Only then did the fat grandpa remember that what he was singing was a sinister play, a play for ghosts to listen to.

The host will never invite ordinary people to listen to the play, because it will appear disrespectful to the ghosts.

Since there are no ordinary people, who are these dark heads by the river?

It's okay not to think about it. After thinking about it, the fat grandfather broke into a cold sweat in an instant. He had already vaguely guessed that these things were not human beings. They might be lonely ghosts or monsters that transformed into humans.

The fat grandfather was so frightened that he lost his wits. The big beads of sweat were dripping down without any money and could not be wiped off. The two apprentices were still depressed at the time, thinking that the master had always been serious about singing, why was he so abnormal today?

The fat grandfather did not dare to tell his apprentices openly. He knew that the apprentices were timid. Once they knew that there were ghosts gathering under the bridge, they would definitely faint from fear.

Fortunately, the fat man's grandfather had also sung underworld dramas for several years and was quite familiar with the rules of this industry, so he suppressed his pounding heart and pretended not to see those black figures, and continued singing "Western"

"Dream of Shu".

By this time, the fat grandfather finally understood. It turned out that the wealthy businessman invited himself to set up a stage in the mountains and forests to sing Yin opera, not to sacrifice to ghosts and gods, but to make a fortune! Because the old master of the Yin opera troupe once said

However, most of the lonely ghosts know good and evil. As long as they come to listen to your play, they will never let you go back empty-handed. They know that the money in the underworld does not circulate in the upper world, so they will take some small things from the tombs.

Antiques to reward you.

Those broken antiques by the bridge are obviously the rewards of these ghost uncles!

No wonder this wealthy businessman has neither a job nor a factory, but he sleeps with little girls every day, and all his love money is earned from selling antiques. This time he must have gotten the news from somewhere, and he knows that there is a big tomb in this mountain, so

So I invited someone to come and perform a sinister show in the middle of the night, and trade antiques with ghosts.

Now that he had seen through the rich businessman's conspiracy, how could the fat grandfather let the other party succeed? So while singing the opera, he thought about how to escape without angering the group of ghosts listening to the opera by the river.

Originally, the simplest solution to this situation was to keep singing until the sun rose and the ghosts who were listening to the opera dispersed. But the fat grandpa had been singing continuously all afternoon and his voice was hoarse.

Can you continue to sing? What’s more, there are two young apprentices behind you. Once they show their weakness, no one present will be able to survive.

So the fat grandfather gritted his teeth and decisively chose another solution, which was to get into the ranks of these lonely ghosts!

"How could you sneak in?" I listened with interest: "How could a living person sneak into a group of ghosts without being discovered?"

"Haha, my grandpa has his own way of doing this." The fat man said with a smile: "The lips and eyes on the ghost masks worn when singing yin operas are not painted with paint, but with the blood of the dead. The blood of the dead itself has

With the Yin Qi, with the Yin Qi covering up, it was really hard to be discovered by ghosts for a while. My grandpa thought at that time, he was going to die, so he might as well fight! So he jumped in with his two apprentices.

Seeing that there was no hope for the lonely wild ghosts in the dark crowd of ghosts, they immediately exploded."

"What happened next?" I asked anxiously.

"Later..." The fat man sighed slightly.

In fact, the subsequent story is not long, because since that night, Fatty’s grandfather never came back. It was as if he had disappeared from the world, with neither living nor dead bodies. And his two apprentices were even worse. The eldest apprentice was drowned.

After dying under the bridge, the second apprentice became a fool. He only giggled every day while describing the dark drama that night to others.

The fat man knew this because his mother told him.

I didn't expect such a weird and bizarre thing to happen in Fatty's house. After hearing about it today, and then looking at the red-lipped villagers returning home like zombies at the entrance of the village, I suddenly got goosebumps all over my body.

"I said, Fatty, is this true or false?" I still don't believe that ghosts are involved.

"Nonsense! Fatty, although I like to brag, I don't want to make fun of my grandpa."

"That's really evil." I shook my head and said.

"It's just a pity for my grandpa. Decades have passed since his grandma's death, and even the body can't be found. Grandma was so blinded by crying day and night. If the fat man had been born decades earlier, he would have definitely dealt with this matter.

Check it out!" the fat man said with a sigh.

At this time, my mind suddenly changed and I asked: "Fat man, do you know where your grandfather disappeared? Is there a specific name of the mountain, or even a rough location?"

"I really don't know about that." The fat man shook his head and said, "But I remember my mother said that although the wealthy businessman made a lot of money at the time, he also suffered retribution in the end. All the antiques in his family were confiscated by the state, and even

He was taken to the street and shot. I heard that all the antiques confiscated were treasures from the Three Kingdoms period."

"Wait a minute, what did you say, Three Kingdoms?" I grabbed the key words suddenly.

The fat man was startled, and then exclaimed: "Damn it, it can't be such a coincidence, can it?"

I said: "There are so many coincidences in the world. After all, after the founding of the People's Republic of China, the cultural relics department has excavated very few Three Kingdoms sites, and there are only a few in the whole country. Judging from the number of antiques in the story you told

, there must be a grand Three Kingdoms tomb buried in the place where your grandpa sang the underworld at that time!"

Before I could finish my analysis, the fat man slapped his thigh hard and shouted: "Damn it! I remembered that my mother said that she grew up in Shangqiu when she was a child. Later, after my grandfather disappeared,

The whole family moved to Beijing. Damn it, Shangqiu, isn’t this Shangqiu?”

I was also stunned by Fatty's important discovery. Shangqiu, Yinxi, Antiques, and Zuo'er Village, these words that seemed to be indistinguishable, are now tightly connected by a thread.

It’s as if the goddess of fate made a decision secretly and decided that our trip will be fruitful!

Before we could calm down our excitement, Wang Yuanchao suddenly pulled the fat man and me into the back room and closed the door tightly.

The fat man was so shaken by Wang Yuanchao that he was thrown to the ground. He cursed angrily: "Wang, what are you so crazy about?"

"Keep your voice down, there's something going on outside." Wang Yuanchao hissed at us, then pointed out the window and motioned for us to come over and listen.

Wang Yuanchao's sudden vigilance made the fat man shut his mouth immediately. The three of us sneaked to the window and listened to the movements outside the house.

Sure enough, there was the sound of sharpening a knife outside the window, and a person said to himself: "Hey, three people, three ears, can trade with the Stove Lord for several delicious meals. Beautiful, so beautiful!"

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Chapter completed!