On the day the empress ascended the throne, my body was hung at the city gate

Chapter 76 The weird Nuo troupe

"It is said that the overlord of the Western Chu fought the last battle with the Han army on the banks of the Wujiang River. He single-handedly fought against a million Han troops. After [-] rounds of fighting, it was hard to tell who was the winner."

"The king of Chu wielded the Overlord Halberd, and danced like a water splash. He entered and exited three times among the Han troops. He scared the king of Han Liu Bang to the point where he peed his pants and fell off his horse on the spot."

“Shouting repeatedly, Overlord, spare my life, Overlord, please spare my life…

Since the Great Zhou unified the world, the various schools of thought in the past have also continued.

The person who appeared in the inn at this time was the novelist from hundreds of schools.

Don't underestimate such a seemingly ordinary group.

There are countless of them, distributed in inns and restaurants all over the country.

They are similar to the Shadow Guards in that they both hold the most mysterious and secret information in the world.

And these novelists often have a common name, Jianghu Baixiaosheng.

Baixiao means that nothing in the world can escape their information network.

At the same time, there is an old saying that is widely circulated in the world.

It is better to offend the official than to offend the local Bai Xiaosheng.

Who knows when they will incorporate your name into some nonsense story, and you will become the laughing stock of the world from then on.

This is not without examples.

For example, there was once a county magistrate named Wu Lang.

Because he offended a certain Bai Xiaosheng, he was described as a dwarf old man in the story.

The virtuous and virtuous wife has become a bitch reviled by thousands of people.

He has become a typical example of a failed man.

But in fact it is not so.

The real Wu Lang was actually an honest man who was loved by the people.

"it is good!!!"

This is Chu land, and every Chu land person is proud of their former overlord.

Hearing that King Liu Bang of Han was in a state of embarrassment in front of King Xiang Yu of Chu, the children of Jiangdong in the inn clapped and cheered.

"These novelists are quite eloquent."

Wu Mingyue in the audience couldn't help laughing.

Then he thought of himself again.

The first female emperor in future generations, how will the world judge her?
The story of the overlord of Western Chu committing suicide in Wujiang River ends.

At the inn, Bai Xiaosheng picked up the tea on the table to moisten his throat, and soon started the second story.

"Everyone...have you ever heard of Nuo opera?"

Bai Xiaosheng lowered his voice and spoke mysteriously to everyone in the inn.

"Nuo opera? Isn't that stuff just a trick of pretending to be a ghost? It hasn't happened in many years."

"I heard that there are Nuo opera troupes that perform Nuo operas on the surface, but in fact they are abducting local children secretly."

"Yes, yes, it does happen. Every time a Nuo troupe passes by, one or two children always disappear in the city."

"These are a bunch of heartless people."

The people of Chu were filled with indignation, obviously knowing this.

Although Wu Mingyue has never seen it with her own eyes, she has heard some rumors about Nuo opera.

It's just that since the unification of the world, these monsters and monsters have never appeared in people's sight again.

It's really new to hear stories about Nuo opera today.

"Haha, these spectators are right. Nuo opera, to put it bluntly, is actually about pretending to be a ghost and scaring people."

Bai Xiaosheng chuckled and continued immediately.

"Our story today is related to this Nuo opera troupe...

It is said that on this day, a scholar named Wang Wu entered the Nuo opera troupe that had recently arrived in the city and wanted to see something strange.

.........

"Is this a Nuo opera? It doesn't look special."

Scholar Wang Wu looked at the troupe members jumping up and down on the stage wearing ghost masks with disdain on his face.

The son does not talk strangely and forcefully.

In his opinion, this is nothing more than a group of charlatans and charlatans trying to attract attention.

Wang Wu felt that no one could hear his voice, but he never thought that on the stage, the three theater troupes all turned to him.The three of them all wore ferocious masks of ghosts and gods, with their entire faces covered, and the two holes in the masks exposed their eyes.

Wang Wu seemed to have noticed them, but didn't care at all.

Until these three troupe members surrounded him.

"What...you guys want to do? Everyone is watching."

Wang Wu's voice was a little trembling and amplified unconsciously.

But the three people from the Nuo troupe did not speak.

It's just like performing some ancient ritual, generally.

Shake your head, twist your body, squat and tremble, walk around, and step.

At the same time, the loud sound of gongs and drums coming from the backstage of the theater gradually became faster.

And from time to time, an instrument like a horn sounded.

At this moment, Wang Wu felt cold all over, his limbs were numb and stiff, and his head was buzzing.

The sounds that reached his ears gradually became chaotic and harsh.

"Boom, boom, boom!!!!"

Abruptly, the drumbeats became increasingly dense, even making people breathless.

Along with this weird rhythm, a gloomy wind suddenly blew by, making a rustling sound on his clothes.

"what……!!!"

Then, Wang Wu heard a sharp cry and howl echoing through his ears, like a ghost wailing, extremely terrifying.

"What's going on? I...why can't I move?"

Wang Wu struggled desperately, but still to no avail.

His legs, feet, and arms were all tightly controlled, and he couldn't move even half a step.

At this time, the onlookers sitting around were also attracted by the strange scene that happened to Wang Wu.

They all stood up.

"Wang Wu~"

Just when everyone's eyes were focused on it.

Visible to the naked eye.

A disheveled figure gradually climbed up Wang Wu's back, slowly raising his head.

In an instant, everyone's eyes fell on the ghost figure.

The ghost figure had disheveled hair, petite figure, bare feet, and a layer of green gauze on his face, revealing a pair of empty eyes, staring at Wang Wu.

Her lips were pale, and there was a strange smile hanging on the corner of her mouth.

A bloody tongue protruded from her mouth, more than a foot long, as scarlet as blood.

This strange scene made everyone present shudder and feel horrified.

As a witness, Wang Wu was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder split apart, and he almost fainted.

He tried his best to break free, but still in vain.

But the bloody tongue was gradually approaching his face.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Finally, Wang Wu let out a desperate and shrill scream, and the pungent yellow liquid flowed down his trouser legs.

It was at this moment that the chaotic and rhythmic sound of gongs and drums stopped.

The strange figure entrenched on Wang Wu's back also disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.

"So, the Nuo troupe really has some ability to control ghosts and gods?"

"It's better to believe what it has than to believe it doesn't."

All the Jiangdong disciples in the inn shuddered, feeling horrified by Wang Wu's experience in the story.

"Nuo Opera... Nuo Opera... I seem to have heard this name somewhere."

They frowned in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and countless memory fragments seemed to flash through their minds.

"A woman is a woman, and she can be frightened like this even if she hears a story."

It wasn't until Kou Zhong next to him cast a look of disgust that everyone realized that at some point, two lines of tears had already flowed down the faces of the four girls.

But for all this, Chun Xia Qiu Dong was not aware of it.

(End of this chapter)