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Chapter 68 Director Xiong

Before Director Zhao could express his position, County Magistrate Ye Gan of Gan Daye opened the door and came in. He heard that the boat show would be suspended for one day, and immediately expressed strong opposition. To the county magistrate of his hometown, I, the fake director,

Still didn't have much confidence. But Fatty Sun didn't care about that. He rolled his eyelids and said: "Three people have died now. Five of them will be considered a mass murder incident. At that time, for the sake of economic interests, the people will be ignored.

Do you, Director Zhao, take the blame for the safety of people's lives? Or do you, County Magistrate Gan, take the blame?"

This label was too harsh. Zhao and Gan looked at each other and did not dare to answer Fatty Sun's words. The situation was a bit awkward for a while.

In the end, Director Zhao couldn't hold it anymore. He looked at Fatty Sun and wanted to say something. Unexpectedly, Fatty Sun gave him a cold look first. Director Zhao's open mouth closed again, and his Adam's apple stretched up and down a few times.

, swallowed back together with what he wanted to say.

"Forget it... let's stop for one day." With no other choice, County Magistrate Gan could only compromise.

After sending the two of them away, my third uncle called me to my grandfather's bedroom alone. He took out a small wooden box from the kang cabinet and handed it to me: "You saw this thing when you were a child, and you took it with you at night to strengthen your courage. Remember.

Come on, don't be brave. You have clairvoyance. If you feel something is wrong, run away immediately. It's important to save your life and not be embarrassed."

Opening the wooden box, what was inside was the dagger that my third uncle took out when he drove away the water ghost that was pestering me. After many years, my third uncle even gave the dagger a scabbard. I used to think

Look at him, he refused to let me go, and now he gave me the dagger directly.

I put the dagger behind my waist, raised my head and said to my third uncle: "Dad, it's okay, don't worry about it. Isn't it just to accompany you in the opera? Besides, your son, I am also wearing a police uniform.

, has official aura to protect the body, and is immune to all evil." I heard my third uncle talk about the origin of this knife before, and I have been thinking about it for a day or two. Now it seems that 90% of it was left by Wu Rendi. It seems that I picked it up today.

A treasure has arrived.

"I already told you clearly that I am your third uncle. I will never give up on my son anymore. My father is screaming nonsense." The third uncle sighed, maybe because he was afraid that I would see that his eyes were red. The third uncle turned around and left the house.

I followed my third uncle, and as soon as I left my grandfather's bedroom, I saw the old Taoist monk Xiao and his troupe brought over. People were already setting up tables. The makeshift stove in the yard was also lit.

The fire, frying and frying are already busy.

I walked up to my grandfather and said, "Didn't you say that after you finish singing in the middle of the night, you'll be serving a banquet? Why are you serving it now?" Grandpa said, "Listen to what you, Grandpa Xiao, don't delay after singing the ghost show. Come back and take off your makeup."

You're going to bed soon, that's the rule." After saying that, he walked to the stove and started busy again.

I looked around for Fatty Sun, and finally found him among the opera actors who were already seated. This guy was reading palms for a leading lady: "Little sister, look at your palmistry, but it's not impossible to resolve, your

Find someone..." Before Fatty Sun could finish speaking, I had already dragged him up: "No one can find her, you are a wife-killer!"

Fatty Sun curled his lips: "It's such a rare opportunity... What a pity."

Over there, Xiao Laodao strolled over: "Little Lazi, I have something to tell you. I forgot to tell you last night (actually early this morning) that the troupe could only sing night opera on the boat.

There are nine people. You and Comrade Sun are going to play a few supporting roles in the three plays tonight. Don't look at me like that. I have to be in it too. Just follow me then."

There is no other way, it has reached this point, and the second-hand player is just a second-hand player.

After we had eaten and drank enough, two bread trucks from the county sent Xiao Laodao and the troupe owner with about ten of us to the river. My grandfather and third uncle could not follow, so I could only ask Monk Xiao: "Old Xiao,

Didn’t you say that the five miles surrounding the opera boat should be sealed off?”

Monk Xiao laughed for a while: "Everything is in order. No one can come in within five miles."

I nodded: "Are there still militiamen now?" Xiao Laodao shook his head: "They are not militiamen. They are not easy to use. They are all acquaintances. I am embarrassed to take care of them. It was Xiong Ba who led the people. The road is closed."

I was really surprised: "Does Director Xiong care about this feudal superstition? Can you still instruct him?"

"If we can't control him, we'll just say you asked him to do it," Xiao Laodao said with a rogue look on his face.

The ghost show could officially begin. Unexpectedly, the actors still had no intention of starting the show until after seven o'clock, when the sky turned completely dark.

It wasn't until after ten o'clock that those people started to work. Before dark, a group of us arrived on the theater boat and sat in the cabin according to the rules. We originally thought that as soon as it got dark, we gradually started to get busy, dressing up and dressing up.

The troupe owner also had a hard time dressing up in costume, and even made a smile on his face, so he looked like an old student.

"Two leaders, do you want to dress up too?" The troupe owner came over, holding watercolors in his hand.

Fatty Sun's neck shrank when he saw the greasy look on his face: "We are just supporting players, why do we still need to paint our faces?"

The troupe owner said: "There is no way, the rules for singing night opera are like this. There are nine people in the troupe, and the rest must be taken care of by the victim's family. It's okay, two leaders. Our adult troupe can only sing a few night operas."

Now that I'm back, as long as I follow the rules, I've never encountered anything."

Taking advantage of the boss's opportunity to make Fatty Sun's face, I said to the boss: "Boss, you are quite familiar with what you did last night. Do you opera singers know this?"

The troupe owner smiled at Fatty Sun and said, "Not all opera singers understand it. You, the leader, also know that the night opera is about ghosts and ghosts. Isn't it just singing for the dead? In other words, the night opera is good for one day, but for another

Most theater troupes who sing this kind of play will not accept it because they think it is unlucky. But if you accept a night play, you must know the rules. This set of rules is passed down by the older generation. As long as you follow the rules, you will not be able to get out.

thing.

But that’s it, there are only a few night opera troupes. That’s just because we are greedy for the little money. But that’s it, our Dacheng class is also the director of Changyang opera. Even if we take over the night opera, there will only be nine of our buddies doing it. Those people

Just sing Yang opera. In a few years, if one or two of the nine of us are missing, the business of doing night opera will be extinct in our Da Cheng class."

Soon, Fatty Sun's face was cured, and the class leader turned to my face again. He was moving his hands and mouth, and continued the topic just now: "By the way, don't watch the night show and talk about it."

It's weird, our brothers have sung it several times, and we haven't even seen a ghost...Okay, Leader Shen, your face is also pretty."

Fatty Sun and I looked in the mirror. Our brothers' faces looked like they had crawled out of a noodle vat. Our class leader had put blush on our cheeks. It looked like Xiao Fan and Lao Jun on the stage.

Not too far off.

At around 11:30 p.m., the troupe owner took us out of the cabin and burned the yellow paper first. After burning the yellow paper, he led the actors to arrange themselves in all directions and muttered words to the air on the river.

What is it? I can't hear it from my position.

Finally, at midnight, the troupe leader took out a tape recorder from the cabin and pressed the button. It was the prelude to the Peking Opera Shiro's visit to his mother. I immediately understood that the troupe could only have nine people, and there was no room for the piano player and others, so I had to

The recording was played to make up the numbers, and the actors who were fine returned to the cabin. The class leader himself played the role of Yang Silang and stood on the stage and sang.


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