Chapter 614 People in the Play

The movement here inevitably attracted the attention of both Yang Xiao and Yang Xiao. The old storyteller had a secondary appearance, and Yang Xiao didn't remember seeing him just now.

The old man has all four limbs, is tall and thin, and has prominent cheekbones. It can be confirmed that he is not pretending to be an old beggar from the Earth Temple, and his voice does not sound like him either.

And these so-called twelve generals of the Zhongmen couldn't help but remind Yang Xiao of those guardians in the Tutu Temple. They were Zhongliang of the previous dynasty who died to protect the Lord, but the number didn't match. There were 11 guardians, and here are Twelve generals.

The two of them found a seat not far from the stage and sat down, with the restaurant door behind them, making it easy to leave and leave in case of an accident.

I casually ordered some food and drinks, maybe because there were few guests, the food was served very quickly. Not long after, the waiter boiled another pot of hot wine and brought it over.

After waiting for a while, seeing that Yang Xiao had no intention of eating or drinking, and didn't even move his chopsticks, Xiang Fengchen asked with a smile, "Why don't you eat?"

"Why don't you eat?" Yang Xiao asked.

The two of them knew very well that since that person could choose this place as a place to stay, there was no guarantee that he would not have any plans. There would be a problem if the food and drinks were not kept in stock.

It's not necessarily poisoning, but it's hard to tell if it's something like sweat medicine. It's not too out of the ordinary to lie down on the table after getting drunk in a hotel.

"I should have bought some food on the way." Looking at the food and wine on the table, Yang Xiao used chopsticks to pick at the food, making eating movements, otherwise it would look too strange.

At the same time, the story of the old storyteller continued, sometimes in a passionate and exciting tone, sometimes in a sad and low voice.

It completely caught Yang Xiao's mind. The more he listened to this so-called ancient new play, the more frightened he became. The more he heard it, the more familiar it became. It was clearly 70% or 80% similar to what the old beggar from Shanshen Temple said.

It is said that a hundred years ago, there was a big family in the village. His surname was He, and he was known as Mr. He. He had rich wealth and a kind man.

He moved his family to the village later, so few people knew about his past. Until late one night, a large number of bandits holding torches and gleaming swords and guns surrounded the village. Among them, Mr. He's house was even more crowded. It was heavily guarded, and a group of bandits, led by several bandit leaders wearing armor, rushed into He Mansion.

In the chaos, someone discovered that it was Mr. He who personally led the way for these bandits. Perhaps to hide his identity, Mr. He also changed his clothes and covered his face with a black cloth. Then there was a sound of killing and weapons. The sound of collision was also mixed with angry shouts and curses.

Immediately afterwards, the villagers who were hiding in their houses and did not dare to go out saw half of the sky in the village light up, and it was reflected in orange. Some brave villagers leaned on the window cracks to see that a fire was burning in Master He's house. It was so ferocious that it frightened me. After a while, the sounds of killing and cursing gradually stopped, and were replaced by bursts of screams that made one's hair stand on end. Both men and women seemed to be suffering from extreme pain.

It was just before daybreak that the large number of bandits withdrew, and the villagers were left hanging in suspense all night.

It was not until later that the villagers learned a little bit about what happened in He's house that night, and they also learned the true face of Mr. He.

It turned out that there were outsiders in He's house that night, and there was another group of robbers hiding in it. This group of robbers was familiar with Mr. He. To be precise, Mr. He was able to become rich today because of the help of this group of robbers. It is not an exaggeration to say that Mr. He is a noble person.

The two gangs of bandits were enemies of life and death. In order to fight for territory, they set up a mountain. One of the gangs lost power and the boss was killed. The remaining people escorted the boss's 4 or 5-year-old son to escape all the way to Master He's house. He took refuge, thinking of taking a short break for a few days and planning a comeback.

Unexpectedly, before his buttocks were even hot, Master He sent someone to secretly inform him and attract another group of thieves, and he suffered tonight's disaster.

Because it was late at night, they were caught off guard, resulting in the entire army being wiped out, and not a single person escaped alive.

Among them, the 4 or 5-year-old child who had the only incense left in the house couldn't bear the humiliation. He chose to kick down the candle just before the robbers rushed in, set the whole house on fire, and burned himself to death.

Most of the guards' personal entourage also died in the battle, and a few were captured due to exhaustion. However, the fate of these people was also very miserable, and they were all tortured to death.

Disembowelment, disembowelment, mortification, and beheading were all horrific. Compared to these people, those who died in battle and those who surrendered and committed suicide at the last moment were relatively lucky. At least they did not suffer inhuman torture.

In addition to the incense children, a total of eleven personal followers died to protect the Lord, and this group of bandits entered the dust of history.

As soon as the voice changed, the old storyteller's tone became strange, "But from that day on, every time in the dead of night, you can always hear the cry of a woman coming from He's house. The cry is heartbreaking and makes people shudder. Anyone who is interested can listen carefully to identify it." Then, I heard that the person crying was actually Mrs. He in the mansion. "

Just when Yang Xiao was getting excited, there was a "pop" sound that startled him, and he saw the old storyteller slap the gavel tree hard, straighten his body, with a bewildered smile on his face, and shouted in a unique accent: "If you want to know what happened next time, let's listen to the explanation!"

"Who got him used to this habit of half-talking!" Yang Xiao was confused, and suddenly thought that he seemed to have this habit when writing scripts. Could it be a common problem in the industry? Who would have thought that the boomerang shot out many years ago would eventually stab him.

