The Ghost Festival is a big festival for Xishan City. Early in the morning, I saw many vendors displaying all kinds of strange accessories and costumes. Many people dressed in fancy clothes, painted colorful masks with strong impact, or directly put on ghost masks, pretending to be ghosts, and walking on the street. Have fun.
It is said that this allows the real ghosts to treat them as their own kind and enjoy themselves with people without causing harm to them. On this day, even if someone really sees a ghost, treat him as a human being. Once the identity is broken, it will be haunted by ghosts.
As the days become more and more prosperous, there are more and more ghosts and ghosts on the street, and the atmosphere becomes more and more lively.
At this time, a man wearing a mask and a red robe came to a grocery vendor and seemed to be checking the goods.
The hawker greeted warmly: "What does this guest need? Everything here is handmade by the villain, which is absolutely exquisite."
The man did not speak, but picked out a blood-stained bone fan.
"Twenty-five wen, thank you." The hawker said with a smile.
The man slowly took out the money from the purse and handed it over. The hawker stretched out his hand, his eyes naturally fell on the other's hand, and his smile froze for a moment. I saw that the man's hand was gray and white with blue and purple, and the flesh on the back of the hand was torn open, as if it had been scraped by a sharp blade. There were still some black blood stains on the wound. Against the background of the red sleeves, it looked particularly ferocious. terror.
The hawker's hand trembled a little when he took the money, but he tried to stay calm. Ordinary people pretending to be ghosts will only make a fuss about their faces and clothes, and will never spend time on their hands and feet. The makeup is mainly rich and bright, and it looks strange, but it has a special sense of beauty. But this one, the wound on his hand is too realistic.
Did you meet a real ghost? The hawker is directly cold, and the surrounding liveliness can't be dispelled. His gaze moved upwards slowly, stopped for a moment on the mask of the other party's claws and claws, and then noticed that his neck was a penetrating blue-gray, with blue veins exposed, and bloodshots intertwined in it.
The hawker froze, and didn't make a sound until the other party put the money in his hand and turned to leave.
After a while, he looked down at the money in his hand, and the result was another burst of trepidation. The copper plates were actually mixed with paper dust, and some of them were still stained with blood.
He excitedly grabbed the acquaintance who set up the stall on the other side, and said what had just happened incoherently.
The man listened, and immediately whispered: "You are crazy, even if you are a ghost, don't speak up casually, be careful to be entangled by him."
The peddler's face turned pale, and he didn't dare to say anything.
However, what he said spread inadvertently, and many good people spoke with certainty, but only dared to talk in a low voice. Although the words are getting more and more exaggerated, the man's dress is well known to many people.
Masks, red clothes, blue-grey skin, coins with paper dust and blood stains.
Nie Bufan stopped at a steamed bun shop and silently looked at the steaming steamer.
"Guest, what would you like to order? The shop sells steamed buns, dumplings, and porridge with various fillings." The shopkeeper asked through the hazy mist.
"A meat bun." Nie Bufan said quietly.
"Okay." The store owner wrapped the buns and handed them to him, "Three cents, thank you for your patronage."
Nie Bufan took the steamed bun, and without paying, he lifted the mask in half, revealing a horrible chin and a pitch-black mouth.
Seeing that the other party didn't give the money, the store owner leaned over to look, and happened to see him take a bite on the steamed bun with his big mouth open.
After eating the meat buns, Nie Bufan said again, "One more vegetable buns."
The shopkeeper handed him the buns tremblingly, he took a few mouthfuls, was silent for a while, and then said, "Another sugar bun."
Can't you just finish it all at once? The store owner was afraid, irritable, and did not dare to attack. He was tormented, and he just wanted to send the great god away quickly.
At this time, another customer came to buy buns, and the store hurriedly greeted him, but when the other party saw Nie Bufan, he immediately fled away in a hurry.
The same thing happened repeatedly. Later, no one dared to approach Nie Bufan. He almost occupied the steamed bun shop alone, and the shop owner wanted to cry without tears.
After eating three buns, Nie Bufan felt full, so he fumbled and handed the money over.
The store owner was crying and said almost pleadingly: "No need, count me as a treat, you can go."
Nie Bufan felt that it was immoral not to give money for food, so he gave the store owner a bronze mirror with a ghost's head engraved on it, and then floated away.
The store owner looked at the bronze mirror with only a blurry ghost image printed on it, and even had the heart to cry - please don't come again!
Wang Shichan, who had been following Nie Bufan not far away, shook his head secretly, this guy is too damaged, he actually put makeup on all the skin that may be exposed on his body, and the makeup is realistic, if you don't look carefully, you almost see it. It's not fake. If it is at night, it can definitely scare people to death.
Watching him wandering all the way, shuttling through the crowd, frightening others to half death from time to time, even if the frightened people received the coins, Wang Shichan suddenly felt a sense of crying and laughing.
The street market in Xishan City is not very big. After a morning, the rumors about Nie Bufan, a "real" ghost, have gradually become widely known. So much so that all the people in red have received extra attention.
Li Yi, Zhang Junshi and others also wandered the market, looking for a guy who ran away from home. With such excitement, with Nie Bufan's character, it's impossible not to come out and pretend to be a ghost. It's just that most of the people are wearing makeup, which makes people dazzled, which undoubtedly increases the difficulty of finding people.
On the other side, Wei Di went to Jiwo Village and met with Si Chenyu. He was lucky. When he went there, most of the chickens were outside the village, so he didn't embarrass him.
After discussing things, he wanted to meet the village chief of Jiwo Village, but unfortunately he was not there, so he could only return to Xishan City temporarily.
"Have you found Duan Yu?" Wei Di asked as soon as he returned to his residence.
A servant bowed and replied, "Not yet."
