Since the slut has been arranged, Jiang Qing will no longer comment.

When he turned around and went back, he saw that Hai'an had already chosen a black-sailed boat and was choosing masks at a mask stall. The brochure introduced that during the River God Festival, many people with identities would come to hire boats to fight the jungle platform. Most of these people held their own identities and would wear a mask to cover their faces if they were afraid of losing face. This habit led to many ordinary people who participated in the festival wearing masks later.

At the current opera art exhibition, stall vendors also took advantage of this and made a lot of masks to yell. The business was actually very good.

When Jiang Lvang approached, he saw a wide variety of masks placed on the stall, including cute cartoon images that children liked, and some opera images with weird appearances.

Even the stall owner was wearing a "Thunder God" mask. When he saw Jiang Qing coming, he immediately greeted him enthusiastically: "Handsome guy, do you buy a mask? Our tradition in Nancheng must wear a mask when watching night shows..."

He lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "Our older generations have a saying that if this night show is too lively, it is easy to provoke other things to sneak in and watch the show. They are afraid of being discovered, so they mingle in the crowd with masks. After watching the show, they will catch a few people and eat as midnight snacks. Later, everyone is afraid of being targeted by those things, so they wear masks to cover their faces whenever they watch night show, so that those things cannot tell which people are and which are similar, and they will not start at will..."

The stall owner's voice is full and the story is told up and down, but the essence is to make up stories to sell masks.

Jiang Qing looked at his furry face under his mask and reminded: "The mask is crooked, I see the hair."

Stand owner:...

He straightened the mask awkwardly and continued to sell it: "These tourists are wearing masks. You really don't come two of them? You can buy them together with discounts."

Jiang Xun was completely uninterested. Instead of spending money to buy masks, it would be better to buy some local specialties.

But Hai'an was obviously fascinated by the stall owner's story. He picked and chose the stall for a while, picked a mask of a "chicken-mouthed Taoist" and a "Flying Bo Taoist" and settled the account happily.

These two masks are characters in local dramas, with exaggerated and weird appearances, and seem to be inhumane. They are the kind that can scare people when taken out at night. Hai'an himself wore the "Chicken Mouth Taoist" mask and stuffed the "Flying Bo Taoist" mask to Jiang Luan.

Jiang Qing refused in her heart, but thinking about whether she might have a good relationship with Hai'an and she could get some news, so she did not reject him for this little thing. She took the mask and put it on.

After putting on the mask, the two of them stepped onto the black-sailed boat together. The boatman was waiting at the stern, and also wearing a "Guan Gong" mask on his face. When he saw them coming up, he shouted, asked them to sit down, and then carried the boat to the middle of the river.

The boatman they were looking for was not a big ship that was contacted by the official, but a small boat from farmers nearby who came to earn extra money.

The black-sailed boat is not big, but its advantage lies in flexibility. The boatman stands up the boat at the stern and can choose the position according to the customer's requirements to adjust the field of vision.

Jiang Luan and Hai'an sat on the bow of the boat one after another, looking at the river view in the distance.

At this time, the sky was dark, and the neon lights on the buildings on both sides of the Linghe River were lit. The street lights on the Riverside Avenue were also bright. Only the wide river surface was a little dim, and I could only see ships of all sizes slowly moving on the river surface.

Jiang Qing saw that everyone in the Demon Administration Bureau, Long Bing and others got on the ship one after another.

They all chose a flexible and easy-to-control private boat, three or two people, and one boat drifted along the boat one after another to the river.

On the tall and ancient spirit platform, there was a tall drum with red silk tied on both sides, and two strong men holding drums stood on one side, ready to go.

It was almost 8 o'clock in the evening and it was completely dark.

The riverside avenue on the side of Wenlingtai was already crowded with tourists, and boats of all sizes were intertwined on the river, noisy and lively.

The host wearing a national style dress appeared on the Wenlingtai. After the opening remarks, the first drum sounded the beginning.

The fierce drum beats fell, stirring the atmosphere very hot. On the most popular flower boats, the opera teachers in their costumes appeared one by one, and they opened their voices and won applause. The clear singing style broke through the night and swayed far away with the water.

Hai'an sat at the bow of the boat, supported his chin and said excitedly: "Although I can't understand what I can sing, it's really good."

"It should be a professional opera teacher invited by the organizer."

Jiang Qing has read the process in the brochure and knows that this is a professional who is invited by the official to suppress the venue. The drama has just begun, and the people at the jungle stage probably have not opened their voices yet. When this performance is over, the real "jungle stage" will be the next step.

Sure enough, after the show fell, the colorful lights on the flower boat dimmed, and the gorgeous flower boat gradually disappeared on the river. However, the small boats floating on the river gradually hung up the lights. At first, they were silent, as if they were waiting for someone to start. No matter how old they were, they would start singing in a hurry.

The east side sang two lines "There is no time to guard the cloud room in the sky, I don't know what year it is. I hope that the sky will never be seen, and who will be the one who has been here to pass on my thoughts?" Then, a clanging voice from the west side "Wearing a golden crown to press down on my temples, and the iron armor of that year was put on my body again." Then, I don't know where someone sang "I hope to save the loyal and good people, wash my hands and burn incense to repay the gods." The singing was desolate and simple, and the voice in front was covered with all the sounds...

