Wushuang looked at the three of them and said with a smile: "Don't the three of you want to rob me? This big drama is a bit of a big drama rule, whoever spends more money will sing whoever orders it." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

The three Japanese were silent, and none of them dared to speak, for fear that one mouth would reveal their identity.

A miscellaneous man walked respectfully to the Wushuang table with a booklet in his hand and handed him the booklet, as well as a brush. The booklet is full of bells and whistles, and when you open the booklet, there is a blank space. This is also the rule of those troupes who used to walk the streets and alleys.

Those who order big dramas have to write a drama book, and people pay a lot of money, so you have to sing what you write in the play book.

Wushuang lifted the brush and wrote three big characters "Shajiabang" crookedly on it, but his brush was ugly, as if a three-year-old child had just practiced calligraphy, but fortunately, no one laughed at him.

"Brother, what are you doing?" asked him puzzled.

"Don't do it, rich and capricious, it's for this group of little Japan. ”

Build up a seven-star stove

Copper kettle boils three rivers

Set up the table of eight immortals

Entertain the sixteen parties

Those who come are all guests

It's all about mouths

Laugh when you meet

I don't think about it afterwards

As soon as the person leaves, the tea is cold

What's so thoughtful or not

......

Sha Jiabang's excerpts are well-known, singing a legendary story of resistance against Japan. With a loud laugh in the final lyrics, all the members of the troupe on the stage turned their heads in unison and laughed in the direction of the three Japanese.

At first, the three people thought that this was what should be in the play, but then, the audience including the more than 100 spectators turned their heads and laughed weirdly.

The scene was so strange that even if you were a daring, you couldn't help but be nervous, and the frightened three little Japan quickly stood up and took a few steps back to leave.

Tonight's play ended earlier than usual, and the members of the troupe on stage have begun to remove their makeup and clean up. However, the audience was not in a hurry, as if there were some other episodes to be staged after each time.

The three Japanese couldn't sit still, turned around and wanted to leave. At this time, seven or eight women with charming looks and graceful bodies walked down from the carriage, all of whom had just removed their makeup, but they still had a pungent smell of rouge gouache on their bodies. This group of women went straight to the audience and behaved coquettishly around the men one by one, some sat on your lap and hugged your shoulder, some put their little hands into your chest and stroked, and some even stretched out the tip of their tongues on the men's faces like a snake demon.

It turns out that there are really special programs, and it's no wonder that these people come every day.

"It's filthy! why is there such a thing in the mountains?" said the horse, turning away in shame. But those women seem to be very discerning, and none of them came here to tease Wushuang.

"Ya'er, you can't blame them, in the old society, why did the actors have a humble status and even inferior to ordinary peasants? Why did Hongjuanmen wander the rivers and lakes? In fact, they were all the same in the early days, singing operas just to make money to support their families, and most of the people who came to watch the opera were rich people. The rich people at that time were different from now, when human life was like a mustard, and they could do anything if they had money. If you fall in love with a girl in the troupe, the boss has to help with it, don't you help? Therefore, there are such dusty women in the general troupe, and every time they sing a play, they have to come out to beg for it. ”

Ma Ya didn't understand the rules, and asked, "Why do you want to ask for money?"

"Silly girl, you just didn't live in that era. It's not easy for the actors, who would want to pay you without this last 'big play'? Are you the sons and daughters of those rich families here to really watch the big play?"

The three Japanese didn't know the danger hidden here, and when they saw a beautiful flower girl coming forward, they couldn't hold it one by one, so they rushed up and hugged one of them, and hugged one in their arms, kissing and touching.

The women deliberately stripped off their outer dresses to reveal fresh meat, and then lured them little by little to the carriage behind the stage.

I don't know what happened in the carriage, but it went up and down, and the voices of men and women could be heard from inside, as if they were enjoying the joy of fish and water.

Wushuang stood up and walked to the front of the stage and stood still, sighing heavily: "Hey!" He was not for those Japanese, but for these dramas and these spectators who could never be reincarnated.

Everyone turned their heads to stare at him in unison, their expressions very strange.

With a thud, Musou pulled the dagger out of his boot and plunged it into the top steps of the stage, and then he sat down and looked around at everyone.

"There are debtors and debtors, after so many years, you should also go, go where you should go. Although there are only three Japanese tonight, it can be regarded as a small punishment and a big admonition to comfort the souls of the dead. ”

The west stage was silent, everyone looked at Wushuang quietly, they may be people, maybe they are ghosts, maybe the souls of countless people have been hooked into the mountains in the past few decades, but they don't want to, they live a very bitter life, they can't reincarnate, they can't be reborn, because they have resentment in their hearts.

The dagger beside Wushuang shone in the moonlight, he didn't need any magic weapon to subdue demons and eliminate demons, this murder weapon that had killed countless Japanese people was the best thing to ward off evil spirits. No one dared to come forward and confront Wushuang.

"Let's all go, go wherever you want, it won't do you any good to stay here. I'll burn ingots and incense candles for you tomorrow, and take them on the road to buy money for the little ghosts. Wushuang just looked at them and said.

I don't know if this group of people understood what Wushuang meant, but after Wushuang finished speaking, they really dispersed, and they went back to where they came from, and after a while, only Wushuang and Ma Ya were left on the stage, and the moans of the three men in the carriage behind them.

Gradually, Ma Ya fell asleep on Wushuang's shoulder, there was no movement in the carriage, and only a yin wind kept blowing in the mountains......

The sun was shining on the Horqin steppe again, and the excited neighing of horses galloping on the playground could be heard again in the distance, and a new day had come.

Wushuang raised his head and shook his head, where was the stage around him? Where were the tables and chairs? They were in front of a big mountain at the moment, surrounded by strange rocks and corpses. The corpses were dressed differently, from each era.

There are several carriage shelves scattered around the stone pile, and the wooden shelves of the carriage have long been eroded by the wind and rain for so many years. The car was loaded with costumes and musical instruments worn by many singers.

"Girl, it's dawn, we have to go on our way. Wushuang woke up Ma Ya.

Ma Ya woke up and looked at the white bones around her, and shrank into Wushuang's arms in fright. "Brother, why are there so many dead people?"