Looking at the stage, it already has the structure of a secular stage, with railings, stairs, caissons, pillars, and fire lamps. All the objects have the same look, showing a wildness that is different from the secular stage!
However, they have all been burned out of color, like antiques drowned in mud and sand, without any brilliance!
When Song Siyuan saw this scene, she turned her eyes and looked at everyone: "This is not a stage, but it has a similar function to a stage. It is probably for performing something. It may be related to their ancient rituals!"
"That being said, this is too strange, and why are there so many things hanging on it?"
Yue Guanchao crossed the corridor and walked near the stage. If he hadn't raised his head and looked around, he wouldn't have noticed that there were many straw balls hanging from the top of the stage.
If you look carefully, the vines are about half a person tall, like tightly wrapped cocoons, hanging in the air at different heights, densely embedded in messy spider silk webs, and looking like a giant spider nest!
"Down and take a look."
Yue Guanchao was very curious. He picked up the hemp rope and tied it in a loop. He wrapped his arms around the grass ball and pulled it down.
With a clang, the grass ball fell to the ground and a layer of dust stirred up. The moment the vine ball landed, an inexplicable smell spread out.
"What's in here? Why does it smell strange!"
Ah Ying peeled off the cane and took a look, and stumbled back a few steps in fright.
In the vine ball, the white paper mache baby huddled quietly, its facial features were distorted, its face was pale, and its blush made it feel colder the longer it looked at it!
They found no clues on the front of the stage, so Yue Guanchao restored the rattan and went around behind the Goshawk curtain wall with a flashlight.
The space behind the curtain wall is very small. Facing the curtain wall, four tables are placed side by side.
There weren't many things on the case, but they were normal, and they all knew them.
A bronze mirror, a mahogany dowry, a pen and inkstone, a colored copper plate, a few brushes, tea pots, needles and thread, scissors and rulers, etc., all covered with dust, one shot You can see the original appearance, and there is nothing strange about it.
"The things here don't seem to have been burned much, probably because the metal tomb walls blocked most of the burning for them."
Lu Fengjian could only guess this way.
Song Siyuan turned behind her. Opposite the table stood five beautifully carved tall wooden trusses (hangers) with strange clothes hanging on them!
It can be seen that these clothes are women's clothes, but they are different from the secular jackets and horse-faced skirts, and their shapes are also very different.
Since ancient times, women have been wearing two-part clothes!
The so-called two-part dressing refers to the upper skirt and lower skirt being cut separately. In the past dynasties, the proportion of the upper skirt and lower skirt was only adjusted. In the final analysis, it was still two pieces, but the skirt in front of you was cut to the bottom.
If you look closely, you will see that this female dress has a dark blue base and is connected up and down like a robe. The gold thread pattern is just right for the human eye to see.
The two sleeves are wide and beautiful, decorated with dyed feathers. The front and back are embroidered with patches of birds and flowers. The silver bead necklace at the neckline is strung with five-color agate and wrapped nine times around the heart.
There is also a belt around the waist, with more than a hundred silver bells falling down like bamboo shoots. The hem has changed from a snug fit to becoming wide and loose. Paired with five-color patterns and crimson silk ribbons, it looks extremely trivial and gorgeous!
She looked up and saw a bull-head mask on her clothes!
The face of this cow has been deformed, with angry eyes, fangs exposed, and weird paint on its face. It looks ferocious like a demon from hell. At the same time, four curved horns are tilted back, and nine long pheasant tails fly out of its head. The silk ribbon on the back of the head is also decorated with copper bells.
Although this dress is different from the secular form, it is not inferior in complexity and exquisiteness, and is even slightly higher than the secular one.
"Everything is fine, except that the bulge looks uneven."
Song Siyuan touched the mask with her palm and suddenly felt a little heavy.
She took off the mask in one go.
A pair of bloody eyes looked at her.
The purple and black face has dried, and it is full of black and purple wrinkles, like a green-faced evil ghost!
"ah!"
In an instant, Song Siyuan's heart swelled and contracted suddenly. She was so frightened that her mask fell to the ground and she fell backwards.
Yue Guanchao's quick eyes and hands quickly grabbed her waist. When he saw this ghostly look for the first time, he subconsciously shot her in the head!
Fortunately, the corpse was just a corpse. The head had been beaten open, and only half of the flesh was left hanging from the neck, still attached to the flesh.
"Hoo" Yue Guanchao blew the muzzle of his gun and said teasingly: "Miss Cuscuta, what scares you is just a dried corpse, so you are scared."
Yue Guanchao had never touched such a soft waist before, and he was reluctant to let go when he spoke.
Song Siyuan realized that his hand had not been withdrawn, she rolled her eyes back and knocked it away, and said angrily: "It's not like I've never seen a dead person before giving an interview, it's just that it was too sudden, and the corpse still had its eyes open and didn't react. "
After finishing speaking, Song Siyuan stood up and opened the other five masks. As expected, there were mummies in the same dead state inside.
However, she didn't understand how these corpses, even if they were shrunken, could be seen as men from their outlines, were stuffed into women's skirts. If these people didn't have convulsions before they died and deliberately wore them like this, it must mean that these corpses were buried after death. Moved!
"Sister Siyuan, are these clothes for opera singers too?"
Aying was a little scared, half-closed her eyes, and shakily put the mask back on.
Song Siyuan took the opportunity to take a few photos: "No, their outfits reminded me of a folk event?"
"Nuo Dance Ghost Festival!"
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