Chapter 891 Happy in the Funeral, Lively and Joyful, and Down to Earth

Bailang pushed the door out, and there were bursts of noise from the outside world.

At this time, the moon is in the middle of the sky, and the sky is full of stars. I don't know when. The moonlight is bright, shining on the body, and can cast shadows.

The surrounding area is brightly lit, and every household hangs lanterns. In the sky, Kongming lanterns are even released, connected to the ground with strings, illuminating the village. In the open space in the center of the village, a high platform was erected, and big plays were babbling and singing.

The adobe house where Bailang lived was located on the outskirts of the village. It was dilapidated, small, and simple, and there were no lanterns. Even so, it was illuminated by the surrounding lights and firelight, so it didn't feel dim at all.

The sound of gongs and drums came from not far away. It was a team walking and trekking at night. The members held torches and lanterns, lined up in a long line, and marched along the dirt road towards the lively village.

Because the distance is not far, Bailang can clearly see the situation of this team.

Beating gongs and drums, blowing suona and playing erhu, someone picked up bamboo poles and lit firecrackers crackling, as if holding a celebration or going to a market. Bustling. The only thing that violates harmony is that everyone wears hemp and filial piety.

That's right, the village is very lively, with gongs and drums blaring, and every house is decorated with lanterns. The high-hanging lanterns are made of white paper, and white silk is hung at the door of every house.

Doing this at night is obviously very eerie and scary, but it is diluted by the lively firecrackers, gongs and drums, and suona. There were heartfelt smiles on people's faces.

"Could it be that it's a happy funeral?"

Bailang was ignorant that this was a funeral? Or a festival? Or attracted by the lively scene of a special folk festival, holding Fufu's little hand, she moved towards the center of the village.

Along the way, I passed by villagers one by one, nodded to each other, and soon came to a crowded place. And that long team also entered the entrance of the village, and the sound of gongs, drums and suona was even louder and harsher, making people's scalp numb and overshadowing everything else.

Bailang is 198cm tall, far taller than the villagers, and has a very wide field of vision. He carried Fufu on his shoulders and looked towards the team together. At this time, fireworks began to be set off in the center of the village, and colorful flames exploded and scattered above the head. Groups of cubs cheered and cheered from all around.

Then, groups of little dolls frolicked, ran past him, and ran towards the team, chasing a big-headed doll wearing a 'Laughing Maitreya' at the front of the team.

This big-headed Maitreya wobbles when he walks, matching the smiling face on the helmet, it is very funny. As he walked, he took out handfuls of candies and preserves from the basket hanging on his left arm, and threw them towards the surrounding crowd.

At the same time, there was a sharp and piercing laugh of "hee hee hee".

Behind this 'big-headed Maitreya', there are one or two rows of green-faced and long-toothed 'Mingwang Big-headed Baby', also swaying, the movement pace is very rhythmic, like a kind of arrogant dance step, and grabs a handful from the basket The paper money was thrown towards the sky, and was blown by the wind, eloquently.

The little dolls also let out giggles, shuttled among the paper money falling from the sky, and bent down to pick up the preserved fruit jelly beans on the ground.

The surrounding villagers consciously moved out of the way and applauded one after another. At the same time, they raised their toes and stretched their arms, fishing for paper money in the air, looking like they wanted to earn some money.

Seeing this strange and strange scene, Bai Lang was 60% sure in his heart that this was a 'funeral'?

Seeing this kind of large-scale funeral, it was lively and fast-paced, a 'happy funeral' that combined eerie and joy. Bailang felt unspeakable joy and throbbing in his heart, feeling that he had met a colleague. This feeling of meeting an opponent and meeting a good talent is that only people in the industry can understand and empathize with each other, and gain satisfaction from appreciation.

At this moment, he just wanted to rush up, seize the C position, took out the microphone, and played a guest role as the master of ceremonies on the spot, and let it fly.

