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Xiao Laodao strolled over there and walked over, "Xiao Lazi, there is a chafing to tell you. I forgot to tell you last night (actually this morning). The troupe can only sing night operas on the boat. Nine people, you and Comrade Sun are going to play a few tricks in three plays tonight. Don't look at me that way, I have to do it, and just follow me."

There is no way, it has already reached this point, and the dragon will be the dragon.

After eating and drinking, two vans came out of the county to bring Xiao Laodao, the troupe owner, and a dozen of us to the river. Grandpa and Third Uncle couldn't follow, I could only ask Old Xiao: "Old Xiao, didn't you mean to seal five miles around the ship?"

Xiao Laodao laughed for a while and said, "It's all set, no one can get in within five miles."

I nodded and asked, "Are there still militias?" Xiao Laodao shook his head and said, "It's not militias. They are not easy to use. They are all acquaintances. I am sorry to take care of them. It was Xiong Ba who led people to seal the road."

I was a little unexpected, and asked in surprise: "Director Xiong also cares about this feudal superstition? Can you still order him?"

"We told him not to move, so you told him to do it." Xiao Laodao said with a rogue expression.

This ghost drama can officially start, but I didn't expect that these actors would still have no intention of opening the show until after the sky was completely dark after seven o'clock.

Before dark, our group arrived on the theater and sat in the cabin according to the rules. Until ten o'clock in the evening, these people gradually became busy, pretending to be costumes, and crouching. The troupe boss also put on the costumes very rarely, and even crowed on his face, looking like an old student.

"Two leaders, do you also dress up?" The troupe boss came over, still holding a watercolor in his hand.

Fatty Sun looked at his greasy face, his neck was shrinking, and asked: "We are a dragon, and we still have to draw faces?"

The troupe boss said: "There is no way. The rules for singing night operas are like this. There are nine people in the troupe, and the rest of the troupe must be supported by the victim’s family. It’s okay, the two leaders. We have sang night operas a few times. As long as the rules are followed, nothing will happen."

Taking advantage of the time the boss gave Fatty Sun a face, I said to the boss: "Look at the boss, you are quite familiar with the way you last night, do you guys who sing dramas know this?"

The troupe boss said to Fatty Sun, "Not everyone who sings understands. You also know the leader, what kind of night drama is the ghost drama, is it just singing for the dead? That is to say, the night drama is better. The soup does not change the medicine. Most of the troupes who sing this kind of drama will not be able to take it, which is unlucky. But if you take the night drama, you must understand the rules. This set of rules is passed down by the older generations. As long as you follow the rules, you will not be able to get out. thing.

"But there are few teams who take the night opera, that is, we are greedy for that little money. Our Dacheng class is also mainly singing Yang opera. Even if we take the night opera, that is, nine of our buddies, those people only sing Yang opera. In a few years, if one or two of us are missing from the nine of us, the livelihood of the night opera will be absolutely rooted in our Dacheng class."

Soon, Fatty Sun’s face was hooked, and the class leader turned to my face again. He moved his hand and his mouth was not idle. Then the topic just now said: "Speaking of which, don’t watch the night drama and talk very much. Wicked, some of our brothers have sang it several times, and haven't even seen a ghost hair. Alright, leader Shen, your face is also hooked."

Fatty Sun and I looked in the mirror. Our brothers’ complexions looked like they were crawling out of the noodle bowl, and the team’s cheeks were blushed on both cheeks. It seemed to be similar to Xiaofan and Laojun on the stage. Not much difference.

At about 11:30 in the evening, the troupe boss led us out of the cabin. I still burned the yellow paper first, and after the yellow paper was burned, I took the actors to worship the Quartet and muttered something to the air on the river. As for what I was talking about, I couldn't hear it.

Finally, at midnight, the class owner took out a tape recorder from the cabin and pressed the button, which was the prelude to the Peking Opera "Shiro's Visiting Mother". I immediately understood that there were only nine people in the troupe. There was no place for the luthier and others, so I had to play the recording to make up the count. The okay actors returned to the cabin, and the host played Yang Shilang and stood on the stage to sing.

When the class lead sang the first sentence, the same mist of last night appeared on the river again, and the mist became thicker and thicker, but it seemed that no one could see the mist except me, Fatty Sun, and Xiao Lao Dao. .

At this time, the class leader sang on the stage: "When I saw the princess stealing Lingjian, I couldn't help but feel happy in my palace. The standing palace gate was called Xiaofan--" The last sentence was sung perfectly, and the voice rang through the sky.

The class leader "fan" hadn't finished singing, someone in the mist suddenly shouted: "Okay!" The class leader sat down on the ground.

Is it real? The troupe leader slumped on the stage, shaking all over. He is the night opera singer who finally met a ghost.

At this time, the fog on the river was getting thicker and thicker, and the cabin was four or five meters away from the stage. In this way, the situation of the troupe owner could not be clearly seen. The actors and actresses in the cabin who were waiting to be on stage turned pale now, let alone on stage, even the cabin could not get out.

I grabbed the handle of the gun and wanted to rush out to get it back from the boss of the theatrical troupe. I didn't expect to be stopped by Fatty Sun and said, "Wait a little while later, I will call out to see the situation."

