Mysterious World, I Have Special Understanding

In the middle of the night, when there was a vibration from the direction of Jialan City, Lin Xiangzhi was reading a book, with complicated emotions on her face.

She was arranged alone in this small courtyard, and she didn't have to cook and only used laundry, so she was a little deserted for a while.

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

And it just so happened that there was a bookshelf in the room.

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

This idle book is called "Galan's Tale", and the paper quality of the book is not old, so it should not be an ancient book.

In this era when antiques are expensive, no matter how big the Ning family is, they will not put a valuable ancient book in the guest room.

However, this "Galan Tale" looks very rough both in terms of paper quality and printed fonts. It should be produced by a small workshop, and it does not meet the specifications of Ningfu's extraordinarily rich.

But it didn't stop Lin Xiangzhi from watching.

The beginning of this book tells the story of a great prosperous country in the south of the Yangtze River.

The scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is beautiful, and the four seasons are like spring. Naturally, literati and inkmen are indispensable.

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

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

Literati love poetry, but also opera.

In a place like Jiangnan, opera is naturally indispensable.

The people in the south of the Yangtze River are rich and their life is relatively stable. It is common for the people in the south of the Yangtze River to listen to operas after dinner.

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

As long as you are in Jiangnan, you can find Yangchun Baixue if you have money, and you can also find mud leg shows that suit your appetite if you have no money or artistic pursuits.

And the story of "Galan's Tale" begins with a foreign troupe.

The local opera troupes in the south of the Yangtze River already have a rich variety and superb performances, monopolizing the market of dignitaries and ordinary people, and foreign opera troupes are not easy to read scriptures at all.

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

According to legend, the Bin family came from overseas, and few people know their details, and their operas are indeed unique.

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

Every time they perform, they wear extra-horrifying makeup, and then there is no sound in the whole opera, only dancing.

Their dance is sickly and distorted, and some people don't even think it's a dance, but some kind of weird sacrifice.

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 will not be able to tell why.

Such a strange thing would definitely attract attention in today's Jiangnan, but at that time when Shengguo was first built, Jiangmo Building and Qingqi Division hadn't become popular, so no one would take care of this kind of thing.

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

When they sing, they wear weird and exaggerated makeup, and they can't distinguish between men and women. When they're not singing, they live in the courtyard with high walls. They basically don't have contact with outsiders, and they don't even have the most common marriages.

The number of such family members has not decreased, which means that they are not stealing people, that is, they are self-produced and sold.

This kind of self-produced and self-marketed thing is naturally against the world, and some good-natured people began to try to find out the secrets of the Bin family.

If you can dig out some serious material, you can make some money.

One night, relying on her lightness skills, a female snitch sneaked into the Bin's house at night.

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

The Bin's house was silent at night, without even a candle. The snitch once thought he had entered a grave.

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

It was perfectly normal for a baby to cry at night, but it made her hair stand on end when it sounded in the Bin's house.

The Snitch was also bold. He made a bet with his friends before that he must find out whether the Bin family produced and sold it themselves, so he went to the place where the baby was crying.

It was a thatched cottage, which looked a little old in the night.

The snitch followed the sound and groped in, and almost died of fright.

Because she didn't see a baby at all there, only a big pool of water.

The water in the pool was green with duckweed floating on it, and when she approached, she suddenly found that there were many small bamboo baskets at the bottom of the pool.

These bamboo baskets are very narrow, less than half a person's width, but there are green things wriggling inside.

These monsters looked like human babies, but their faces were covered with wrinkles. Under the reflection of the pool water, they looked particularly terrifying.

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

In a daze, she recorded what she saw, and then fell ill on the bed.

That night, she dreamed that she was locked in a narrow cage surrounded by green water.

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

This nightmare kept repeating until she died of illness, without a moment's rest, tormenting her almost insane.

And her narrative made her friends think she was crazy.

Within two months, the Snitch died of illness.

On the second day after the snitch died of illness, the body disappeared.

As for where the body went, no one knows.

Those few friends of hers who knew about it couldn't help guessing whether her dream had become a reality and she was being kept in the pool of Bin's house right now?

After many years, when they grow up, they will become the Bin family, performing Shuiyun opera on stage?

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

Lin Xiangzhi finished reading the story alone in the room in the middle of the night, and felt that the hairs all over her body stood on end, as if she had just gone to Jiangnan to listen to a weird opera by Bin's family.

This book is so rough, the story is naturally impossible to study, and it is usually fabricated by the writer, but Lin Xiangzhi read the real sense of horror from the lines.

She even saw the snitch struggling in the bamboo cage.

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

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

"ah!"

Lin Xiangzhi trembled in fright, the chair she was sitting on fell backwards, and she and the chair fell to the ground.

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

Ning Hongyu thought about it: "I thought that as a cat, you would be easier to sleep late, so I specially invited you to the theater."

Lin Xiangzhi was so frightened that she said, "Watching a play?"

