Twilight Boundary

A group of people had already arrived in Huanggou Village a few days ago, and they were busy setting up a stage and burning incense.

There were even banquets and various wedding favors prepared nearby. The scene was both festive and weird.

The person in charge was the old servant of the Wei family in Huai'an. He had people buy sets of brand-new tables and chairs from the city, and placed them one by one along the path between the two rows of houses in the village. It seems extremely generous.

The red lanterns were hung up several days ago, and they were refueled every day. Every night, the village was illuminated redder than the Red Lantern Festival, a ghostly red.

The villagers didn't know what they were going to do. They were just in awe of these unfamiliar people, but they didn't know that even the old servant of the Wei family who was in charge didn't know what they were going to do.

He just went to Master Wu Sha's temple and was ordered to come back to buy these things. On the seventh day, Master Wu Sha came to save his master's life. He was meticulous in his preparations, but he also became more and more prepared. , the more creepy I feel.

It looked like a wedding banquet, but he prepared a lot of incense candles, paper money, and bought a lot of livestock and livestock. However, he didn't hire a cook or set up a pot. He just cut them into pieces and put on the cold dishes. Put it back and wait to put it on the table.

Refreshments were not allowed to be served on the tables that were set out. There was an incense burner on each table, and incense was burned in rows. The smoke was lingering, as if entering an ancestral hall.

All the best players from all over the country were invited. They started playing at nightfall and rested at dawn. They had to be watched by the guards and couldn't be lazy.

Now that five or six days have passed, his uneasiness has reached its extreme. He doesn't know what use this weird banquet will serve to save his uncle, but he can only follow it meticulously.

Since you want to invite people from the hall, you must abide by the rules. If you make a mistake, you will bring trouble to yourself!

Asking for an opportunity, I went to the door of my uncle's ancestral home and listened. His expression became even darker, and he sighed softly.

Seven days ago, when he came back from the Five Evils Temple, he took his uncle back and placed him in his ancestral house. But now, after several days, his uncle is still not well.

Every day I just held a memorial tablet and babbling in the room, sometimes laughing and sometimes crying.

Sometimes the voice is soft, and sometimes the voice is rough, as if two people are quarreling.

"Whether it can be cured or not depends on this time..."

The old servant looked at the sky, sighed worriedly, and returned to the front. He continued to look at the empty tables and chairs with only incense burned. The feeling in his heart became more and more intense. Don't know what will happen.

It has been so empty in the past few days, but now that it is the last day, can it be that we just have this empty table and get through tonight?

"call……"

But at this moment, a dark wind blew in from afar outside the village.

Subconsciously covering his face, he suddenly heard that as the dark wind blew over, the noisy blowing sound suddenly disappeared, and the surroundings became unusually quiet.

He hurriedly opened his eyes and was about to scold the players. As night fell, the sound of playing could not stop. But before he could say anything, he was suddenly stunned and felt that his whole body was cold and almost frozen.

"Are there... guests?"

"..."

When I came back this time, I was inexplicably shocked.

Night has fallen, and the lanterns on both sides have been lit, but although it is extremely festive, the table always looks dark and unclear.

It seemed that even the light from the lanterns was not able to illuminate, and from time to time, a draft blew in from outside the village, causing the lanterns on both sides to sway, and even the shadows of the living people under the lamps were blurred. indefinite.

Under the dim light of the lantern, several people were sitting next to the Eight Immortals table.

Or rather, just a few shadows.

There was an old man wearing a black robe and a small round hat, sitting upright at the table, his back far away from the back of the chair. His face was covered with a layer of yellow paper, and he couldn't feel the slightest breath. The only hands hanging by his side were also retracted into the long sleeves.

There was a woman in mourning clothes, all in white, sitting opposite the old man with yellow paper, her head lowered, her long hair hanging down.

"Huhu..."

Inside and outside the village, gusts of dark wind blew in from time to time. In the mist, the shadows that appeared at the table kept appearing, each one extremely strange.

Some were wearing silk and satin, with a pair of chicken feet exposed under the hem of their robes.

Some figures were vague and uncertain. Sometimes they looked like a person, and sometimes they looked like there was only one tablet placed on the seat.

Some were wet, and a puddle of water soon appeared on the edge of the table. Others' robes kept fluttering, and after a while, a mouse came out and escaped with a squeak.

The flowing water table that was empty just now seemed to be filled with people all of a sudden, but there was no joy in it. Instead, there was only a gloomy wind, and a few sobs could be heard from time to time, which made people feel chilly in their hearts.

"Old...Old Uncle Sun, this..."

