MTL - Twilight Boundary-Chapter 336 Ghost noodles

Chapter 336 Ghost Face

　　A group of people had already arrived in Huanggou Village a few days ago, and they were busy setting up a stage and burning incense.

There were even banquets and various welcome gifts nearby. The scene was both festive and weird.

The person in charge was the old servant of the Wei family in Huai'an. He had people buy sets of brand-new tables and chairs from the city, and placed them one by one along the path between the two rows of houses in the village. It seems extremely generous.

The red lanterns were hung up several days ago, and the oil was added every day. Every night, the village was illuminated redder than the Red Lantern Festival, a ghostly red.

The villagers didn't know what they were going to do. They were just in awe of these unfamiliar people, but they didn't know that even the old servant of the Wei family who was in charge didn't know what they were going to do.

He just went to Master Wu Sha's temple and was ordered to come back to buy these things. On the seventh day, Master Wu Sha came to save his master's life. He was meticulous in his preparations, but he also became more and more prepared. , the more creepy I feel.

It looked like a wedding banquet, but he prepared a lot of incense candles, paper money, and bought a lot of livestock and livestock. However, he didn't hire a cook or set up a pot. He just cut them into pieces and put on the cold dishes. Put it back and wait to put it on the table.

No refreshments are allowed on the tables that have been set out. There is an incense burner on each table, and incense is burned in it. The smoke is burning in rows, as if entering an ancestral hall.

Ten miles and eight townships are invited to come over. When they go into the night, they will blow up. Fang Xie is dawn, and they have to let the guards look at it. They cannot be lazy.

 In other words, just a few shadows.

Sometimes the voice is soft, and sometimes the voice is rough, as if two people are quarreling.

There was an old man wearing a black robe and a small round hat, sitting upright at the table, his back far away from the back of the chair. His face was covered with a layer of yellow paper, and he couldn't feel the slightest breath. The only hands hanging by his side were also retracted into the long sleeves.

Night has fallen, and the lanterns on both sides have been lit. However, although it is extremely festive, the banquet always looks dark and unclear.

 Seven days ago, when he came back from the Five Evils Temple, he took his uncle back and placed him in his ancestral house. But now, after several days, his uncle is still not well.

I took a chance and went to the door of my uncle's ancestral home to listen. His expression became even darker, and he let out a low sigh.

 “Are... guests coming?”

He hurriedly opened his eyes and was about to scold the players. As night fell, the sound of playing could not stop. But before he could say anything, he was suddenly stunned and felt that his whole body was cold and almost frozen.

　　　…”

It seemed that even the light from the lanterns was not able to illuminate, and from time to time, a draft blew in from outside the village, causing the lanterns on both sides to sway, and even the shadows of the living people under the lamps were blurred. indefinite.

I subconsciously covered my face, but suddenly I heard that as the dark wind blew over, the noisy blowing sound suddenly disappeared, and the surroundings became unusually quiet.

"Whether it can be cured or not depends on this time..."

Under the dim light of the lantern, several people were sitting next to the Eight Immortals table.

There was a woman in mourning clothes, all in snow-white, sitting opposite the old man with yellow paper, her head lowered, and her long hair hanging down.

Since you want to invite people to the hall, you must abide by the rules. If you make a mistake, you will bring trouble to yourself!

Every day I just held a memorial tablet and babbling in the room, sometimes laughing and sometimes crying.

　　It has been so empty in the past few days, but now it is the last day. Is it okay to just have such an empty table and get through tonight?

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　…

 But at this moment, there was a dark wind outside the village, blowing in from afar.

The old servant looked at the sky, sighed worriedly, and returned to the front. He continued to look at the empty tables and chairs with only incense burned. The feeling in his heart became more and more intense. Don't know what will happen.

Now that five or six days have passed, his uneasiness has reached its extreme. He doesn't know what use this weird banquet will serve to save his uncle, but he can only follow it meticulously.

 When I came back this time, I was inexplicably shocked.

 “Huhu…”

Inside and outside the village, gusts of dark wind blew in from time to time. In the mist, the shadows that appeared at the table kept appearing, each one extremely strange.

 Some were wearing silk and satin, but a pair of chicken feet was exposed under the hem of their robes.

 Some figures were vague and uncertain. Sometimes they looked like a person, and sometimes they looked like there was only one tablet placed on the seat.

Some were wet, and a puddle of water soon appeared on the edge of the table. Others' robes kept fluttering, and after a while, a mouse came out and escaped with a squeak.

The flowing water table that was empty just now seemed to be filled with people all of a sudden, but there was no joy in it. Instead, there was only a gloomy wind, and a few sobs could be heard from time to time, which made people feel chilly in their hearts.

 “Old...Uncle Sun, this...”

