Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao

People who can afford to sing operas for ghosts are not ordinary people. The Hu family is a big surname in Wuligang, and almost one-third of the people in the village have the surname Hu.

Li Huowang had already learned from Zhuangyuan Lu that the richest landlord in Wuligang who paid for the performance was Hu Qinghe, who was also the most senior.

At this time, he was accompanying Lu Zhuangyuan and his group on their way to the Hu Family Ancestral Hall.

"Master Hu said that it's nothing major. He also invited other troupes to sing ghost operas in previous years. Nothing happened."

Li Huowang glanced at him, not knowing who he was comforting when he said this.

Pressing the bell on his waist with his hand, Li Huowang calmed down a bit, even if there is something wrong, it doesn't matter. With this thing, he feels a lot more at ease.

Of course, it's best not to have an accident. After all, if you invite a Taoist tour, it will take three months of your life.

Walking on the path in the village, they soon arrived at the Hu family ancestral hall where many red lanterns were lit.

The meeting was very crowded, and Li Huowang and others couldn't squeeze in. After passing the layers of heads, he saw that many people were kowtowing to the black spiritual seat.

"That's Mr. Hu. He also said that when the performance is over, let us not leave first, and invite us to dinner."

Lv Zhuangyuan pointed at the old man in satin clothes in front of the kowtower and said.

While he was talking, those kowtows got up and respectfully invited down the ancestor's black tablet and placed it on the half-immortal table that had already been prepared.

There are many tablets and tables, filling the spacious three-door ancestral hall.

The table in front of the queue is not empty, there are also many kinds of delicious food on it.

Red candles, incense, gold ingots, and yellow paper are neatly arranged on the serving plate for the ancestors to enjoy.

It seems that they are afraid that they will not be taken care of, there are still more than a dozen paper figurines standing by the wall of the ancestral hall who are serving tea and pouring water.

"Hey, Mr. Huang is really open and bright. He personally paid for the troupe to sing for the ancestors."

"Yes, it's no wonder that none of the rooms in Master Hu's house were ill or ill. It's all blessed by our ancestors."

"Hey, I don't know if I will be able to have this wealth after I die."

"Then wait for your younger generation to make as much money as Master Hu. It will cost a lot of money to invite someone to sing for a ghost."

Listening to the words of the Hu family and looking at the solemn scene in front of him, Li Huowang calmed down. It doesn't look like this is going to happen.

He leaned slightly sideways to Lu Zhuangyuan. "Master Lu, you've been traveling all over the world for so many years, have you encountered a lot of ghosts, or have you encountered a lot of things like banning?"

"Huh?! What, isn't this the same thing?" Lu Zhuangyuan's eyes widened, his expression very surprised.

"How can this be the same? One is what happens after a person dies, and the other is..." Li Huowang said, but he didn't know how to explain it.

But what Li Huowang is sure of is that no matter the great grandma that Dan Yangzi brought for alchemy, Master You, or even the woman with little feet that night, they are definitely not ghosts, at least not the ghosts in his mind.

At this moment, the Hu family's memorial tablet had been requested, and Hu Qinghe brought a large group of Hu family members towards Lu Zhuangyuan.

"Leader Lu, how much more hard work, please, that, Piaoliang, you bring others to help the leader of Lu set up a stage."

"Oh, oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Hu is really too polite."

"Master Lu, you also know the rules of singing opera. When the ancestors come out to watch the opera, the younger generation who invited the opera will leave, and they have to stay at home. I will ask you to take care of me here in the ancestral hall." Kindly ordered.

"Yes, yes. Master Hu, don't worry, the ancestral hall will definitely be fine with me here." Lu Zhuangyuan patted his chest and said decisively.

Although no one was watching, Zhuangyuan Lu really didn't dare to make mistakes. If something happened to the ancestral hall, the Hu family would bury the entire Lu family class alive.

"Also, when you start singing, the living people can't talk to the singers, lest the ancestors hear it uncomfortable."

"As for the drama, just pick something festive. The ancestors dreamed that the underworld was too deserted, so we should see something more festive."

"You don't have to sing all night. After the fifth watch, my son will come to pick up the ancestor's tablet and go home, so you can rest."

Lu Zhuangyuan's head lit up like a chicken pecking at rice, "Hey, hey, Master Hu, don't worry, he will never break the rules."

With the help of the Hu family, the stage was quickly set up in the ancestral hall. There were only five people singing on the stage tonight, and Luo Yanhua didn't come because women could not enter the ancestral hall.

Immediately after Hu Qinghe shouted, the crowd who had just watched the fun dispersed and went home.

"Qiangqiang~Qiangqiang lift~!" When the Lu family began to sing on stage, Li Huowang stayed in the backstage waiting.

Time passed, and the whole Wuligang became quiet. The large village was plunged into darkness, and only the ancestral hall had lights.

It was also the first time for Li Huowang that the living sang to the dead. He opened the backstage curtain and looked outside.

I have to say that this is quite scary. The stage is lively and lively, but the audience is dead silent. There was no applause, only rows of black tablets with names engraved on them, and yellow candlesticks between the tablets.

After a walk in Qingfengguan, these scenes still can't scare him, but Lu Jiaban can't. After a while, Lu Juren, who was singing, forgot the words several times. UU reading www.uukanshu.com Lu Zhuangyuan, who was beating the gong, was in a hurry.

However, as time passed, they began to enter the state, and they began to become smoother.

In the silent and late night, the voice of singing came out all the way. Accompanied by this voice, Li Huowang, who was carrying a sword, sat in the background and closed his eyes.

Listen, listen, don't say it, the somewhat bored Li Huowang really heard a hint of charm, and his head shook his head along with the singing voice of eeeeeeeeeeee.

In this environment, the second watch passed without knowing it, and came to the third watch.

Li Huowang had already figured it out at this time. The third watch is from 11 am to 1 am, the fourth watch is from 1 to 3, and the fifth watch is from 3 to 5. Usually after 5, the villagers The chicken is about to croak.

He opened his mouth and hit a Hache. I don't know why, he was always more sleepy than others when he came here.

He couldn't really fall asleep with money, so Li Huowang simply put the book in his hand and thought about it to relieve his sleepiness.

Recently, during the night vigil, he also took it out to study, but apart from being more certain that this is a scripture that exhorts people to be kind, he has not gained anything else.

Looking at it, the second watch has passed, and the third watch has arrived. The whole ancestral hall is normal and nothing happened.

Li Huowang raised his head and looked in front of him, facing Lu Zhuangyuan, who had changed his form in the bronze mirror, and secretly said in his heart, "Master Lu is probably bleeding right now, and he lost six taels of silver for no reason."

Thinking about it, it's right. Logically speaking, nothing should happen. This is the Hu family's ancestral hall. If the younger generation invites the elders to watch the play, the elders will not be able to spoil the scene.

But just when Li Huowang thought it would be like this tonight, an accident happened. He heard the humming outside and suddenly stopped without warning.