The old storyteller was not in a hurry to leave. He sat on a long wooden bench, twirling the goatee on his chin with his fingers from time to time. Listening to the comments and urgings below, the old man couldn't hide the pride on his lips, which looked slightly gray. His hair and beard bear witness to the hardships he has experienced over the years.

"Is it him?" Yang Xiao asked in a low voice, his eyes always paying attention to the movements of the old storyteller.

"No." Xiang Fengchen shook his head firmly and said in a hoarse voice: "He is not a Feng Shui person, he is just a messenger. That person invited us here just to let us listen to this show."

"There's still a second half to this play, and that's the key." Yang Xiao took a deep breath and decided to wait patiently.

A few minutes later, a hunchbacked man wearing the clothes of a store clerk came onto the stage carrying a large kettle that was burnt black. The hunchbacked man looked a little older, with gray hair and a very dark complexion, as if he had been smeared with pot ash. Same,

Only two eye circles were left, which were still white, as if he was deliberately trying to look ugly, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

After dragging his steps onto the stage, the hunchbacked man first poured a bowl of water for the old storyteller. The old man picked it up without warning. The next second, Yang Xiao's eyes suddenly shrank, "No, murder and silence?!"

But before he could stand up, Xiang Fengchen held his hand down and warned him coldly in a low voice: "Be honest, don't alert the enemy!"

"Can.

"Don't worry, the water is not poisonous. I don't believe that someone who can get the turtle shell is so vicious that he can't even tolerate a miserable storyteller." Xiang Fengchen turned his head and also paid attention to the storyteller's actions. A move.

A few seconds later, Xiang Fengchen suddenly smiled. This smile made Yang Xiao very uncomfortable. He followed his gaze and looked,

Yang Xiao understood, "Is there something wrong with that hunchback guy?"

"Yes, the person we are looking for...is him." Xiang Fengchen raised his body slightly and pointed to Yang Xiao, "Look at the steps under his feet. Every now and then, he takes a step. This is called Tiangang Bagua. He walks smoothly, smoothly and thoughtfully. ”

Yang Xiao watched for a few seconds, "Why didn't I see it? Moreover, every step he took seemed to be uncoordinated."

"You are not a person in this way, so you can't tell that he is trying to hide it, but how can the habits of many years be changed so easily, but..." Xiang Fengchen seemed to have something to say, and his expression became a little strange. , looking vaguely at the back of the hunchbacked guy.

"The sorcerer sect is not a mourning sect. It does not require evil stars and people with five shortcomings and three shortcomings. But this guy... seems not to be qualified." Yang Xiao put it bluntly.

"You're right, this is a bit strange." Xiang Fengchen nodded and admitted.

"Don't you know how to read faces and see if you can tell anything?"

Hearing this, Xiang Fengchen's face darkened, and he said in a rather dissatisfied tone, "He is so far away, and he has transformed into a ghost like this. What can I tell? Even if the gods come, there is nothing they can do."

"Do you think he is guarding us by dressing up like this?" Yang Xiao expressed the doubts in his heart, "It's not necessary. Can he deceive us by dressing up like this? This doesn't take us seriously. It's over, still.

"Or what?" Xiang Fengchen whispered.

"This is still a trap. He is fake. The real contact person is someone else. He is just to draw our attention away." Yang Xiao said it all.

After a long silence, Xiang Fengchen was not sure whether this was true or not, but they had to give it a try anyway.

Seeing the hunchbacked guy clearing away the dishes and carrying the big kettle and walking back, Xiang Fengchen also stood up and said, "You stay and keep an eye on this storyteller, I'll follow him.

Yang Xiao nodded and stood still.

To Xiang Fengchen and Yang Xiao's surprise, the hunchbacked waiter carrying a big kettle put the things behind the counter in front.

He actually turned a corner and walked straight to the restaurant's door. When Xiang Fengchen arrived, he found that Nalan Shuo was already standing not far outside the door, blocking the way for the hunchbacked guy to leave.

But the hunchbacked waiter didn't see any surprise. He just stood outside the door for a moment, then turned around, returned to the restaurant, and walked slowly towards the backyard where only the restaurant waiters were allowed to pass. At this time, Nalan Shuo had also entered. Close the door, Nalan Shuo Yang Xiao winked at Yang Xiao from afar, and Yang Xiao nodded in response. It seemed that Director Nalan also noticed something was wrong with the hunchbacked guy. At this moment, Nalan Shuo and Xiang Fengchen followed the hunchbacked guy in one behind the other. backyard.

And Yang Xiao's task is even heavier. He not only has to keep an eye on the old storyteller on the stage, but also pays attention to the movement at the door.

There is still Jiang Qingluan guarding the alley behind. There are three of them. If nothing else happens, the hunchback guy shouldn't be able to escape.

He was obviously being stared at, but the hunchbacked guy walking in front didn't panic at all. This invisibly put a lot of pressure on Xiang Fengchen, Nalan Shuo and the other two.

When Duan kept reacting to the chaos, seeing no one around in the backyard, Xiang Fengchen took a step ahead and rushed to the hunchbacked man. He and Nalan Shuo, who followed closely behind, took action at the same time and captured the hunchbacked man in an instant. But before I ask, I see my face The old man who was blackened and missing a few front teeth turned his head, grinned, his expression was twisted and weird, and let out a silly and silly laugh: "Hey! Hey!! I fell into the trap, fell into the trap, here... .Give money, five coppers per person!”

Seeing the drastic changes in the faces of Xiang Fengchen, Nalan Shuo and the other two, the waiter laughed even harder and drooled, "Hey, hey, we...we have agreed, I will act with you, you...you will give me money, but No default!"