In the middle of the night, when there was a vibration sound in the direction of Blue City, Lin Xiangzhi was reading, and the emotions on her face were a little complicated.

She was arranged alone in this small courtyard, without cooking or laundry, and she was a little deserted for a while.

She didn't want to be a sage, so she was going to find a book to read.

And there happened to be a bookshelf in the room.

At this time, she couldn't stand a serious sage book, so she found an idle book.

This idle book is called "Jialan Wei Tan", and the paper used to read the book is not old, it should not be an ancient book.

In this era of sky-high antique prices, no matter how big the Ning family is, they will not put a valuable ancient book in the guest room.

However, this "Jialan Strange Tan" looks very rough both on paper and in printed fonts, and it should be made in a small workshop, and it does not quite meet the specifications of Ningfu's extraordinarily rich money.

However, it did not prevent Lin Xiangzhi from watching.

The beginning of this book tells the story of a great prosperous country in Jiangnan.

The south of the Yangtze River is beautiful and the four seasons are like spring, so literati and writers are naturally indispensable.

Those literati dressed in light clothes, took handsome scholars to play in the mountains and rivers, recited poems from time to time, and had fun with the scholars, looking very coquettish.

It is estimated that this is also the origin of the word "sorcerer".

The literati loved poetry, but they also loved opera.

In a place like Jiangnan, opera is naturally indispensable.

The people in the south of the Yangtze River are rich and live a relatively stable life, and it is common to listen to the opera after tea and dinner, unlike the people in the north who listen to a drama like the New Year.

Due to the large number of people listening to operas, there are many opera troupes in Jiangnan, and the types of operas that have evolved are also endless.

As long as you are in Jiangnan, you can find spring and white snow if you have money, and you can also find mud leg play with the appetite if you don't have money or artistic pursuit.

And the story of "The Tale of Garan" started from a foreign theater troupe.

The local opera troupes in Jiangnan are already rich in variety and superb in performance, monopolizing the market of high-ranking officials and ordinary people, and it is not easy for foreign opera troupes to chant scriptures at all.

However, two thousand years ago, a Shuiyun opera brought by the Bin family broke this pattern and became the most popular opera troupe in Jiangnan in one fell swoop.

Legend has it that the Bin family came from overseas, and few people know their details, and their opera is indeed unique.

The name of Shuiyun Opera sounds elegant, but in fact it is not like that.

Every time they perform, they wear extra scary makeup, and then the whole drama has no sound, only dancing.

Their dances are morbid, distorted, and some don't even feel like dances, but some kind of wacky sacrifices.

But for some reason, the guests who have seen it are full of praise for this opera, but if you ask them to tell what is good, they can't say why.

Such a strange thing would definitely attract attention in today's Jiangnan, but at that time, when the Shengguo Kingdom was first built, the Demon Suppression Tower and the Qingqi Division had not yet become a climate, so no one would care about this kind of thing.

So the Bin family gradually gained a firm foothold in Jiangnan, but the strange thing is that their entire family has rarely interacted with outsiders.

When they sing, they wear weird and exaggerated makeup, they can't distinguish between men and women, and when they are not singing, they live in a high-walled compound, basically have no contact with outsiders, and they don't even have the most ordinary marriage.

The number of such family members has not decreased, which shows that they are not stealing, that is, they are producing and selling themselves.

This kind of self-produced and self-sold thing is naturally contrary to the world, and some good people began to try to explore the secrets of the Bin family.

If you can dig up some materials, you will inevitably be able to make some money.

One night, a female snitch relied on her own light work and quietly entered the courtyard of the Bin family house at night.

But when she entered the Bin family's house, she didn't see anyone.

The night was silent, there was not even a single candle, and the snitch once thought he had entered a tomb.

Then it wasn't long before she heard a baby's cry.

It's normal for a baby to cry at night, but the sound in the courtyard of the Bin family house makes her feel creepy.

This snitch is also bold, and he made a bet with a friend before that he must find out whether this Bin family is self-produced and sold, so he went to the place where the baby's cry was.

It was a thatched hut that looked a little old in the night.

The snitch followed the sound and went inside, and was almost scared to death there.

Because she didn't see the baby there at all, only a large pool.

The water in the pool was green, and duckweed floated on it, and when she approached, she was surprised to find that there were many small bamboo baskets at the bottom of the pool.