Not waiting for Wei Di to attack, he immediately added: "However, we caught Duan Yu's chicken."
Wei Di looked around and saw that another attendant was holding a brown hen with a fierce look in his eyes. It was indeed the chicken named "Langya" beside someone.
He frowned. "What if you catch this chicken?"
The attendant said: "We can take it to the street, if Duan Yu sees it, he will definitely find a way to steal the chicken back."
Wei Di pondered for a moment and then agreed.
The attendant took out a thin rope, wrapped Lang Ya's neck, then pulled the other end and forcibly pulled it out.
Wei Di put on the mask handed by the maid and followed from a distance.
After they left, Flower Girl and Jin Zi walked out of the dark with sharp eyes and murderous aura. They looked at each other, turned and disappeared into the alley at the same time.
In the afternoon, Nie Bufan was tired from walking and found a step to sit down to rest. Wang Shichan was leaning against a tree not far away.
As soon as he sat down, everyone nearby moved out without a trace, but a vacuum was isolated after a while.
Nie Bufan didn't care at all, he held the cake and lifted it up.
"Have some bread, do you want to eat it?"
"Need not."
Nie Bufan ate it by himself, and the makeup on his mouth was also swallowed up. The ravines were twisted and deformed, and it looked very strange.
Generally, rouge is poisonous. The reason why Nie Bufan can eat it with confidence is that the makeup near his mouth is basically made from the juices of various vegetables and fruits and some half-cooked meat, so there is no need to worry about it being harmful to the body.
In order to increase the effect, he also secretly took a few mouthfuls of prepared sesame paste or red sugar water from time to time. While eating the cake, you can see red liquid flowing from the corners of his mouth...
At this moment, there was a commotion in the distance, screams, curses, and collisions came one after another, like a wave, from far to near.
Nie Bufan stood up, only to see dust everywhere in the distance, and many people rushed towards this side in a panic, and it seemed that a chicken crowing could be heard in the chaos.
Chicken crows
Nie Bufan hurriedly climbed onto a beast-shaped stone statue next to him, and looked far into the distance, and he saw quite a few chickens running and jumping in the crowd. He recognized at a glance that it was a chicken from his Jiwo Village. It is impossible for ordinary chickens to fly over the eaves and walls, and they are as fast as lightning!
They move in unison, there are about thirty or forty, and they seem to be chasing some people.
Among the people being chased, one was holding a chicken in his arms. Judging from their clothes, they should be from Wei Dian.
Nie Bufan was a little surprised that Wei Di grabbed his chicken in order to find him.
This person is strong in martial arts, and generally fighting chickens are not his opponents, so they will find a group of chicken friends from Jiwo Village to help.
It was also the unlucky group of attendants who were not good at arresting, but they caught Lang Ya. As a flower girl, although she was a bit cocky, she was very protective of her shortcomings. Except for Nie Bufan, no one could bully her hen!
It is the first mutant chicken in Jiwo Village. It is extremely smart. Its prestige in Jiwo Village is second only to Village Chief Nie. In addition, this group of chickens are the masters of the disaster, so they naturally joined the chicken rescue operation without hesitation.
Wei Di and the others had been strolling on the street for less than an hour when they saw a group of chickens rushing towards them aggressively.
Next, the scene that Nie Bufan saw happened. The whole market was swept away by chickens, dust fluttered, and there was chaos.
Wei Dian's attendants fled in embarrassment, with claw marks on the cuffs and hem of their clothes.
Seeing them getting closer, Nie Bufan threw off his mask and shouted, "Put down that chicken!"
Everyone looked at the sound, only to see one person standing on top of a fierce stone statue, with fluffy hair, blue face and fangs, wide-open eyes, blood seeping from the corners of his mouth, holding a blood-stained bone fan in his hand, and wearing a bright red robe with the wind. Dancing, in the sunset, the shape is like a charm.
Everyone was silent for a moment, looking up with bated breath.
The red-clothed monster pointed at the crowd and shouted, "Come over to me!"
Everyone thought they were calling them, and they all dared not move.
Unexpectedly, the rioting chickens came out of the crowd one by one, and walked obediently to the red-clothed monster.
Everyone stared blankly at this scene.
The red-clothed monster pointed at the people at the front, and scolded: "Don't let go of that chicken!"
The attendant was dumbfounded and did not respond, and the chickens became agitated, and together they spread their wings and croaked at the man, with a terrifying momentum.
The attendant was startled and quickly let go of Lang Ya who was in his arms. Lang Ya kicked him on the body and ran into the flock of chickens arrogantly.
Under the terrified gazes of the crowd, the red-clothed monster stood tall with his robe fluttering. At this time, the sun was just setting, the sky was gradually darkening, and the gloomy wind was blowing, and the surroundings were dead silent, which added a bit of ghostly aura.
Just listen to him smile and say: "Let me see you catching chickens again, and I will feed you chickens!"
Several attendants shivered involuntarily.
The red-clothed monster waved his sleeves, "It's all gone!"
The chickens obeyed, jumped, and scattered, but disappeared in the alley after a while.
The red-clothed monster put on her mask again, jumped off the stone statue, and returned to a low profile.
The dust settled, and someone trembled in a low voice: "Did you see it? He can actually command the chickens."
"So, he... is he really a ghost?"
"My God, I sold him that fan."
"Did he still eat my buns?"
"What? Are we going to pretend we didn't see anything?"
"I didn't see, I didn't see anything!"
"That's right, let it go, let it go, let it go."
"Alas, I will never eat chicken again..."
The crowd dispersed, but before leaving, out of the corner of his eyes, he still looked at the red figure standing still beside the stone statue from time to time.
Since then, there has been a legend about the chicken god in Xishancheng. Every ghost festival, everyone no longer kills chickens and eats chickens.