Chapter 111 Nuo Opera
The fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month is the Mid-Autumn Festival.
The moonlight is cold and the sky is full of stars.
On the river beach west of Shanlan County, countless torches were lit, illuminating the dark river beach in the past.
The piercing sound of drums echoed continuously on the river beach.
At the same time, there were shouts and strange ballads uttered by everyone.
The figures wearing the masks of the Nuo opera ghosts gathered on the riverbank, dancing continuously on the banks of the silent and surging Wangjiang River. .
Coupled with the masks of evil spirits on their faces, this scene looked terrifying like a group of demons dancing wildly.
Surrounded by these figures, a tall old locust tree rose from the river beach.
This old pagoda tree, which originally grew in the city, now stands on the banks of the Wangjiang River, its bare branches fluttering in the night wind, like the palms of evil spirits, trying to grab something.
With the old locust tree as the center, within a radius of 100 meters, there is no one.
All the frantically dancing crowd stood at this distance.
Under the locust tree, there are three chairs.
On the chair in the middle sat an old woman with a kind face and a smile all over her face. It smiled and looked at the figures dancing wildly and shouting strange songs all around, happy and joyful.
On the chair to the left of the old woman sat a little girl who was all stiff.
The little girl was only about seven years old. She was obviously not tied with any ropes, but she sat there pale and terrified, unable to move.
Her eyeballs are weird light yellow vertical slits, cat-like. Between the hair on the head, there were two pointed animal ears, and a black cat's tail hung down behind him, but because of the girl's nervousness, the tail also trembled uneasy.
On the right side of the old woman, sat an old man with an ugly complexion and gray hair.
It was also stiff and motionless, like a sculpture, just looking at everything in front of it with resentment and anger. If he could speak, he would have already yelled at him.
Under the moonlight, you can vaguely see new shoots appearing on the bare old locust tree, which means that the old locust tree has changed hands.
The old woman sitting on the chair in the middle smiled and looked at the frantically dancing figures wearing masks of Nuo opera ghosts, flipping through the old books in her hands from time to time.
Said: "Baishi, Baishi, there is not a word in this broken book, and it's hard for you to hold on to it for eleven years... Hahaha..."
Smiling happily, but saying so, the old woman also clenched the old book in her hand tightly and refused to let go.
Although she couldn't read a single word on the blank pages.
But it knows that as long as you take the time, you can always see something.
That white stone, after holding it for eleven years, has acquired a method of transporting evil energy, but it is incomplete, so he uses blue stone as an experiment.
If I can get that mysterious black pot, I will definitely reveal all the contents of this old book to it.
And all around, those figures dancing wildly around the old locust tree kept shouting and uttering strange syllables.
The thundering drums echoed on the river beach and among the mountains.
At a certain moment, a burly and strong man stepped out from the crowd.
This brawny man didn't wear a Nuo opera mask. He was as tall and strong as a hill, with muscles all over his body. But there were more than a dozen scorched black and rotten marks all over his body, which looked like he was suffering from some serious disease.
His face was originally quite regular. However, one eyeball was gone, centered around the dark eye socket, most of the left face was scorched black, and the skin was even slightly rotten.
It makes him look like a zombie.
Walking out of the frantically dancing crowd, the strong man stood a hundred meters away and said to the three people under the old locust tree.
"Mother, I haven't seen the bluestone or the scorpion yet, and they don't seem to plan to come over."
Now that the ceremony has progressed to the second half, if the scorpion spirit doesn't come again, it probably won't come.
But the old woman sitting in the center looked at the sky, but said with a chuckle: "It's still early, wait a little longer, someone will definitely come."
"At least Qingshi will come..."
"I can feel that Qingshi is nearby. But he may be hesitating."
"After all, it takes courage to die."
"As for the scorpion spirit... If Qingshi didn't fall into her hands, then she must have fallen into Qingshi's hands."
The old woman said with a smile: "If the scorpion falls into Qingshi's hands, then the sword cultivator girl from Xuantian Sword Sect must also come."
"Otherwise, Qingshi would not be able to deal with the scorpion alone. He must have someone to help him to survive."
"But it's just a few more hours of life..."
"Later, if Qingshi really dares to come over and take the initiative to die, you can let him in directly without stopping him."
"You just need to be responsible for killing the sword repair girl."
"As for Qingshi, I will take care of it myself...hehe..."
The old woman laughed and was in a good mood.
The burly man with charred black and rotting half body nodded yes, then turned and left.
And the three people under the old locust tree fell silent again.
The old woman was holding the old book in her hand, looking at the frantically dancing crowd around her, feeling the traces of flesh and blood energy spreading along the ground to the locust tree, her smile became brighter and brighter.
These mortals put on Nuo opera masks and will dance wildly on the river beach all night without stopping.
The flesh, essence, and soul energy in their bodies will be continuously squeezed out and fed to the locust tree until they are squeezed into mummified corpses and collapsed before they can be freed.
And after all the mortals wearing masks on the river beach died and fell down, the pagoda tree would be able to complete its meritorious deeds.
At that time, they will be rewarded for their 20 years of hard work in Shanlan County.
"It's just a pity that the City God..."
Under the locust tree, the old woman smiled and said, "It's also an interesting thing to be obsessed with magic."
"If he is still there, he can absorb the remnants of these tens of thousands of dead souls, and his power will become stronger and more violent."
"The existence of such demons is no different from the best irony of those righteous ways that were arrogant at the beginning."
"It's a pity that He died like this... Hahaha..."
The old woman smiled, looked at Baishi beside her, and said, "Baishi, how do you feel now? After eleven years of hard work and hard work, but at the last moment, all efforts were in vain... Have you ever regretted yourself? stupid?"
The smile on the old woman's face was full of sarcasm.
"I want you to know that these years I have endured humiliation and let you fish and meat. It's not that I can't beat you, but I just deliberately endured it."
"Temporarily gaining power is not being strong, and grasping the opportunity is the real wisdom."
"When Qingshi lost his memory and lost his dominance, you thought I couldn't really beat you? I just lost you on purpose and let you waste your energy in order to follow up."
"With the abilities of the two of you and me, it would be exhausting for either of us to finish the Qingshi share after completing our own tasks...let alone have to last for so many years. I deliberately lost you at the beginning, because I bet you won't make it to the end!"
"It's ridiculous that you are short-sighted, dazzled by the momentary victory, and can't see your weight clearly."
"It's what you deserve now!"