The metaverse, starting with a deadlock

After hearing Chen Kai's story, everyone felt terrified and could not speak for a long time.

Chen Kai is worthy of being a teacher. He narrated the eerie ghost stories with eloquence, which made everyone feel like they were in the scene. The lightning, thunder, storm and rain outside made the horror atmosphere even more vivid. Take it to the next level.

Chen Kai looked at the crowd with a smile on his face, as if he was very satisfied with their performance.

The boss was the first to react, stood up and applauded excitedly, and praised, "Mr. Chen, your speech is so good, it scared me so much that I got goosebumps."

Yuan Benchu ​​also applauded, and Laohu and Alang nodded secretly, thinking that Lao Chen's story was well told.

Everyone drank another round of wine, Chen Kai jumped to Laohu's side, put his arms around his shoulders and smiled, "Old fox, I've already opened my head, so it's your turn now? Don't tell me you can't Tell me, you were the kid who loved telling ghost stories back then, don’t hide good stories, just come out and share them with everyone.”

Before Laohu could answer, Chen Kai jumped onto the stool, applauded and shouted, "Come here, come here, Laohu!"

Yuan Benchu ​​and the boss also followed suit, laughing and calling for one.

The hospitality is hard to come by, under the booing of everyone, the old fox stood up and waved his hands for silence, coughed lightly in a pretentious manner, and said coyly, "Since everyone is so enthusiastic, then I will make a fool of myself. I hope you don't take offense if I speak badly."

Chen Kai and Yuan Benchu ​​looked at each other, laughed and patted the table to encourage them. They knew that Laohu was eager for skills. He who likes supernatural stories is like Lao Tie when facing delicious food. He must have been unable to hold back.

It's just that I couldn't bear to take the initiative to tell stories for a while, but now I went down the steps, which happened to kill two birds with one stone, and I could tell stories without losing face.

The old fox tidied up his clothes pretendingly, and said slowly:

Chinese opera is a comprehensive stage art unique to China that combines singing, dancing, performance, art, music and other artistic means. Chinese opera, ancient Greek tragicomedy and Asan Sanskrit drama are also known as the three ancient dramas of mankind. It also has exuberant vitality, which is inferior to the other two.

Opera has a long history, and there are more than 300 operas so far, and it is one of the main entertainment activities in the old society.

However, all walks of life in ancient times had unknown taboos, and drama was no exception.

Drama actors who often perform legends of ghosts and ghosts are even more in awe of ghosts and gods, and the proportion of supernatural stories in folklore happening in troupes is much higher than in other places.

Decades ago, the ancestral temple in a small remote village in the New Territories was renovated. The villagers unanimously decided to invite well-known opera troupes from the city to come to the village to sing operas and offer sacrifices to their ancestors.

The opera troupe from the city went to the village to sing opera. This is the biggest new thing in the small village in recent years, because the rural areas in the New Territories are too poor. The last time an opera troupe was invited to sing opera was ten years ago.

So the villagers were full of enthusiasm, and they didn't do farm work early in the morning when the troupe arrived, and they stood at the entrance of the village looking forward to it.

Soon a big truck followed by a van slowly drove into the entrance of the village. It read: XX Opera Troupe. Under the guidance of the old village head, the two vehicles arrived at the grain drying field at the entrance of the village. The strong, stylishly dressed burly man unloaded the props from the truck deftly.

The folk customs of the small village are simple and honest. Even though they are very interested in the troupe, the villagers just watch from a distance and dare not gather around to cause trouble to the troupe.

The old village chief smiled and rubbed his hands to thank the theater troupe master, because they didn't pay much, and the theater troupe agreed to come to the village to perform, which moved them very much.

Thinking of this, the old village head called out all the men in the village to help.

With many people and strong strength, a simple theater shed was quickly built. The villagers poured tea and water, and warmly entertained the troupe actors.

The old village head insisted on inviting the troupe master to his house for dinner, but the troupe master couldn't resist, so he agreed to go.

After eating and drinking, the troupe owner said solemnly to the old village chief, "Old man, according to the rules handed down from our ancestors, every time the troupe sings operas, they will sing a 'White Tiger Opera' on the first night. Instruct the villagers not to come out to watch when they hear the gongs and drums beating, otherwise they will cause trouble to the upper body, so they must remember it!"