However, [Lord of Secret Treasure] was banned, and [Soul-Suppressing Coffin] lost contact, and now he is just a poor and helpless ordinary person. He was full of enthusiasm and ideas, but he couldn't display them at all. He could only put his hands in his pockets and watch silently, standing like a minion.

At this time, the 'money throwing team' walking in the front had already passed, followed by a group of jugglers on stilts, wearing mourning clothes, with their faces painted white. The group performed all kinds of juggling skills and made weak humming sounds that seemed to be crying and laughing.

Their water sleeves, belts, and hem are all extended versions, floating in the wind, swinging twice from time to time, like rhythmic gymnastics winding ribbons, but the result is not aesthetically pleasing, like a group of mourning version of "slender ghosts", and from time to time and passers-by Congratulations to each other.

This kind of performance that makes the funeral look like a social fire, and then makes the social fire look like a hell, reveals weirdness everywhere. In the end, this group of people still said "Congratulations! Congratulations!" Bailang really didn't know what to congratulate?

It was the silly Fufu on top of her head who said 'Oh! ’ cheered, shaking his arms and grabbing a lot of paper money, holding them firmly in his hands. As if in this way, [poor luck] can be overcome, and wealth can be grasped with hardworking hands by self-reliance.

Just when he couldn't utter a word, the dwarf-shaped guys kept turning somersaults like rolling gophers, landing on the top of their heads and then flipping over. Their movements were quick and flexible, and they shuttled back and forth between the ups and downs of the stilts, performing a show .

Although he couldn't come forward to participate in person, watching this performance art that perfectly combines "happy" and "mourning" was an eye-opener for Lang.

After losing his extraordinary power, he became a very strong ordinary person. When I opened the door at night, I was surrounded by lanterns and festoons and people dressed in mourning, and then I was coerced by the villagers to watch the performance in front of me.

But any normal person will feel the creeps instinctively, and the hairs stand on end; but under the "strong mentality" accumulated over the years, he doesn't take it seriously, but finds it interesting and curious. With an attitude of appreciation, he is inclusive and learns to absorb advanced differences. Boundary 'Funeral Culture'.

I intend to learn from each other's strengths and enrich my sense of "funeral ceremony".

In the gusts of cold night wind, Bailang, who had lost his strength, had goosebumps all over his body, but his mentality failed to change in time, and he still watched the next performance with an attitude of indifference and interest.

At this time, a hoarse and dry voice suddenly came from beside him: "Young man, aren't you afraid?"

His train of thought was interrupted, Bailang looked down. A haggard little old man, caught in the crowd, unable to see anything. He leaned on a cane in one hand, and held two iron gallbladders in the other, and kept turning them.

The little old man raised his head and looked at Lang with cloudy eyes. His skin was shriveled and wrinkled, and his mouth was wide open. It is very uncomfortable to stare at yourself with the eyes of a dead person like a dead person. It is not like looking at a person, but thinking of a large amount of meat on the chopping board.

"Why should I be afraid?" Bailang asked back.

The old man didn't answer, but raised his crutches, pointed through the crowd, and said, "You got away, did you see the group behind the band? That's where you should be, hurry over."

"???" Bailang was at a loss, and in a blink of an eye, he saw that behind the group of bands dressed in sackcloth and filial piety were a group of ordinary people in normal clothes. But it's not normal for this group of people to get together.

Scholars, woodcutters, farmers, maids, fat monks, well-dressed businessmen... these irrelevant people gathered together, a total of twenty or so, followed by them in a daze. Behind the band, crookedly shaking their bodies, like a group of walking dead.

This reminded Bailang of the fairy tale "The Piper".

The kind-hearted boy playing the flute lures away all the bad boys in the town with the sound of the flute at night, and then the whole world is clean!

All the adults who have been mentally tortured by bear children raised a huge sum of money to give to the boy, so that he can live a happy life from now on.

A gust of wind blew, and Bailang's attention and energy were freed from "appreciating the funeral". Stop the behavior of obtaining satisfaction and pleasure through aesthetics.

