Raised his hand slightly, pinched the waking wood on the table with his middle finger, and then lifted it gently, paused in the air for a moment, and then fell sharply.

There was a clear crack, and the hall was silent, and there was no sound in all directions.

I could only hear the blind storyteller speak.

"The three emperors and five emperors of morality, the fame of the Xia Hou Shang Zhou. The five tyrants and seven heroes made trouble in the Spring and Autumn Period, and the Qin and Han dynasties rose and fell. There are several lines of names and surnames in the history, and there are countless barren hills in the north. The fields of the predecessors were collected by the later generations, and it was said that the dragon was fighting for the tiger. Haojie's thousand-year-old past, Yuqiao sings. The black flying rabbit walked like a shuttle, and the wind and rain were frightened in the blink of an eye. Wonderful pen dragon Tao tiger strategy, hero iron horse Jingo. In the race for fame and fortune, there must be a cause and effect...... Today, it coincides with the fifteenth day of July, when the ghost gate is wide open, and it is the time when hundreds of ghosts walk at night and the living beings retreat, so we will not talk about history today, but tell a folk anecdote. ”

This storyteller is correct and round, and his voice is clear, and the people who listen to it are very comfortable.

"As we all know, the 14th and 15th days of July are the time when the ghost gate is opened, which is what we call the Ghost Festival, on this day, the hell gate is wide open......

"Hundred ghosts walk at night!" Someone suddenly shouted like a coax, attracting the attention of the people around him, "Mr. Mu, we all know these things, so you should start telling the story quickly! ”

It turned out that the blind storyteller's surname was Mu ...... Some of the guests present had a look on their faces.

Turning his head to look at the person who spoke, it was a poor man dressed in an official palace and carrying a long knife, and next to him, there were also several young men in the same clothes, and under the surveillance circle of several people, there were also a few people with embarrassed and shackled cloaks.

Looking at that case, it must be an official messenger to escort the prisoner for transfer, and he will be in a hurry.

This official is sent to escort prisoners, but he can't be careless and overdue.

"Storytelling, singing, and persuading people, the three main roads go to the center. Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and the right way in the world is vicissitudes. Don't worry, although this trip is far away and has passed through three places, there will be no accidents for several adults. ”

The storyteller had just been directly interrupted, but at the moment, there was no emotional twist and turn, and he still had a light smile on his face.

"However, since the adults are in a hurry, let's omit some irrelevant things. As soon as he spoke, the storyteller straightened up.

But the officials who heard his words suddenly looked at each other.

How did this man know that they had to travel a long way and need to pass through three places?

Surprised in their hearts, several officials closed their mouths, sat honestly in place, looked at the young storyteller sitting in the center, and waited for the storyteller to continue.

"July 14/July 15 is the time when the door of ghosts is wide open, it is a well-known thing to avoid weddings and funerals, and move the house, but our story does not start from this day. ”

The storyteller sold out.

After saying a word, he directly picked up the cup next to him and took a slow sip of water.

And it's also magical, this storyteller is obviously an invisible blind man, but he can accurately pick up the teacup on the side, without the slightest hesitation, just like he can take everything in his eyes without using his eyes, coupled with the storyteller's posture, it always makes people feel a little wonderful.

Just when the first-time guest carefully looked at the blind storyteller, the storyteller suddenly spoke, like a thunderclap, and suddenly exploded, so that everyone present was subconsciously refreshed.

"Our story takes place on the eighteenth day of the first lunar month. ”

The picture freezes quickly, and instantly loses all color, and the original vivid person in the picture also becomes a character sketched in ink on the canvas in an instant, like a yellowed canvas that has lasted for a long time, and then, in an instant, it seems to have been pulled by someone, and the whole picture is distorted and thrown aside.

And the new picture scroll is also unfolding at the same time.

The eyes are dense and deep forests, in which the light of the sky and the earth seems to be completely obscured, and the whole forest looks a little mottled and strange, and it seems to be at sunrise, so the mist in the forest is filled, and at a glance, even if you are not in it, you can still feel the slightest coolness.

There were strange sounds in the woods, like the cries of birds, and the shrill chirpings of wild cats, and in the darkness there was a shuddering fear.

The faint music sounded silently, as if it was slowly drifting to the ears from a distance, and it was clear that no one had appeared until now, but it made the audience watching this scene can't help but tighten their scalps.

Doesn't that mean that the song to be sung is "Xi", and why does it feel so weird both in the opening and the intro?

It was almost eight o'clock in the evening, and it was really strange to sit in the dark of the venue and see such a scene.

blinked to the screen, but saw that in the faint fog, a figure in a cyan robe appeared, and the man was striding forward, leaving only a back.