The old village chief was surprised, and asked puzzledly, "What? What is 'Baihu Opera'? Why can't we come to listen to the opera?"

The theater troupe leader replied solemnly, "The old man doesn't know something, 'Baihu Opera' is not for people to sing."

Hearing such a bizarre thing, the old village head was dumbfounded, and just about to ask, he was interrupted by the troupe master.

"Old man, this is a rule handed down from our ancestors. I can't explain it clearly. Anyway, I hope you can tell the villagers not to go out tonight. I hope you don't take offense."

The old village chief was dubious. After all, he came to the show out of friendship, so he couldn’t be too offended. He swallowed his doubts, and then summoned the villagers to follow the troupe master’s request, and told the villagers not to go out at night.

Although the New Territories belongs to Xiangjiang, it is like two worlds from the bustling central area. The rural people here have little knowledge and don't think much about it. Since it is the village head's order, just follow it. Most of the villagers are like this Thought.

In a small village, there is a lazy man named Eleven. He is the eleventh in his family and has ten older sisters. He eats and works lazy under the doting of his parents. He is still dependent on his parents for support when he is in his thirties. He drinks and plays with a few like-minded rascals in the village all day long. .

At night, every household turned off the lights very early and went to bed. Eleven and a few rascals were still drinking. The low-quality liquor brewed in the village was served with peanuts. I don’t know how happy it is.

Soon time came to the third watch (that is, from 11:1 p.m. to [-]:[-] a.m.), and the eleven or so people were dazed and dazed from drinking, when suddenly a crisp sound of gongs and drums startled them.

The fright cleared their brains, and the alcoholism subsided a lot. A few people staggered to the window, and saw the lights at the entrance of the village, the gongs and drums, and the musical instruments. .

The strange thing is that there is no other sound except the sound of gongs and drums.

A young rogue with drunken eyes and mouth full of alcohol, lightly bumped Eleven with his elbow, and said with a big tongue, "Ten...Eleven, don't you brag all day long about your audacity? I...I'm here I found out from the old village head that tonight's play is... not for people to listen to, do you dare to listen to it?"

When the rascals heard this, they booed immediately and tried their best to encourage Eleven.

The so-called wine is strong and cowardly, not to mention that a person with strong self-esteem like Shishi can't stand the slightest stimulation. He slapped his chest and said proudly, "Is there anything I dare not do on Shishi? Isn't it just to hear Is it a play, what's the big deal, you just keep your eyes open to see clearly, and watch how your elder brother and I go to listen to the play!"

The young rascal gave a thumbs up stupidly and said inarticulately, "Eleven, you have the guts. If you dare to listen to the whole play, you will be my big brother from now on. If you don't say anything, I will give my life to you. hehe."

The rest of the scoundrels immediately agreed upon hearing this, and expressed their opinions one after another. If Shi Shi went to listen to the complete play, they would also recognize Shi Yi as the eldest brother.

Eleven was complimented by a few people, coupled with the alcohol on his head, he was instantly in high spirits, he had never felt so majestic, even if there were man-eating tigers on the stage now, he would dare to take on it.

Picking up the wine bottle, he staggered out after slapping his buttocks on Eleven, striding towards the stage.

I drank a little too much tonight, and after I went out, I was blown by the night wind, and I was drunk quickly. On Shishi, I even felt the illusion of double images in my vision.

Shaking his head vigorously a few times, Eleven took a few steps to take a sip of wine, and continued to approach the stage.

When we came to the stage, a few bright lights illuminated the stage like daytime, and several actors dressed as martial arts students came on stage to perform hard. The strange thing is that they didn't make any sound, as if they were performing a mime. The big drama in the first impression is very different.

At this time, Eleven was on alcohol, his mind was dull, and he didn't notice anything wrong. Seeing Wu Sheng turn over a dozen beautiful somersaults, he couldn't help applauding loudly.

Wu Sheng on the stage changed his face when he saw Eleven appearing, but he couldn't speak now, he could only be anxious, and frequently winked at him, signaling him to leave quickly.