Before I could speak, I heard a "boom" on the stage above, as if something was thrown on the stage. This was only the first sound, and then, the top of the cabin crackled like a hailstone. Several fist-sized objects rolled down to the entrance of the cabin. I picked it up. It was a yellow gold ingot. After weighing it, it was at least a catty.

The rain of ingots above can last for nearly a minute. After being quiet for a while, I heard the troupe master on the stage above tremblingly yell: "Thanks for the reward!"

Fatty Sun and I rushed out of the cabin. At this time, the fog outside was much smaller, and hundreds of gold and silver ingots of various sizes were scattered on the entire stage and the deck above. The troupe boss had already taken off his robes and grinned and stuffed ingots into the robes (I learned later that a dozen or so ingots had hit him just now, fortunately, he had already protected the vital points).

"You are all dead! Come up and thank you!" The troupe boss saw me and Fatty Sun coming up, his face changed, and he shouted at his own person in the cabin. Unexpectedly, the first person who jumped out was Xiao Lao Dao, who was already in his sixties and not in his seventies. He had also taken off his robe, and after he came up he kept pulling the ingot into the robe. Unlike the troupe boss, Xiao Laodao didn't say a word, and only picked yellow ones, not white ones.

"You won't be there if you don't come up again!" The troupe boss glared at Xiao Lao, his eyes almost bleeding, he shouted so, only a few boldly showed their heads under the cabin.

Seeing hundreds of gold and silver ingots, the opera singers don't know what it means to be afraid. They all learned how to learn from their boss and Xiao Lao Dao, taking off their costumes and filling them with ingots. Soon, the ingots on the stage and deck were swept away.

Except for me and Fatty Sun, everyone on the boat carried a bag full of ingots (Old Xiao's baggage is not the biggest, but the heaviest). They seem to have forgotten the purpose of coming to the boat tonight.

At this moment, a Wu Chou who sang Xiaohualian couldn't stand still, his body shook, and he fell on the boat. Before everyone understood what was going on, the theater shook suddenly, and almost half of the people fell on the deck. Xiao Laodao was the first to understand, and shouted: "Let's sing!" The troupe boss also reacted, yelling and scolding the actors back to the cabin, and then shiveringly backed the tape of the tape recorder to the previous position. I took a stand and sang again.

But singing again is not a taste, maybe because the span from shock to surprise is too fast, the troupe boss has completely lost the state of singing. If Huang Qiang didn't say anything about it, in some places, he couldn't even connect to the drama. He dealt with the ambiguity where he had forgotten the words. What he did, really corresponds to an old saying-are you fooling a ghost?

It turns out that ghosts are not easy to fool. In the beginning, when the troupe boss first went out of tune, the opera boat swayed slightly. Unexpectedly, the more so, the more frightened the opera singer, and then he forgot the words. Just when the opera troupe boss finished singing vaguely, thinking that the fool had passed, there was no wind and waves on the river, and the whole opera boat began to sway and sway. That's not a big deal. The thick fog that had almost disappeared came out again. Not to mention the figures shaking in the fog this time, even with the brows, noses and eyes on their faces, I can see that they are 60 or 70 years old.

The troupe boss worshipped a Quartet tremblingly, and wanted to say something. Before he opened his mouth, a terrifying sound suddenly appeared in the air. This sound is like thousands of people grinding their teeth in your ears at the same time, and it is like using a sharp object like a knife on the glass surface. Paddling one by one.

The troupe boss couldn't see the fog and the people in the fog, but he could hear the sound clearly. The extremely frightened theatrical troupe wanted to run into the cabin, but after a few steps, he suddenly hung upside down and floated in the air. It was as if an invisible big hand grasped one of his feet firmly and lifted him in the air.

Can't go out! I drew my pistol, jumped out of the cabin, and shot the most foggy part above the troupe boss. There was a scream from where the shot was shot. The fog dimmed suddenly, and the troupe boss also fell from mid-air.

At this time, Fatty Sun also ran out, shooting a few shots at a few relatively dense fog. With the sound of his gunshots, there were several screams. When the gunfire stopped, the fog had disappeared completely, and the shaking of the ship's hull stopped.

Look at the troupe boss, he is lying on the deck foaming. Fatty Sun went over and took a look. He was just overwhelmed and fainted.

Fatty Sun snorted and said, "See if you dare to sing ghost dramas, you want money but you don't want your life."

The people on the boat were scared, and the experience tonight should be enough for them to digest for a few months. To my surprise, Xiao Lao Dao's expression did not change at all. After I fired the shot, he has been staring at the pistol in my hand with good eyes.

Ok? What does this old Xiao mean? Looking at his posture, he seems to have seen such a pistol before. Just as those of us were about to disembark, two flashlights flashed on the shore, "Director Shen, Director Sun, did someone fire a shot just now? Are you all right there?"

It was Xiong Ba, the head of the township police station who was talking, and our village chief followed him. Because of the gunshots, I don't know what happened to us. In addition to running too fast, the clothes on Director Xiong have been soaked. His tall body is wrapped in a wet police uniform, which looks a little ridiculous.