With the old man's admonition, reason came back online. Lang felt more and more wrong. His 19.9 [perception] told him that the old man in front of him, the villagers around him, the funeral team, and even the whole village were weird!

But on the other hand, he still hasn't gotten rid of the status of a quasi-level 2.9 contractor.

If he was blocked by [Food Paradise], the scene in front of him would not pose a threat to him. Now, his [perception] has already noticed that something is wrong, but his mind still hasn't got rid of the past state, and he subconsciously ignores it.

In addition, there is another point, although his [perception] is 19.9. But the [Knowledge Sex Demon Seed] that matched this basic quality was sealed. He has no basic quality, has not installed the corresponding software, lacks the means of perception and exploration, and is very blind.

Obviously, he has confirmed that there is something wrong with everything around him, but his normal human vision cannot see through. It's like a layer of yarn is separated, and the existence of the yarn is clearly known, but I just can't see through it! This annoyed him.

Damn, is it possible that I ran into a ghost? !

Just when Bailang was secretly annoyed, he suddenly felt pain in his lower back. Sharf pierced the small arrow into the lumbar spine, quickly completed the nerve connection, and shared the 'Sharf vision'.

After Bailang was banned, he was just an ordinary person. But Xiaofufu is different. Her body is a hell monster, and her eyes are born with "magic eyes", which can see many things that ordinary people cannot see.

From Fufu's perspective, the surroundings are still brightly lit, and every house is decorated with lights. But the white cloth has lost its luster. It has been decayed and broken for a long time. The white paper lantern has many holes, and the green light is emitted from it.

On the Kongming lantern above the head, there are human heads floating in the air; the earthen platform in the distance also emits green light.

Looking at the little old man in front of him again, he is a corpse covered with corpse spots and his limbs are mutilated. His head is sewn on his neck, his eyes are shriveled and dehydrated, but the mole on his face is a corpse that bit the skin and drilled it. Half of the maggots came out.

He was holding the rotten dead wood in one hand, and the 'iron gall' in the other hand was two eyeballs. Hiding in the crowd, it is true that he cannot see the performance of the outside world clearly, but he relies on a pair of eyeballs in his hand to observe the outside world through the gap.

The silly fufu turned his head again, and on the other side of Bailang's side, the peddler-looking guy with sly eyebrows turned into a nondescript weasel wearing human clothes.

This weasel is huge, standing upright, with its two front paws stacked together. Watching the show for a while, staring at myself distractedly for a while, and then bowing to each other with other weird, hairy monsters, pointing at themselves and laughing.

Silly Fufu turned her eyes again, how could the lively team be a 'happy funeral'? It is clearly a group of demons dancing wildly, and a hundred ghosts walking at night.

Just as the stilt-walking team left, it was a group of headless corpses wearing paper lanterns with facial features painted on them. They have no lower legs and forearms. The stilts under the feet are not wood, but pieced together one by one, inserted into the thighs, and extended out of bones.

The big-headed baby who threw candy at the front, threw out severed fingers, minced meat, nose, and ears, which fell all over the ground, and was being laughed sharply by that one. He had no facial features on his face, and his face was fair. Dimensions of imps compete with each other.

They grabbed the facial features scattered on the ground and pressed them on their faces. Misaligned the strange nose and mouth, scribbled on the faceless surface, and then opened and closed the mouth, trembling ears, and rolling eyes.

Those who pressed their mouths shouted: "I can talk!" and those without eyes shouted: "I can't see, give me back my eyes!" Those without ears cried: "I'm deaf, I'm deaf!" Deaf!"

What about two noses on the forehead, two crooked mouths in the middle, and an ear growing underneath; or three crooked eyes, and a raised mouth.

These faceless little ghosts felt dissatisfied after fighting for the five sense organs, so they fought each other again, fighting for each other's organs. As a result, they fell all over the ground and became deaf, blind, and dumb again, causing more riots.

Watching the lively demons and ghosts let out a laughing sound.