But at this moment, if you look closely at the clothes, they look like the green shirt of the storyteller on the platform of the restaurant, but the clothes look like there are no traces of oldness, and the person's hair is neatly tied, not as scattered as the storyteller in the restaurant.

And although this person did not turn around, but at a glance, this person had no resemblance to the storyteller except for the green clothes on his body - this person's momentum was too strong, giving people a sense of sharpness, far from being as gentle and elegant as the storyteller that everyone saw.

Moreover, even in the dim light, everyone could clearly see that the hand under the man's sleeve was tightly holding a dagger.

A dagger that was unsheathed and glowed with cold light.

Who is this man?

The beat of the drum seems to be in harmony with the person in the picture, and in such an environment, it makes the people in the picture who are moving forward step by step look solemn.

And just as the drum beat began to change, the man holding the dagger in the picture turned his head sharply.

The camera zoomed in, and a cold and handsome face was presented directly, and the audience watching this scene was directly startled, and even someone at the scene directly exclaimed.

On the one hand, it was because of the grief and murderous intent in the man's red eyes, and on the other hand, it was because of the man's familiar face.

Although there was no yellowed white cloth, everyone could still see at a glance that this person was the storyteller of the restaurant.

It's just that at this moment, the storyteller surnamed Mu doesn't seem to be blind, and his temperament is also sharp.

What had happened? Why was he holding a sharp dagger tightly in his hand?

Everything happened in an instant, and the man with the dagger turned his head again, and walked resolutely towards the forest.

The fog in the dense forest seemed to be getting thicker and thicker, directly engulfing the figure who walked into it, and then, all the pictures collapsed directly.

In the soothing drum beat, such a picture flows extremely smoothly, and there is not the slightest trace of on-site editing.

At the same time, just as the picture collapsed, a creepy voice sounded.

"On the eighteenth day of the first lunar month, the auspicious day of the zodiac, sorghum lifts the ......"

The voice was so sharp that it sounded impossible to distinguish between men and women for a while, like a whispered chant in silence, with a power that made people stop.

I saw that in the picture, the bride in front of the bronze mirror was shyly smiling and letting the people next to her dress up.

The phoenix crown, the big red hijab, coupled with the happy smiling face on the bride's face, and the festive red silk in this room, make people feel that the groom is outside the door, and the firecracker suona team is also blowing lively.

However, in reality, there is no such voice.

The only thing that echoed in the air was the eerie, with some suffocating muffled chanting.

"Put on red makeup, hate, and cut in a hurry. ”

In such a low chanting, the bride in the boudoir has already covered the red hijab with a light smile, as if her heart is fluctuating, and the beautiful bride raises her hand from time to time to lift the corner of the hijab and looks out.

Seeing this, the Xi Po next to her patted the bride's hand with a smile on her face, as if she was asking the bride not to mess around.

And the bride suddenly turned red, honestly put down her hand, and shrouded her whole person in it, but the corners of her mouth never let go.

Obviously, this bride should also be extremely satisfied with the person she wants to marry, and even the person she wants to marry is the sweetheart she thinks about day and night.

At this moment, the content shown in the picture seems to be a grand happy event, and the newlywed lady has been prepared, just waiting for the man to come to the door to greet her.

It's just that the tune of this song always makes people watching this scene look worried.

The screen switches quickly, but the singing continues.

"Listen, when the time is three miles away, it turns up, flat, the sound of horses' hooves gradually rises and falls, and the word is broken, and it is too late to say that it is fast, and the fog opens by pushing the door, and the wild cats are following a few streets, and the neck of the tree ......is crooked."

"Look at her waiting, this village is also strange, close the door, and Wang Ergou's shoes are outside, leaving her alone to remember, the love of the skin, outside of right and wrong, this is not, get off the horse, just ......"

The rhythm gradually accelerated, the drum beat became more and more dense, and the camera switching became more and more rapid.

I saw that the groom who came to greet the bridegroom was dressed in a bright red wedding robe, straddling the horse with red flowers, walking at the front of the wedding procession, and the same smile as the bride, but the groom's smile was obviously more presumptuous, as if to tell everyone that he was going to marry his beloved girl today.

What is even more surprising is that the identity of the groom is the storyteller in green clothes before, but at this moment, the temperament of this gentleman surnamed Mu is different, not the gentleness in the restaurant, nor the full slaughter in front of the dense forest.

Yes, it's just joy, and I can't suppress the upturned corners of my mouth and the happiness on my face.

Everything is like telling a story of joy, but everyone knows that this story must not be a story of happiness.

Just the simple sound of music hovering in the ears foreshadows everything.