Chapter 107

Xie Lian suddenly stood up. Shi Qingxuan also stepped on the table and rolled up his sleeves as if he was about to rush down. Xie pity quickly pulled him and said: "It's okay, Master Feng Shi is calm."

Shi Qingxuan said: "Is it alright if the eyeballs are squeezed out???"

Thanks for the pity: "It's okay. It's really rare to see the blood club fire here."

Shi Qingxuan quickly took his feet off the table and said, "Blood Society Fire? What is that?"

The two sat down again, and thanked them for pity: "There are different schools of fire in different places. Blood fire is a special school, which is extremely rare. I have only heard of it, but I have never seen it, because its performance is bloody. They are curious, and their makeup skills are top-secret, and they are not passed on to outsiders, and now there are fewer and fewer."

Shi Qingxuan was stunned: "Makeup? Are these fake? This, this... This is too realistic, I thought it was some kind of evil method!"

What he said was never an exaggeration, and Xie Lian also sighed: "How many talented people are there."

Watching the parade performers, not only did the sharp weapons on their foreheads "penetrate into the wood", some had rotten stomachs, lacking arms and legs, crawling on the ground, crying and grabbing the ground; some people carried a high wooden shelf , a woman was hanging from the beam, with a rope tied to her neck, as if hanging herself from the beam; two more people came, dragging the legs of a girl, the girl's clothes were torn in tatters, and her face was dragged all the way to the ground. Leaving a long bloodstain, really like hell. It's clear that people are performing, but it's more terrifying than the ghost market where ghosts are everywhere. Compared with this place, the ghost market is simply a lively human market. I really don't know how the makeup came out. Even if Xie Lian heard about this tradition, he almost thought it was a demon when he first saw it.

Many women and children couldn't hold back their curiosity and wanted to squeeze in front of the crowd to see, but when they saw it, they screamed back in fright. Shi Qingxuan said: "His Royal Highness, didn't you say that the purpose of the fire is to celebrate? How can there be such a celebration, people will be scared away, little girls have nightmares, this kind of performance will really make people happy. ?"

Whether people will be happy watching this kind of performance is really uncertain. In fact, killing and seeing blood is indeed exciting. Whether there is fear or not, after the fear, many people will also have a trace of pleasure in their hearts. This kind of blood club fire, there seems to be a name in the dialect called "Zha Kuaihuo", Xie Lian's understanding is: if a knife is stabbed hard, it will kill people, and I will be happy in my heart.

Deep in people's hearts, there is a desire to "kill".

However, of course Xie Lian wouldn't say so much, just watched it for a while. In the mighty parade, there was a black-clothed and white-faced man, tall and scrawny, holding a sharp weapon, and slammed it on the head of a gorgeously dressed performer. The long spear provoked the opponent and hung it in the air. It was extremely cruel and bloody. It was exactly the same as the real murder on the spot. It scared the crowd and screamed. Thanks for the pity: "I guess they are performing a story. This man in black should be the protagonist. The people he killed should be villains and villains. The whole story is to express 'punish evil and promote good'."

Speaking of this, Xie Lian suddenly moved in his heart and said, "Master Feng Shi, look carefully."

Shi Qingxuan said: "I'm watching."

Thanks for the pity: "I'm letting you watch the story. See who they are playing, what kind of story. The vernacular real fairy sent you here, there must be a reason, it happened to be picked today, maybe it is In order for you to see this bloody community fire."

The man in black knitted his eyebrows and looked painful. He "killed" hundreds of "villains" in the team by himself, and he was also stabbed by a mess of sharp weapons. In the end, he hugged several "corpses with open skin and fleshy flesh and white silk hanging from their throats". ” Hanging his head and not moving, it is actually a dead end. One line goes by, the next line continues, and so on. Thanks for the pity: "Do you see what the story is?"

Shi Qingxuan frowned and said, "No. I don't feel like I understand it. He is killing people."

Huacheng was beside Xie Lian, and said leisurely: "It's not a well-known story. Ask the locals if they are selected from local characters."

It just so happened that the restaurant guy came up to deliver the food again and asked, "A few distinguished guests, are they good-looking? Is it exciting?"

Thanks for the pity: "It's good-looking and exciting. This little brother, ask, who is the blood club fire in your town?"

Sure enough, the guy said: "Well, people from other places generally don't know about it, so they have to ask. Our Shehuo in Bogu Town plays the story of a local legend. It is said that hundreds of years ago, there was a scholar here. , surnamed He.

"This He Sheng, although his family is very poor, he is very capable. He has been terrifyingly smart since he was a child, and he can learn everything quickly and well. He is also a well-known dutiful son. He has nothing to say about what he does. , is very unlucky, what good things do, not long.

"He did the best in the exam, but because he didn't give gifts to the examiner, he offended the people above him. He deliberately hid his papers and replaced them with blank papers. He was not on the list for several years; he was engaged, his fiancee

childhood sweetheart

, like flowers and jade, gentle and virtuous, but his wife and sister were robbed by big families to be concubines, one refused to obey, and was beaten to death, the other was unbearably insulted, and committed suicide; he went to the theory, but he was framed by others for adultery and stealing, He was imprisoned and almost starved to death without food. His father and mother in their seventies slapped their heads all night in order to plead for him. It was useless. He was released after two years of imprisonment. Dad has to work hard to support the family for a long time, and he has only one breath left; he stopped studying and went into business. A lot of debt. "

"..."

The man sighed: "Everyone, tell me, how could this person be so unlucky?"