These baskets are narrow, less than half a person wide, and there is something green wriggling inside.

These monsters look like human babies, but their faces are covered with wrinkles, and they look particularly terrifying in the reflection of the pool water.

The snitch was so frightened that he left the Bin family's compound, and then fell ill that night.

In the Momo Lake, she recorded what she saw, and then fell ill in bed.

That night, she dreamed that she was locked in a cramped cage surrounded by turquoise water.

She didn't know why she was still able to breathe freely in the water, but the feeling of being stuck in a bamboo cage made her miserable.

The nightmare continued until she died, without stopping for a moment, and tormented her to the point of madness.

And her narration made her friends think she was crazy.

Within two months, the snitch fell ill and died.

The day after the snitch died, the body was gone.

As for where the body went, no one knows.

Her friends who were in the know couldn't help but wonder if her dream had become a reality and was being raised in the pool of the Bin family at the moment?

After many years, when I grew up, I became a member of the Bin family, performing water cloud opera on stage?

Decades later, the Bin family was suddenly hit by a fire, leaving nothing but such a bizarre story.

Lin Xiangzhi finished reading this story alone in the house in the middle of the night, and only felt that the hairs on his body stood on end, as if he had just gone to Jiangnan to listen to a strange opera of the Bin family.

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This book is so rough, the story naturally can't be studied, and it is usually made up by the writer, but Lin Xiangzhi just read the real thriller between the lines.

She even saw the snitch struggling in a bamboo cage.

This rather terrifying little story really made the restless Lin Xiangzhi pass away a lot of time.

But at this moment, the window creaked open, revealing a human face.

"Ahh

Lin Xiangzhi trembled in fright, and the chair he was sitting on fell backwards all of a sudden, and even the chair fell to the ground.

As that face was illuminated by the firelight, Lin Xiangzhi saw that it was Ning Hongyu's face, and couldn't help but be afraid for a while: "What are you doing so late?" ”

Ning Hongyu pondered: "I thought that as a cat, it would be easier for you to go to bed later, so I specially invited you to go to the play." ”

Lin Xiangzhi was frightened enough and said, "Watching a play? ”

Ning Hongyu nodded and said, "The lantern show on the outskirts of the capital is very good. ”

Lin Xiangzhi hurriedly shook his head and said: "Don't watch the play, don't watch the play, I don't like to watch the play very much." ”

I just watched a horror story about opera, but at this time, Ning Hongyu invited her to come to the play, which is absolutely wrong.

Outside the window, the light of the candle flame could only illuminate half of Ning Hongyu's cheeks, and she couldn't be sure of the other party's expression.

For a while, she felt that Ning Hongyu, who was standing outside the window, couldn't tell the difference between the real and the fake.

Ning Hongyu looked at her with neurotic eyes and said, "Don't forget it, then only me and Ji Que will go." ”

Hearing this, Lin Xiangzhi couldn't help but speak: "Wait, Ji Que is also going?" ”

"That's right."

"Then I'll go too."

As a dignified Miss Lin family, a cat woman, and a leader in the two worlds of shemales, she has no reason to read a story and be cowardly.

The most important thing is that she has now determined through the smell that Ning Hongyu is fine, and there is no reason to let the two of them be alone.

can only blame Tang Yi for being too lazy, and only rely on her to balance the situation.

After that, as Ji Que joined the team, Lin Xiangzhi felt at ease for a while.

The group of three rode in a horse-drawn carriage and passed through the city.

Ji Que had to sigh with emotion, the capital is worthy of being the capital, even after nightfall, it is still brightly lit.

Until they left the city and arrived at the outskirts of the city, there were still many people with lights on.

Just when Ji Que and Lin Xiangzhi thought that the lights had gradually faded away, a brightly lit street appeared in their field of vision, and from a distance, it looked like a long river.

This is the opera street, where major opera troupes gather to show their talents.

People in Beijing like to listen to operas at night, so the whole street is still very lively at this hour.

Ning Hongyu took Ji Que and the two of them and entered a theater at random.

It is said that it is a theater, but in fact, it is a stage and a grass shed built by the theater troupe, which seems to be the number of people who have walked in the lower riba.

It's just that this stage occupies a lot of land, and it is surrounded by gray cloth, obviously not wanting people to watch the excitement for free.

The ticket seller wears a grimace mask, which, although simple and uncoloured, is just a few strokes, but gives people a sense of horror.

