Song Siyuan used this topic to continue explaining the origin of the Nuo Dance Ghost Festival:
"Nuo dance, also known as ghost drama, originated from nature worship, totem worship and witchcraft awareness. It is a prayer ritual that has been spread among the people for thousands of years to worship ghosts and gods, eliminate disasters and avoid disasters, entertain gods and calm the people. In traditional Chinese civilization Among them, "Nuo" has a long history and widely distributed activities. It is widely popular in various villages and towns from northern Xinjiang to the Central Plains and then to the south. Both clothing and rituals have strong religious attributes.
"Judging from the memorial monument for Lord Bingyi Mansion just now, the people of Wu Coffin Town probably also respect the ancient way of offering sacrifices. This place is not a theater, but a place where Nuo dances are performed to worship ghosts!"
Yue Guanchao stepped forward and pointed his gun at the women's skirts: "How about we get these guys out first, they definitely didn't put them on by themselves, and maybe we can find some useful clues from them. "
"You're right, we can't let go of anything suspicious!"
Lu Fengjian said in a gentle manner.
They did not let Ah Ying and Song Siyuan interfere with this messy task. The two of them wrapped their hands in white cloth and took the body out of the gorgeous sacrificial clothes.
"Pfft! It's like the stinky feet of an old man who has been bored for several years. It smells so damn bad!"
Yue Guanchao couldn't help but cover his nose and carefully observed these corpses. They must have been dead for a long time, and their skin and flesh had shrunk to a terrible extent. Their dark purple and smelly skins were pressed tightly against the bones, and their eyes were wide open, maintaining the state they had before death. !
These people wore coarse sweatshirts, old cotton waistcoats, linen trousers, sheepskin jackets, and bear-hair boots under their leggings...
Judging from his appearance, he is an elderly hunter from the forest farm.
Yue Guanchao picked up the long shotgun behind them and looked at it. The corner of his mouth curved slightly: "Brothers probably sneaked into Wu Coffin Town secretly. They have been dead for several years, but they just don't understand how they didn't rot like mummies."
"wrong!"
After Lu Fengjian listened to his words, he stared at the corpses, his eyes fixed on the cloth bag on the old hunter.
He quickly poured out the contents and his eyes lit up: "You still remember the linen map you got from the cabinet, right?"
"Look, is it this!"
Yue Guanchao took out the map from his backpack and compared it with the linen map found on the corpse. The material and texture were the same, but the new map was more detailed than the old map, and even the handwriting was almost the same!
Song Siyuan seemed to understand what he meant: "Feng Jian, do you want to say that these old hunters didn't die long ago, they died recently!"
Lu Fengjian nodded heavily: "Yes, but this is strange. Why would a body that had just died shrink like this?"
This sentence made everyone's pupils tremble.
Yue Guanchao took out his dagger and cut open the corpse's skin, leaving only a layer of dry meat wrapped around the bones.
It turns out...it wasn't that it shrunk like this over the years, but...it was sucked dry!
After learning the truth, he looked at everyone with a serious expression: "No, the old hunters were sucked clean by something unknown. We have to leave quickly."
"Walk."
Yue Guanchao was about to take them out when there was a sudden thump outside the curtain wall.
They walked to the door and took a look. Dozens of white-haired ravens flew out of nowhere over the stage and fled toward the second-floor window.
This was not the first time Yue Guanchao had seen these white-haired ravens. At this time, an ominous premonition suddenly emerged in his heart.
"Look!"
"How come those corpses disappeared!"
Ah Ying's exclamation rang in everyone's ears.
When they looked back, they saw that the corpse they had put down just now and the sacrificial dress were all gone!
This scene made everyone feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
There is only one exit in the small room behind the curtain wall. They have been blocking the door just now. If something really goes out from the door, they will definitely notice it.
But what happened in reality was beyond their imagination.
These corpses actually disappeared without a trace in full view of the public.
They even managed not to make the slightest sound. If Ying hadn't looked back, they might not even have noticed the corpse disappearing.
A strong sense of weirdness enveloped everyone. Everyone held their breath, exited the room and stood next to the stage!
Ding dong... clang.
The familiar ringing sound suddenly rang, pouring into everyone's ears from far to near
They seemed to be drunk and dizzy, and the scenery was constantly being pulled and deformed, like diving into a colorful dye vat full of whirlpools. Yue Guanchao suddenly opened his eyes, and the vines and weeds grew in reverse order, exiting the Nuo dance building little by little!
A sneer!
The lamps on the pillars suddenly lighted up, and the raging firelight illuminated the building brightly and strangely. The burned objects came back to life little by little, regaining their former glory.
Yue Guanchao rubbed his eyes. The stage that was empty just now was now filled with five female Nuo Nuo girls sitting in front of them.
On both sides of the stage, musicians picked up big drums, bamboo flutes, chimes, bronze chimes, long bells, ox-horned xuns, 筚篥, harp and harp... various musical instruments played in harmony with the ups and downs of the drums, like the roar of a flood and a dragon. , the chilling and majestic air is pouring out from the musical instrument!
