It's windy and the moon is dark. A group of ghost women with green eyes, holding eternal lanterns in their hands, block your way and stare at you in unison. How many of you have the courage to hold on
The resentful crying continued, blowing into our ears with the wind, making both of us creepy and covered with goose bumps. The ghost women all kept their purple-black lips tightly shut, and it was obvious that the crying did not come from them. I swallowed my saliva, feeling a little nervous. If they didn't move, Shen Bing and I would stand there and not dare to move forward.
Suddenly, a gust of snowflakes drifted by and fell down.
The group of ghost women immediately separated from each other, and the snowflakes slowly turned into a piece of white gauze, hanging up. A ball of white light shone behind the gauze, reflecting a graceful black shadow, appearing on the white gauze. Damn it, are they going to perform a shadow play
"Woo woo..."
The shadow's posture was very similar to that of a woman covering her face and crying, and the crying sound came from her mouth. It turned out that the real master was here, and these ghost women were just ghost slaves. I couldn't help but feel curious, and I touched my nose and thought, this kind of thing is rare, it doesn't seem to come from the underworld. The high street is no longer popular in the ancient way, with a bunch of maids and old women traveling. Besides, the underworld wants to connect with the world of the living, and many feudal old systems have been abolished.
Looking at this scene, it looks like the mysterious sect in martial arts novels, or a group of ancient actors practicing a play in the middle of the night. If it was a martial arts novel, this woman would look like Dongfang Bubai, holding an embroidery needle and being extremely charming, but his mother is actually a eunuch. If it were a group of actors, would they be singing and dancing in the middle of the night? They have nothing to do and are just bored, even more stupid than us.
"Country bumpkin, why do I feel that this female ghost looks like the Palace Master Yaoyue of Yihua Palace?" Shen Bing said seriously with a blink of his eyes.
Oh my god, this girl has read a lot of martial arts novels, and she even brought up The Twins. I shook my head, but still insisted on my opinion and said, "It should be Dongfang Bubai."
"Bubai, you big-headed ghost. Dongfang Bubai's subordinates are all male favorites. How can there be so many female ghosts?" Shen Bing argued with me.
"Then do you know that after Dongfang Bubai died, he was too proud to enter the underworld, so he collected a group of beautiful women in the underworld to be his ghost slaves..."
"Country bumpkin, I think it's a waste for you not to be a writer. With such a good script, you can make a movie called Dongfang Bubai: The Underworld, which will surely be a huge hit!" Shen Bing said with a sneer.
Damn, we were in a mood to talk about this and that, and we even talked about the script. It was because we ignored each other that the damned man couldn't hold back his tears and was very unhappy.
"How dare you disrespect me..."
Oh my god, after hearing this, it seemed like Shen Bing guessed right. Is this really the Master of Yihua Palace
"You are so hateful. I'm crying, but you are chatting and laughing. You don't take me seriously at all." The black shadow behind the white veil said angrily. The voice was sharp and sinister. When it entered the ears, it felt like it pierced the heart and made people feel uncomfortable.
I smiled and said, "Excuse me, which palace are you from?"
"You are an uneducated bumpkin. What do you mean by which palace? You should ask which master you are. No, which master ghost..." Shen Bing corrected my mistake with great interest, but in fact he was talking nonsense.
We both acted like a double act and made each other angry again. The dead woman snorted coldly and said, "You don't need to care who I am. Just put down the urn in your hand and I will spare your lives."
I was startled. The porcelain jar in my buddy's arms that looked like a urine pot turned out to be an urn. I wondered what kind of person was inside that was worth a lot of ghost women fighting for. I smiled and asked, "How do you know it's an urn? Even if it contains ashes, what does it have to do with you?"
"Because I saw with my own eyes that Big Foot Woman buried this urn under the bed, and inside it was one of my little girls."
Shen Bing stuck out her tongue and said, "Wow, we all guessed wrong. It's A Chinese Ghost Story, and that one is the Black Mountain Demon..."
I almost fainted. We both admired our imagination. From the Princess of Yihua Palace to Dongfang Bubai, and then to A Chinese Ghost Story, it was like Wei Xiaobao, the hero of Liangshan, appeared in the Three Kingdoms. What a mess. I almost burst out laughing when I thought about this.
"What is A Chinese Ghost Story? What is Black Mountain Demon? Stop talking nonsense in front of me. Put down the urn!" The damn woman was furious. She looked very angry. Her white veil was shaking. Her black shadow was swaying with it, as frightening as a long, twisting and wriggling snake.
Damn, this reminds me of the snake demon in the King Kong Calabash Brothers...
Shen Bing was so scared that she trembled and shrank back behind me. I went to her calmly and said, "You are a bunch of wild ghost actors, pretending to be the last concubine of this palace. I will give you some money, so please leave now." I threw out eight copper coins, but did not set up the Bagua formation, but scattered them on the ground.
"You..." The dead woman was so angry that she squeezed out these words from between her teeth, but then she gritted her teeth and said, "Why don't you thank me for the reward?"
"Thank you for the reward!" The group of ghost women bowed and thanked him together, but no one dared to come and pick up the money.
I guessed it right. They were indeed a bunch of wild ghosts who were actors in their previous lives. In the past, actors who wandered around the world would thank others for their gifts. This is the rule of the world, and even ghosts cannot break it. But after thanking them, how they would attack us, I have no idea.
"Since you are so generous, we can't just accept your kindness without any merit. Ladies, let's perform a Hongmen Banquet for you!"
"Yes!" The ghost girls agreed in unison, and the wrist holding the oil lamp shook, and the oil lamp suddenly disappeared, and the eyes suddenly fell into darkness. Then a cold light flashed, and each ghost girl held a sword in her hand!
Fuck, there are so many Xiang Zhuangs? You guys are really bad at treating ancient people badly. When did Xiang Zhuang become a woman
I sneered, pulled out the peach wood sword, and chanted: "The sky descends the spirit of Kun, responding to the spirit of the sun and the moon. It looks like the shape of mountains and rivers, driving away thunder and lightning. The essence of the essence destroys evil, and the evil is prosperous and righteous. The talisman of the Supreme Lord controls the power of the ten directions..."
As the Spirit Sword Spell was recited, the peach wood sword was thrown into the air and spun rapidly. Suddenly, a cold light flashed in all directions, shining dazzlingly in the night sky.
The ghost women were so scared that their eyes glowed green and they kept backing away. The swords in their hands were so scared that they turned back behind their backs. The Spirit Sword Curse is a special skill of ghosts. When used against ordinary wild ghosts, all of them are afraid. The Hongmen Banquet did not happen, but it turned into Zhong Kui catching ghosts.
The dead woman behind the white veil snorted angrily and said, "So you are a descendant of the Xi family. I will give you a favor. But we still have to take this urn. You wait! Let's go!"
At the command, the trembling ghost women, as if they had been pardoned, turned their swords back into oil lamps and disappeared one by one. Finally, only the piece of white gauze was left. The light disappeared, and the white gauze fell to the ground suddenly as if the rope was broken, turning into a snowflake.
For a moment, everything was pitch black and quiet. Even the Yin-Yang eyes could not detect any evil spirit, so they all left.
I couldn't help but wonder, what the origins of these ghost actors were, and what was going on with the urn