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

Lin Xiangzhi quickly shook her head and said, "I don't go to the theater, I don't go to the theater, I don't like theater very much."

Just now I watched a horror story about opera, but at this moment Ning Hongyu invited her to watch the opera, this is definitely not right.

Outside the window, the candlelight could only illuminate half of Ning Hongyu's cheek, and she couldn't be sure of the other's expression.

For a moment, she felt that Ning Hongyu standing outside the window couldn't tell the truth from the fake.

Ning Hongyu looked at her with crazy eyes, and said, "Forget it, then only Ji Que and I will go."

Hearing this, Lin Xiangzhi couldn't help but said, "Wait, Ji Que is going too?"

"yes."

"Then I'll go too."

As the dignified lady of the Lin family, a cat heroine, and a leader in the two worlds of shemale and monster, she has no reason to be discouraged after reading a story.

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

It can only be blamed on Tang Yi being too lazy, only relying on her to balance the situation.

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

The three of them rode in a carriage and passed through the city.

Ji Que couldn't help feeling that the capital was worthy of being a capital, even after nightfall it was still brightly lit.

After leaving the city and arriving at the outskirts of the city, there are still many houses with lights on.

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

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

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

Ning Hongyu led Ji Que and the two into a theater at random.

It is said to be a theater, but in fact it is a stage and a straw shed built by a troupe, which seems to be the way of the lower Liba people.

It's just that this stage occupies a large area and is surrounded by gray cloth, obviously not wanting people to watch the fun for free.

The ticket seller is wearing a grimace mask. Although the grimace looks very simple, and there is no heavy ink, there are only a few strokes, but it gives people a sense of horror.

Because the brush and ink are simple and even somewhat random, the facial features of the grimace are very distorted, just like the distorted face of a mental patient.

Lin Xiangzhi looked at Ji Que next to him, and asked doubtfully, "Are you sure you want to watch this kind of drama?"

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

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

To her surprise, she thought that with such a scary ticket seller standing there, children would definitely not want to go in, but she didn't expect the opposite, it seemed that children liked this kind of show very much, and they clamored to go in, but Some adults are more hesitant.

The stage just happened to be set on the bank of the river, and the water was dark, and with the trees next to it, there was a sense of gloom.

As the children insisted on watching, people bought tickets and entered it one after another.

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 many people were already seated. When Lin Xiangzhi saw the chairs, she sat down with trepidation.

It can't be such a coincidence, can it?

Just watched a ghost story in Chinese opera, and come to watch such an underworld drama?

The stage of this theater also has a mysterious and dark style, only a few torches are lit above the stage, so that the light is just projected in the center of the stage.

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

Lin Xiangzhi saw that there were at least nearly a hundred people sitting in this small place, and she couldn't help feeling that there were so many people in the capital, that even this kind of opera was supported by people.

With a burst of applause, the first character appeared on the stage.

This person was the same as the ticket seller just now, wearing a grimace mask with two big heads, but with a different body shape, it looked like a woman.

The woman came out shaking her head. The frequency of her shaking was not fast, but it gave people the feeling that the ghost on the mask was alive.

According to common sense, Lin Xiangzhi instinctively felt some fear in such a scene, but both Ji Que and the children less than ten years old applauded excitedly.

Lin Xiangzhi looked around, suddenly a little speechless, secretly said: "Could it be that you were all scared?"

At this time, a ballad sounded on the stage-"Wu Niang, Wu Niang, look here, your child is going to school. The teacher in the school teaches poetry and holds a ruler in his hand."

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

Lin Xiangzhi was born in Baixue, and the lower Liba people took over everything. She rarely felt uncomfortable when listening to operas, but today she felt uncomfortable.

As there are more and more characters singing on stage, they all wear that kind of wide mask without exception, giving people the feeling that all the people singing on stage are lunatics.

Lin Xiangzhi thought of the ghost story she had just read, and even felt that they were not human.

But Ji Que and Ning Hongyu next to them, as well as the people watching the show in front of them did not show this kind of discomfort, but watched with gusto.

Lin Xiangzhi narrowed her eyes slightly, revealing the caution unique to cats.

The air seemed a little dull, and with the grimaces on the stage, it really seemed like a few ghosts were celebrating.

Lin Xiangzhi looked at the happy faces of the children around her, and felt that what she was watching was not a play.

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

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

"It's very interesting! Don't you think so? Look at their faces, how funny they are." Ji Que analyzed seriously.

After hearing Ji Que's words, Lin Xiangzhi couldn't help raising her brows slightly, wondering if she had lost her mind.

After about half an hour, the grimace opera with weird singing finally ended. Lin Xiangzhi imagined that the scene of these ghost-faced men committing murder did not appear.

Except for Lin Xiangzhi, almost all the audience were very satisfied and kept applauding.

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

Lin Xiangzhi couldn't help questioning: "Don't you think that grimace is a bit scary?"

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

Lin Xiangzhi was confused: "Could it be my problem?"

She couldn't help but think of the "Galan Tales", alas, it's all because of that book.