The few guards nearby were trembling with fear when they saw this scene. They had all been practicing martial arts since childhood and were very courageous. However, at this moment, they all took two steps back in fear, their voices trembling. , looked towards the old servant.

"Don't... don't panic..." The old servant was also scared, and even more aware that none of the guests who came were who they were, but he kept his composure and whispered: "Get ready, serve... serve the food!"

He ordered, but added: "Substitute a few brave ones, don't lose etiquette."

The guards hurriedly went to give orders, as if they were rushing to do it.

After a while, the sound of drawing knives was heard in the direction of the kitchen. Several villagers who were temporarily pulled over by them trembled under the force of the knives placed on their necks, carrying baskets one by one. come out.

They all closed their eyes and did not dare to look at the guests on the table. They just put the "dishes" prepared in the basket on the table with trembling hands.

 But the so-called refreshments are actually paper ingots, raw meat, raw fish, cold rice, candles, etc.

And when they tremblingly put the things on the table, these "guests", who had been motionless at first and only heard a burst of crying at most, now actually reacted, stretching out their dull hands and throwing things in. In the basket.

Looking at it, he saw a gold ring stained with wet mud, dirty pearls, an embroidered shoe soaked in sewage, and even two silver teeth, which looked like they had just been knocked out.

Moreover, as these things were put into the basket, there were more faint cries. I think it was distressing.

“What the **** is this? Can this really save my uncle?”

The old servant was already in extreme torment. He felt cold sweat breaking out in layers. He felt that this wedding banquet was already like a ghost land, but it was still cold. Suddenly there was a ticking sound of locks outside the village.

In a gust of cold wind, an old lady sitting in a paper sedan suddenly floated over.

She was holding the cigarette rod in her hand, with a triumphant smile on her face. Beside her, there was a young man in cloth clothes and jacket, holding a straw rope in his hand, tying up a staggering figure. .

 “Oh, let’s set up a banquet...”

The old lady on the paper sedan came closer, and she glanced at the people present with a smile and said: "It's just that the host is arrogant. Our seventh aunt and grandma are all familiar with each other. Why don't you want to hold a banquet?" Why don't you let us know?"

“They are not sensible. There are many of us, Grandma Qi, so let’s not argue with them.”

The young man following her looked around and saw the strange shadow sitting next to the table and the contents of the basket.

　　smiled: "The owner of this house is so decent that he invited all the neighbors over, and everyone received gifts."

“Grandma Qi is here to have a feast, so she won’t lose her dignity.”

 “Just think of this as a congratulatory gift, let’s make do with it!”

　　　…”

As he spoke, he pulled the hemp rope in his hand forward, pushed the person who was staggering over to the front, and then stood next to Grandma Qi Gu, looking at everyone with a smile.

Upon seeing this congratulatory gift, the whole place fell silent for an instant.

Especially the old servant, who was so flustered that he wanted to jump out of his mouth. He had seen this fateful messenger before.

Back then, he was so majestic in front of Master Wu Sha's temple that he would scare people into fainting with just one glance. Now he is being led here like an animal?

As for the unwilling and vague figures sitting at the table, they were even more frightened. They glanced at Grandma Qi and then hurriedly lowered their heads, for fear of offending the little court official.

Earlier, it was this little hall official who came forward to speak, so that no one in the entire Mingzhou dared to save the uncle of the Huai'an Wei family. Now, just after leaving the banquet, this little hall official with mysterious origins came over again. Yes, I even caught Master Wu Sha’s incense to burn as a congratulatory gift...

Is this really going to be a head-to-head fight?

What move could be more provocative than now? In their eyes, this old lady is as majestic as heaven.

But after pushing the "congratulatory gift" up, the old lady didn't say anything. She just walked forward with a smile and went directly to the upper three tables where the incense was burned on the table.

When I got there, I glanced around, but suddenly I was a little startled. The Eight Immortals table entertains guests. The left is the most respected, the right is the second, the top is the most respected, the bottom is the second, and the middle is the most respected. Since Grandma Qi Gu is here, of course she has to sit down. It's at the top.

 But the weird old man with the yellow paper on his face was already sitting there.

Grandma Qi Gu actually has a good temper. Although Hu Ma said she wanted to sit on the top seat, since someone else was sitting there, she could just change to another place.

But when Hu Ma heard this, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and he slammed the table, which frightened the old man with the yellow paper on his face. He suddenly stood up in a daze and floated to the table next to him.

Following him, several other figures suddenly floated up and reached the table next to them. The top table turned out to be completely empty.

Hu Ma didn't take it seriously, helped Qi Gu's grandma to sit down at the table, and said with a smile: "That's about the same."

“Here, let me light a bag of cigarettes for you to smoke...”

 (End of this chapter)