The few guards nearby were trembling with fear when they saw this scene. They had all been practicing martial arts since childhood and were very courageous. However, at this moment, they all took two steps back in fear, their voices trembling. , looked towards the old servant.

"Don't...don't panic..."

The old servant was also scared, and even more aware that none of the guests who came were who they were, but he kept his composure and whispered: "Get ready, serve... serve the food!"

After giving the order, he added: "Stop it with a few brave ones, don't lose your etiquette."

The guards hurriedly went to give orders, as if they were rushing to do it.

After a while, the sound of drawing knives was heard in the direction of the kitchen. Several villagers who were temporarily pulled over by them trembled under the force of the knives placed on their necks, carrying baskets one by one. come out.

They all closed their eyes and did not dare to look at the guests on the table. They just shivered and put the "dishes" prepared in the baskets on the table.

But the so-called refreshments are actually paper ingots, raw meat, raw fish, cold rice, candles, etc.

And when they tremblingly put the things on the table, these "guests", who had been motionless at first and only heard a burst of crying at most, now actually reacted, stretching out their dull hands and throwing things in. In the basket.

Looking at it, he saw a gold ring stained with wet mud, dirty pearls, an embroidered shoe soaked in sewage, and even two silver teeth, which looked like they had just been knocked out.

And as these things were put into the basket, there were more faint cries, probably because of distress.

"What the hell is this? Can this really save my uncle?"

The old servant was already in extreme torment. He felt cold sweat breaking out in layers. He felt that this wedding banquet was already like a ghost land, but it was so cold. Suddenly there was a ticking sound of locks outside the village.

In a gust of cold wind, an old lady sitting in a paper sedan suddenly floated over.

She was holding the cigarette rod in her hand, with a triumphant smile on her face. Beside her, there was a young man in cloth clothes and jacket, holding a straw rope in his hand, tying up a staggering figure. .

"Oh, let's set up a table..."

The old lady on the paper sedan came closer, and she glanced at the people present with a smile and said: "It's just that the host is arrogant. Our seventh aunt and grandma are all familiar with each other. Why don't you want to hold a banquet?" Why don't you let us know?"

"They are ignorant. Grandma Qi has a lot of them, so let's not argue with them."

The young man following her looked around and saw the strange shadow sitting next to the table and the contents of the basket.

He smiled and said, "The owner of this house is so decent that he invited all the neighbors over, and everyone received congratulatory gifts."

"Grandma Qi Gu is here to have a feast, so she won't lack dignity."

"Consider this a gift, let's make do with it!"

"..."

As he spoke, he pulled the hemp rope forward in his hand, pushed the person who was staggering over to the front, and then stood next to Grandma Qigu, looking at everyone with a smile.

Seeing this congratulatory gift, the whole place fell silent for an instant.

The old servant, in particular, was so flustered that he wanted to jump out of his chest. He had seen this fateful messenger before.

Back then, he was so majestic and majestic in front of Master Wu Sha's temple that he would scare people into unconsciousness just by looking at them. Now he is being led here like an animal?

As for the unwilling and vague figures sitting at the table, they were even more frightened. They glanced at Grandma Qigu secretly, and then hurriedly lowered their heads, for fear of offending the small court official.

Earlier, it was this little hall official who came forward to speak, so that no one in the entire Mingzhou dared to save the uncle of the Huai'an Wei family. Now, just after leaving the banquet, this little hall official with mysterious origins came over again. Yes, I even caught Master Wu Sha’s incense to burn as a congratulatory gift...

Is this really going to be a head-on fight?

What move could be more provocative than now? In their eyes, this old lady is extremely majestic.

But after pushing the "congratulatory gift" up, the old lady didn't say anything. She just walked forward with a smile and went directly to the three tables with incense burned on the table.

When I got there, I glanced around, but suddenly I was a little startled. The Eight Immortals table entertains guests. The left is the most respected, the right is the second, the top is the most respected, the bottom is the second, and the middle is the most respected. Since Grandma Qi Gu is here, of course she has to sit down. It's at the top.

But the weird old man with the yellow paper on his face was already sitting there.

Grandma Qi Gu actually has a good temper. Although Hu Ma said she wanted to sit in the upper seat, since someone else was sitting there, she could just change to another place.

But when Hu Ma heard this, her eyes suddenly turned cold, and she slammed the table, which frightened the old man with the yellow paper on his face. He suddenly stood up in a daze and floated to the table next to him.

Following him, several other figures suddenly floated up and reached the table next to them. The top table turned out to be completely empty.

Hu Ma didn't take it seriously, helped Grandma Qigu sit down at the table, and said with a smile: "That's pretty much it."

"Come on, let me light a bag of cigarettes for you to smoke..."