Xie Lian coughed and said sincerely: "Yes."

Besides him, how could anyone else be so unlucky!

The man finished sighing, and said with ecstasy: "Then this man went crazy and lost his temper. One night, the day before the cold dew like today, he brought a large number of murder weapons and cut down all those who harmed him. He was dead! The killing was so bloody and bloody! It was a long time ago that the people in the mermaid village he killed, everyone applauded, so later, every day before the cold dew, the town will use the blood club fire to commemorate He, I hope Lord He Sheng will bless us and kill the wicked."

It is said to punish evil and promote good, but in the end, neither good or evil will end well. The guy went down, Xie Lian saw Shi Qingxuan thoughtful and said, "Master Feng Shi, what are your thoughts?"

Shi Qingxuan came back to his senses and said: "I seem to have some ideas for no reason, but... it's still too inexplicable, I can't say why. How about you, Your Highness the Prince?"

Thanks for the pity: "I'm thinking, this He Sheng, will it be the predecessor of the vernacular Zhenxian?"

While speaking, the next parade started to stage the story again, Shi Qingxuan looked down again and said, "Predecessor?"

Thanks for the pity: "Yes. The source of this kind of humanoid spirit is often related to a person's particularly strong resentment or obsession. For example, I heard that there is a kind of ghost in Dongying called 'Qiao Ji', which is created by a woman. Resentment is condensed. Rumors have it that it is due to the sadness of a woman who is waiting for her husband to return, and it is also said that it is due to the madness of a jealous woman. If it is said, the formation of the vernacular immortals originally came from someone who was afflicted with misfortune. Hatred, or jealousy of lucky people, is it not impossible?"

Mingyi said: "Check the local chronicles. You need the exact time."

Thanks for the pity: "Yes, I have to check."

If you want to know whether this possibility is possible or not, you need to check that this "He Sheng" is a character who appeared hundreds of years ago. If it appeared later than the earliest record of vernacular immortals, it does not hold. Shi Qingxuan nodded, thought about it, and said, "There is one more small thing..."

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from below, laughing loudly: "Wait! Your closest relatives and your best friends will all die without a burial because of you!"

Hearing this, Shi Qingxuan's color changed suddenly, he pressed his left hand on the table, and fluttered down to the restaurant.

That voice came from the parade crowd!

Xie Lian shouted upstairs: "Master Feng Shi! Come back!"

Shi Qingxuan fell among the bloody living dead and said angrily: "Get out! Get out!!!"

However, those performers looked blank, ignored him completely, and continued to walk forward like sleepwalking. Shi Qingxuan was led around by the crowd, and he couldn't tell which one had a problem at all. If he saw this suspicious, he would knock down a fan, and if he saw another, it would be even more suspicious. . Huacheng put the green vegetables on his plate into a smiley face, without raising his head, and said: "It's useless. The old monster who has a thousand years of Taoism wants to hide the fox's tail, it's very simple."

It's too easy to sneak in something inhuman in such a bizarre parade. And the form of the vernacular immortals is very human-like, not to mention the vernacular real immortals with the highest Taoism among them?

After a while, Mingyi also jumped downstairs and brought Shi Qingxuan out. The group left the street and walked towards the Fengshui Temple. Shi Qingxuan's hand holding the fan was still trembling slightly. Compared with the fright at the beginning, it seems to be angry now. He walked out of the restaurant with a bottle of wine, walked for a while, took a sip, and the bloodshot in his eyes gradually disappeared, saying: "Brother Ming, don't be my best friend for the time being. Wait until I kill this guy. Do the damn thing again!"

Mingyi said unceremoniously, "Who is that. I wasn't originally."

"..." Shi Qingxuan was furious, "Brother Ming, you are so boring, you can't turn your face and don't recognize people immediately when the situation is critical?"

They were noisily pinching each other for a while, Xie Lian shook his head, took out two things from his sleeves, and said: "I think, Master Feng Shi, you should use this."

Shi Qingxuan took it and said, "Earplugs?"

Xie Lian nodded and said: "Although this method is stupid and can't cure the root cause, it is still effective for a while. As long as you can't hear it, that thing will take you no matter what. I formed an array, and the password to enter the array is 'Blessed by Heavenly Officials, there are no taboos', let's talk to you next time, let's all be in the array first."

Shi Qingxuan plugged his ears, and sure enough, he couldn't hear anything, and the four of them entered the battle one after another. At this time, Xie Lian suddenly heard the voice of Huacheng whispering in his ear: "Brother, brother."

Xie pity looked up, only Huacheng blinked at him, but he didn't speak, but his voice still echoed in the ear: "Don't you have something to tell me? You don't come to me, I have to come. is you."

Xie Lian smiled and replied: "Who asked you to set the password like that."

Huacheng Road: "Okay, okay. My fault."

Shi Qingxuan adjusted the position of the earplugs, seeing that the two of them didn't say a word, but they smiled at each other, wondering in the psychic array: "His Royal Highness Prince and Blood Rain Tanhua, what are you two doing? What are you saying secretly after exchanging passwords?"

Xie Lian coughed and said solemnly in the array: "Nothing."

Huacheng raised his eyebrows slightly, and said: "Lie."

Xie Lian's feet slipped, and while pretending to be serious and walking forward without looking sideways, he replied: "Sanlang, don't make trouble with me... I want to ask you for help with something."

The two walked side by side, their eyes did not meet, Huacheng Road: "What's the matter?"

Thanks for the pity: "Cooperate with me to test whether someone is a true fairy in vernacular."