start to do the same weird actions as the villagers, but he also wanted to run out like crazy.
“Yu Ru was the closest to him at the time and subconsciously raised her hand to stop him, but he scratched his arm with a dagger.
"Now the man has been stopped and tied up, but he is still very manic, struggling, and talking nonsense."
Fan Yuru didn't care about the minor injury he suffered, and only worriedly asked Shen Tianshu: "These strange behaviors of the villagers, could it be some strange disease? Will it infect others like the epidemic?"
He was worried. Now a soldier had become like them. If it was really contagious, he must leave the village immediately. Even if he traveled all night, he could not stay any longer.
Otherwise, if Li Zian suddenly becomes like this, he doesn't have to worry about any wounds or not, he can just find a place and knock him to death!
Shen Tianshu seemed to be awakened by Fan Yuru's words. He suddenly remembered something and his expression suddenly changed.
"What, did you remember something?" Li Zian had been paying attention to Shen Tianshu's expression and asked immediately when he saw the change in her expression.
"I wonder if the prince knows that something happened in the previous dynasty. In a village in central Sichuan, everyone was working in the fields. Suddenly, a man put down his farm tools and danced strangely on the ridge of the field.
"Others thought he was strange at first, but then they started to join the dancing team one after another inexplicably. Eventually, everyone working in the fields danced together. In the end, some people even refused to stop even if they got sick from heat stroke. They jumped so hard that they fell down the hillside, and some people even danced until they died of exhaustion on the ridge of the field..."
Although what Shen Tianshu said was an old thing from the past, Li Zian knew it very well.
This strange incident ended up with sixteen people dead and more than thirty injured.
The remaining few people also fell seriously ill after returning home, and they could not recover for a long time.
Until the end, the government failed to find out what was the reason. They could only attribute it to witchcraft and confuse people, and hastily closed the case.
Because this incident was extremely strange, weird and shocking, it was widely spread among the people.
When mentioned again after many years, it can still become a topic of conversation for people after dinner.