It's a pity that Eleven turned a blind eye. After applauding foolishly, he turned and walked towards the audience seats arranged below the stage.

Several large round tables were placed between the stage and the auditorium, on which there were various items such as melons, fruits, flatbreads and other items. There was a small incense burner on each large round table, and three thick sticks of incense were inserted into each incense burner. , the incense filled the air, and the owls rose.

Strangely, the auditorium was full of seats, and the back was crowded with people.

Eleven hiccupped, rubbed his confused drunken eyes vigorously, and after making sure that he was not dazzled, he murmured to himself in bewilderment, "Strange, didn't the village chief say we won't let us come to the opera? Why are we sitting so much now?" People? Oh~ I understand, those bastards must have lied to me, and then tried to make excuses to hurt me, but unfortunately, I am smart, I will deal with them one by one when I go back!"

Holding the wine bottle and taking a sip of wine, Eleven desperately squeezed into the crowd, yelling indistinctly, "Excuse me, excuse me, have some good eyesight, let me in quickly."

The strange thing is that, looking at the packed crowd, Eleven squeezed in with ease, as if the people around him were like air.

After Eleven squeezed into the auditorium, he noticed that there was still a vacant seat in the front row with sharp eyes. He was overjoyed and hurried over and sat down, crossing his legs, drinking and humming a ditty while watching the play comfortably.

The Wusheng on the stage saw Shiyi sitting down recklessly, and their eyes became more anxious. One of the Wusheng wanted to rush down desperately, but was grabbed by the old Wusheng who was playing with him.

The old Wusheng shook his head slightly, Wusheng glanced at Eleven unwillingly, sighed secretly, and continued to play with the old Wusheng, the two of them remained silent throughout the process.

Eleven didn't know what was going on on the stage. He leaned back on his chair, took a big sip of wine, and felt even more refreshed. He found an old man next door wearing a red melon skin hat and strange apricot-yellow clothes and pants, looking at him faintly. , wiped his mouth, handed the wine bottle over, and asked with his tongue out, "Old man, have a sip?"

The old man shook his head lightly, did not speak, turned his head and continued watching the play.

Eleven didn't mind, and continued to drink and watch the theater silly and happily, standing up excitedly from time to time and applauding loudly.

Soon, the time came to the fourth watch (1:3 am to [-]:[-] am), the crisp and rhythmic gongs and drums stopped suddenly, and the martial arts students on the stage performed a beautiful backflip and knelt down in unison, shouting in unison.

"The white tiger has descended, prosperity and safety! The world is prosperous, the country is peaceful and the people are safe! Exit!"

After drinking, the martial arts students stood up without raising their heads, and walked back out of the field. If you look carefully, you can find that their whole bodies are trembling uncontrollably.

Eleven stood up and applauded vigorously, suddenly he found that he was the only one around who was applauding, and the rest of the people were looking at him at some point, their eyes seemed to have malicious intentions, and there was a ferocious desire to swallow him up bloom.

Swallowing with difficulty, Eleven felt a little flustered inexplicably under the collective gaze of so many eyes.

He suddenly remembered that the people around him didn't seem to have said a word from the beginning to the end, all of them looked dull, pale, and looked lifeless, which was particularly creepy.

Suddenly, Eleven felt a swish of cold air from his back, beads of sweat kept slipping down, and his thighs trembled.

At this time, the old man in the apricot yellow clothes suddenly said with a sinister smile, "Young man, come and don't be indecent, just now you invited me to drink, now it's my turn to invite you to my house, come with me~"

The old man seemed to appear and disappear in the night, his face was pale, and his tone of voice was ghastly, as if a ghost was trying to scare the soul.

A severe chill emerged from the top of Eleven's head and quickly spread throughout his body, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He shouted in horror, "No, I won't go! Help, I want to go home!"

No matter how slow Eleven was, now he realized that the situation was wrong, and in extreme fear, he wanted to push through the crowd and leave this weird place.

Just as Shi Shi started to break his pace, the crowd who had been standing still immediately rioted, surging up like a tide, and quickly submerged him...

After dawn, the villagers who got up early to work were horrified to find a man hanging from the theater shed, with his tongue raised, his eye sockets protruding, and an empty wine bottle in his hand, with a very happy smile on his face...