When the band sang the first line, the fog like last night fell on the river again, and the fog became thicker and thicker, but it seemed that except me, Fatty Sun and Xiao Laodao, no one could see the fog.
Kind of mist.
At this time, the class leader sang on the stage: "When I saw the princess stealing the command arrow, I couldn't help but feel so happy that I stood at the palace gate... called Xiao Fan -" Xiao Fan sang the last line so beautifully that his voice resounded through the sky.
Before the class leader finished singing, someone in the mist suddenly shouted "Okay!" The class leader fell to the ground.
Is this serious? The troupe leader collapsed on the stage, his whole body twisted into a ball. He sang a lot at night, and finally encountered a ghost.
At this time, the fog on the river was getting thicker and thicker, and the cabin was only four or five meters away from the stage. In this way, the situation of the theater owner could no longer be seen clearly. The faces of the opera singers who were waiting to go on stage in the cabin were also all expressions at this time.
To put it bluntly, let alone go on stage, I can’t even get out of this cabin.
I grabbed the handle of the gun and wanted to rush out and snatch the troupe owner back, but I didn't expect to be stopped by Fatty Sun: "Wait a moment, I just yelled and we'll see what the situation is."
Before I could say anything, I heard a "thud" on the stage above, as if something was thrown on the stage. This was just the first sound, and then, there was a crackle on the roof of the cabin like a hailstorm. There were several
An object the size of a fist rolled down to the entrance of the cabin. I picked it up. It was a yellow gold ingot. I weighed it and found that it was at least a pound in size.
The 'Yuanbao Rain' above lasted for nearly a minute before it stopped. After a while of silence, I heard the troupe leader on the stage above tremblingly shout: "Thank you, Dacheng Troupe...thank you for the reward."
Fatty Sun and I rushed out of the cabin. At this time, the fog outside was much lighter. We saw that the entire stage and the deck were scattered with hundreds of gold and silver ingots of various sizes. The troupe owner had already taken off his costume.
He was piling ingots into his opera robe with grinning teeth (later I found out that a dozen ingots had hit him just now, but fortunately his vitals had been protected)
"You are all dead! Come up here and thank me for the reward." The troupe boss saw Fatty Sun and I above, his face changed, and he shouted to his people in the cabin. Unexpectedly, the first one to jump out was already over sixty and less than seven years old.
The 10th-year-old Monk Xiao had also taken off his Taoist robe. After he came up, he kept pulling ingots into his Taoist robe. Unlike the troupe owner, Mr. Xiao said nothing and only picked up yellow ones, not white ones.
"If you don't come up, there will be no more!" The troupe owner glared at Xiao Laodao, his eyes almost bleeding, he shouted, and only a few bold ones showed their heads below the cabin.
Seeing hundreds of gold and silver ingots, the opera singers didn't know what it meant to be scared. They imitated their boss and Monk Xiao, taking off their costumes and filling them with ingots. Soon, the stage
and the ingots on the deck were cleared.
Except for Fatty Sun and I, everyone on the boat was carrying a bag full of gold ingots (Monk Xiao’s bag was not the biggest, but the heaviest). They all seemed to have forgotten the purpose of coming to the boat tonight.
At this moment, a Wu Chou singing with a colorful face couldn't stand still. He swayed and fell on the boat. Before everyone could understand what was going on, the boat shook violently and almost half of the people fell on the boat.
On the deck, Monk Xiao was the first to understand and shouted: "Keep singing!" The troupe owner also reacted and drove the opera singers back to the cabin with shouts and curses. Then he tremblingly rewound the tape of the recorder to the previous position.
He stood up and started singing again.
But the singing was no longer interesting. Maybe it was because the transition from fright to surprise was too fast, and the troupe owner was no longer in the state of singing. He just followed the rules, and in some places even the lyrics were missing. He couldn't connect. He dealt with it vaguely where he forgot the words. What he did was really in line with the old saying - are you fooling the devil?
Facts have proved that ghosts are not easy to fool. At first, when the troupe owner went out of tune, the opera boat shook slightly a few times. Unexpectedly, the more this happened, the more frightened the opera singer became, and later he simply forgot the words. Just as the troupe owner said: After singing the song vaguely, thinking that the trick was over, there was no wind and waves on the river, and the whole opera boat began to swing left and right, swaying non-stop. Not to mention, the thick fog that had almost disappeared appeared again, This time, let alone the figures shaking in the mist, even the facial expressions on their faces, I could tell that they were 60 or 70% mature.
The troupe owner bowed tremblingly to the Sifangyi and wanted to say something. Before he could open his mouth, a horrifying sound suddenly appeared in the air. This sound was like thousands of people shouting at you at the same time. Grinding his teeth next to his ears, it was like scratching the glass surface with a sharp object like the tip of a knife.
The troupe owner couldn't see the mist or the 'people' in the fog, but he could hear the sound clearly. The extremely frightened troupe owner wanted to run into the cabin, but after running a few steps, he suddenly floated upside down. He was in mid-air. It was as if an invisible big hand had firmly grasped one of his feet and lifted him up in the air.
I had no choice but to go out, so I pulled out my pistol, jumped out of the cabin, and fired a shot at the thickest part of the fog above the troupe owner. I thought of the place where I was shot and heard a sharp scream. The fog suddenly dimmed, and the troupe The boss also fell from mid-air.
At this time, Fatty Sun also ran out and fired a few shots at several locations where the fog was relatively thick. Following the sound of his gunfire, several more screams were heard. By the time the gunfire stopped, the fog had completely disappeared. Net, the shaking of the hull also stopped.
Looking at the troupe owner again, he was lying on the deck frothing. Fatty Sun went over to take a look. He was just too frightened and fainted.
Fatty Sun snorted: "Let's see if you still dare to play a ghost show... You want money rather than your life."
The people on the boat were frightened. What they experienced tonight should be enough for them to digest for several months. What was a bit surprising was that the face of the old Taoist monk Xiao did not change at all. After I fired, he kept staring at me with a good look. The pistol in my hand.
Huh? What does this old Dong...Old Xiao mean by this? Judging from his posture, it seems that he has seen such a pistol before. Just when we were about to get off the boat, two flashlights flashed on the shore: "Director Shen, Director Sun, did someone shoot just now? Are you okay?"
The speaker was Xiong Ba, the director of the township police station. Behind him was our village chief. Because he heard the gunfire and didn’t know what happened to us, and he ran too fast, Director Xiong’s clothes were soaked. He was tall and tall. His body was wrapped in a wet police uniform, which looked a little ridiculous.