"Search...recover the body?" My eyes widened suddenly.
Lao Jiang seemed to be accustomed to these things. He tightened his tight clothes and explained: "When I was young, I worked in Tianjin Wei for a while. At that time, I saw many corpse recovery teams. They were like today In this way, you shine a lamp on the river, swing the hook, and pull the body out in one go. When the body is fished out, it can be exchanged for cash from the family of the deceased. "
"Because there is an unwritten rule among the people. Do not fish out drowned corpses during the day, otherwise you will be haunted by the ghosts of the drowned people."
"And in the tomb robbing business, there is also a saying that 'no gold will be touched until the rooster crows and the lights are out', so tomb robbing thieves will be more superstitious and strictly follow the rules of each business..."
I looked at Lao Jiang with admiration. He actually knew three hundred and sixty skills, and he taught them to me every time. He really didn’t recognize this master in vain, so he continued: "Then look, who are they trying to get? body?"
"Of course it's the body of my companion." Lao Jiang was about to take out a cigarette from his pocket, but turned it back empty-handed and continued: "Have you forgotten that all cultural relic dealers who have touched jade will drown themselves. Here. It is the source of the curse, and the power of the curse will become stronger!"
"But these guys are really brave. Seeing that their companions have encountered misfortune, they still dare to stay in Sanxing Village. I don't know what they want?"
Maybe this is because of greed, wanting money rather than life.
Just as Lao Jiang and I were chatting quietly, a faint green light suddenly shone not far away, which seemed to be in the direction of the stage at the entrance of the village.
Lao Jiang and I immediately rushed back, found a slope, and jumped on it.
The view from that slope is excellent. From a high position, you can have a panoramic view of the entire stage!
I saw that the originally gloomy and dim stage suddenly lit up. This brightness was not caused by the lights, but a strange green light bursting out from the entire stage from the inside out. It was like a will-o'-the-wisp drifting from the graveyard, lighting up this desolate village.
I felt a chill on my back again, as if something invisible was blowing on my neck little by little, making my scalp tingle!
My eyes were fixed on the stage, and there was no one there. But at this moment, without any human control, the lanterns hanging on both sides of the stage also lit up, as if a ghost hand reached in and lit them.
The green candlelight swayed in the wind, which was particularly scary.
At the same time, a female voice sounded in the empty plain: "The stage is up..."
The next moment, I saw several people in costumes crawling out from under the stage. They went back and forth several times, filling the stage with chairs.
Those actors didn't seem to be tomb robbers, but what were they doing in the middle of the night? Who are all those chairs for?
No one in the village came out to watch the show at all, everyone was asleep.
The rows of chairs were empty, but the few people in costumes had prepared some melon seed cakes to distribute, as if there were really people sitting on the chairs.
I couldn't help but feel a little worried. Do you really want to sing in an opera? But who are you singing to in the wilderness here?
Then, with the sound of a gong, the curtain of the stage was opened, and there stood a beautiful woman with some makeup and white mourning clothes inside.
Hey, where are those tomb robbers? Why are none of them missing?
At this time, the woman's black hair hung down to her waist, and only a pale and pretty face was exposed under her long and disheveled hair. She looked like a female ghost, and paper money was scattered all over her body.
"Sun Shangxiang of the Eastern Wu Dynasty, bowed to King Liu with his face to the west, looked up to the sky and called out, my husband." The woman flicked her sleeves and sang a desolate tune with a plaintive voice, which really made those who heard it sad and those who saw it shed tears.
"You and I have been together for a long time as a married couple. Who would have thought that you were defeated in the battle against Wu and died before your ambition was fulfilled."
Her voice was extremely soft and cold, and each syllable changed its key several times in a weird way, which made Lao Jiang and I both get goosebumps.
But I knew that what she sang should be the classic song "Three Sacrifice to the River" in Sichuan Opera.
"Three Sacrifice to the River" tells the story of Liu Bei during the Three Kingdoms period to avenge the death of his brothers Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, and led an army to attack Wu. As a result, he was defeated and even himself died of illness in Baidi City.
After hearing the news, his wife Sun Shangxiang came to the Yangtze River to pay homage to her deceased husband.
At the end of the story, the grief-stricken Sun Shangxiang also committed suicide by throwing himself into the river and passed away!
This piece is extremely sad and tests the singer's skills. It is said to be one of the forbidden pieces in Sichuan Opera.
There was once an actor who was so immersed in singing that he imagined himself to be Sun Shangxiang and jumped off the stage. As a result, his neck was broken.
Another one also invested too much emotion and was immersed in the song and couldn't extricate himself. In the end, he hung himself from the beam with his own sleeves.
In short, if you are not a particularly ruthless person, you will not be able to get away from this piece of music, but if you are not a particularly affectionate person, you will not be able to interpret the touching and lingering eternal love in the piece.
etc!
Three sacrifices to the river? Throw yourself into a river?
An idea struck me, and I suddenly connected these clues with those antique dealers who were cursed and threw themselves into the river.
Is there any profound meaning behind singing this song in this place?
Looking at the beautiful woman on the stage still singing passionately, the melody and sad tone of the play really brought the Soochow star who had just lost her husband to life, but there was still no one in the audience, no one.
It was as if she was singing this play to herself.
Just when I wanted to ask, Lao Jiang shushed me: "I know what you want to ask. What I can tell you is that this play is not sung to living people, they are sung to people." Ghost listens.”
"Don't think that only living people like to listen to operas, ghosts like it even more!"
One sentence came out of Lao Jiang's gloomy mouth, which made me tremble immediately.
It turns out that when a play starts, people from all over the world come to listen!
One party is human, three parties are ghosts, and the west is god. Therefore, many troupes finish their performances during the day and add a special performance for ghosts at night, for fear of attracting the dissatisfaction of ghosts, foxes, and fairies.
These are the rules of Sichuan Opera.
But the most important thing right now is not to care about who this play is sung for, but to find out why these actors are here?
There must be an ulterior motive for singing late at night!
After all, Ah Shui, who was kidnapped back to the village before, was taken into this stage and never came out again.
Today, the tomb-robber elite of No. 50 West also got into the curtain of the stage, and disappeared mysteriously like a magic trick...
There must be something wrong with this stage.
I asked Lao Jiang: "You said, a group of living people disappeared in the blink of an eye. Where could they hide? What a ghost."
Lao Jiang's eyes suddenly changed and he asked me to repeat what I just said.
I wondered: "What a ghost."
Lao Jiang shook his head: "No, the previous sentence!"
I thought about it and replied: "A group of big living people disappeared in the blink of an eye. Where could they hide?"
Lao Jiang showed a smile of realization: "Yes, this is the key to solving the puzzle! The stage is only so big, how can people build a pagoda?"