This is the case with the jungle platform. At the beginning, everyone talked in a mess. If you don’t have the ability to overwhelm other people, you will be buried in it. Only by singing well can you sing until the end and win applause.

The jungle platform has just started for a while, and the sound is still noisy, but after some people who are not as skilled as others have realized the gap, they have begun to gradually leave the field, and they have stopped, turned off the lights, and become an ordinary listener on the boat.

In the later stage, there were less than ten ships with lights on.

More than an hour had passed since the opening. The sounds from these light-lit boats were all steady and long-lasting. They were competing with each other, not only to beat their opponents in singing skills, but also to tit-for-tat lyrics.

This tit-for-tat momentum greatly incited the audience's emotions, and the emotions of these tourists attracted by the excitement also fluctuated with the tune, and the comments and cheers were endless.

All their emotions were devoted to the opera. No one noticed that fog gradually appeared on the river surface. The ships floating on the river surface were shrouded in faint white mist, and even the sounds that came out became ethereal.

"It's getting foggy."

Jiang Qing stood at the bow of the boat and looked towards the direction where the fog was floating.

I saw a small boat with lights hanging slowly coming in the fog. The sound of crying and complaining on the boat was singing: "If you can invade the sky, pine and cypress, you will fall half a piece of paper of great fame! General Guan is beautiful in shape, General Zhang's fierceness, when will you visit each other? The hero returns to the soil of the riverside, and the falls on the slope of the dike by the river..."

The sound went from far to near and not high, but it suppressed all the other people's voices, and in the end, only this sound was left on the river surface and echoed endlessly.

The sad singing voice is mixed with the rippling sound of water waves, and the sounds are like drumsticks hitting people's hearts.

The hero's grief and anger were also embedded in his chest with the sad and melodious sound.

When Jiang Qing looked back, she saw that the white fog had already covered the river surface, and the street lights on the riverside Avenue became dim. The figures of the audience on the shore merged into the fog and became shady. Only the mask on her face was particularly clear, with a creepy sense of reality.

"What is in the water?" Hai'an squatted at the bow of the boat and greeted Jiang Qing to see.

Jiang Veng looked at the river along his fingers, and saw countless shadows shaking under the dim river surface. These shadows are like humans, and their limbs are entangled and intertwined, twisted and hideous. They rolled under the water, occasionally revealing white faces as white as paper, and the blurred facial features on their faces were like five black holes, with their expressions full of misery and resentment.

"It's a water monkey."

It is said that if a person dies in the water, his resentment will not dissipate, he will turn into a water ghost. A water ghost, also known as a water monkey.

There are many legends about water monkeys, but most of them are fabricated by humans with rich imagination. There are water monkeys in the rivers, but they are not "ghosts" or "demons", but monsters formed by resentment.

There are countless lives buried in the river every year. The bones of those who died in vain cannot rest in peace when they sink to the bottom of the river. The resentment left before death does not dissipate for a long time and floats around with the water flow. Some gradually fade away with time, but some, while others gather with other resentment, as if they are rolling, they gradually become larger and larger, and gradually become "water monkeys" with only predatory instinct.

They feed on the rotten corpses in the river, absorb the resentment from the corpses to strengthen themselves. They are influenced by the residual human instinct and become the twisted appearance that is now like a human being.

The conditions for the emergence of water monkeys are harsh, and it was rare to see one in the past many years.

But now there are at least hundreds of water monkeys under the water of the Linghe River. They shuttle at the bottom of the boat, and their twisted limbs cling to the bottom of the boat, as if they are about to break out of the water and climb onto the boat in the next moment.

Jiang Qing frowned slightly, took out his cell phone and took a look. The signal grid was empty, and the time stayed at 9:44 pm and there was no change.

"Is it a barrier?" he murmured to himself, looking up and looking around. At this time, the river surface was covered with thick white mist, and the situation one meter away could not be seen clearly.

Only the sad and desolate voice continued to sing, "The body of the official is in the Dragon Tower and Phoenix Tower, and his soul goes to Jingzhou and Langzhou, and he strives to find out that the two brick cities are replaced by earthen mounds! The heavenly capital is not accepted, and the underworld is difficult to collect, and no one can go."

The sound of the play that was indistinguishable from male and female melted into the sound of the water waves stirring by the boat oars, becoming more ethereal and weird.

"I thought those two annoying dragons were ugly enough, but I didn't expect there was something uglier than them." Hai'an squatted at the bow of the boat, sighing that these water monkeys looked so casually, while staring at the bottom of the boat.

Jiang Qing did not take his words, but walked through the cabin and headed for the stern.

The boatman was holding a boat at the stern. Jiang Qing wanted to borrow a boat pole. When he reached the stern, he saw the boatman standing motionlessly on the bow of the boat, and his back looked thin and long in the thick white mist.

Jiang Veng looked sharp and stepped forward to hold the boatman's shoulder, but felt that it was hard like wood. He turned the person around, but saw that the boatman was pressed, which was clearly a puppet of the same size. The puppet was wearing a "Guan Gong" mask on his face. There was no facial features on the face behind the mask, but there was only a rising crack in his mouth, as if his mouth was cracked, showing a malicious smile.
Chapter completed!