Because of the simplicity of the pen and ink, and even a little casual, the facial features of the grimace are very distorted, like the distorted face of a mentally ill person.

Lin Xiangzhi looked at Ji Que next to him, and said suspiciously: "Are you sure you want to watch this kind of play?" ”

Ji Que replied: "This kind of drama is very good, isn't it?" Didn't you see that big-headed ghost was cute? ”

Lin Xiangzhi looked surprised, and couldn't help but doubt his aesthetics.

To her surprise, she thought that there was such a scary ticket seller standing there, and the children would definitely not want to go in, but she didn't expect it to be the opposite, it seemed that the children liked this kind of play very much, and they were clamoring to go in, but some adults were more hesitant.

This stage is just set on the bank of the river, the water is dark, and the trees next to it naturally have an eerie feeling.

As the children insisted on watching it, people bought tickets one after another to enter it.

Seeing that Ji Que was as happy as a child, Lin Xiangzhi had no choice but to follow in.

There were several rows of bamboo chairs in front of the stage, and there were already many people seated, and after Lin Xiangzhi saw the chairs, he sat down with apprehension.

It can't be such a coincidence, right?

I just watched the ghost story of the opera, and I came to see such a drama in the underworld?

The stage of this theater is also mysterious and dim, with only a few torches lit above the stage, allowing the light to be cast just in the center of the stage.

Soon, the curtain outside the door was pulled down, indicating that the opera was about to begin.

Lin Xiangzhi looked at at this small place with at least nearly 100 people, and had to sigh that there were really many people in the capital, and even this kind of opera was cheered.

With a round of applause, the first character appeared.

This person, like the person who sold the ticket just now, wears a mask with two big heads, but the body is different, and it looks like a woman.

The woman came out with her head dangling, she didn't shake it very quickly, but it gave people the feeling that the ghost on the mask was alive.

According to common sense, Lin Xiangzhi instinctively produced some fearful emotions in such a picture, but whether it was Ji Que or those children who were less than ten years old, they all applauded excitedly.

Lin Xiangzhi looked around, suddenly a little speechless, and said secretly: "Are you all scared?" ”

At this time, a ballad sounded on the stage - "Wu Niang, Wu Niang, look here, your child goes to school." The master of the school teaches poetry, holding a ruler in his hand......"

This is a very simple ballad, but Lin Kaori feels that the rhythm is very strange, because it does not have any rhythmic fluctuations, as if it is always the same key, and it feels that the interval between the pronunciation of each word is the same, which makes her very uncomfortable to listen to.

Lin Xiangzhi has been snowing since she was a child, and she rarely feels uncomfortable listening to dramas, but today she feels uncomfortable.

As more and more characters sing on stage, they all wear that kind of wide mask without exception, giving people the feeling that everyone singing on stage is crazy.

Lin Xiangori remembered the ghost story she had just watched, and even felt that they were not human.

And Ji Que and Ning Hongyu next to them, as well as the people watching the play in front of them, did not show this discomfort, but watched it with relish.

Lin Kaori's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing the cautiousness peculiar to cats.

The air was a little dull, and with the grimace on stage, it really looked like a few ghosts were celebrating.

Lin Xiangzhi looked at the happy appearance of the children around her, and always felt that it was not a scene with her.

Because the reaction of these audiences corresponds to the performance on stage, which is really inconsistent.

At this time, Lin Xiangzhi said to Ji Que beside him: "Is this play so good-looking? ”

"It's interesting! Don't you think? Look at their faces, how funny. Ji Que analyzed carefully.

After hearing Ji Que's words, Lin Xiangzhi's brows couldn't help but raise slightly, wondering if he was crazy.

After about half an hour, this strange grimace opera finally ended, and Lin Xiangzhi imagined that the scene of these ghost-faced people committing murder did not appear.

Except for Kaori Hayashi, almost all the audience was satisfied and still applauding.

Along the way, Ji Que and Ning Hongyu's reactions were also normal, saying that this scene was a bit interesting.

Lin Xiangzhi couldn't help but question: "Don't you think that grimace is a little scary?" ”

Ning Hongyu said: "No, it's funny, children are not afraid." ”

Lin Xiangzhi was puzzled: "Is it my problem?" ”

She couldn't help but think of the book "The Tale of Garan", alas, it was all that book.