doll city

Chapter 27 Lion Dance (6)

The Southern Lion Zhao family has been established since the late Qing Dynasty. It once performed in front of the emperor's southern tour, so it is famous in Guangdong and Guangxi. Later in the Republic of China, it came to Ciling and was sought after by local dignitaries in Ciling.

At that time, whenever a wealthy family had a happy event, they would invite the Zhao Jianan lion team to come and draw the lottery.

But at that time, the whole of China was in turmoil. All kinds of silk, river transport, and even the giant ceramics industry in Ciling that had been brilliant in the "short spring" were all smashed under the chariot of the times, not to mention the small ones. A small Southern Lions team.

The war took away the wealth of Ciling, and also took away the splendor of the Zhao family. Almost all the men were taken away to be drafted into the army, and soon all died of illness in the army.The Zhao family relies on a few sporadic women's children to operate in a miserable manner, and they can't get a few businesses in a year.

As far as Mrs. Zhao's generation, although the lion dance industry is still active in the south after the era has entered a stable development, Mrs. Zhao herself is not good at walking lions and piles, but making lions. New education has another ambition.The decline of Zhao's lion dance is only a matter of time.

Residents who live near the Lion Dance Hall know that Mrs. Zhao is an easy-going person.

Every morning, she would go to Wuyue Zhenren Temple to buy a stick of incense, and then buy some seasonal vegetables in the nearby small vegetable market. When she came back, she would go to the fabric store to ask if there was any extra cloth for the newly made lion. Be fancy.

Her ears couldn't hear the sound very clearly, but as soon as the phone rang in the west wing, she immediately dropped the spatula in her hand and ran all the way to answer the phone.Even if the vegetable kang in the pot is burnt black after the phone call, I can still eat it cheerfully.

She guarded the phone, guarded her lion, a pair of bowls and chopsticks, and a yard like this for decades.

until that day.

— Mrs. Zhao, right? We belong to Fuhua Real Estate, so it's like this...

——The Lion Dance Hall is about to become a dilapidated building, yes... here is the demolition permit... We will arrange for you to go to a nursing home...

——As for the compensation, we have three options, you see...

"I'm leaving, am I a lion?"

Mrs. Zhao couldn't understand what the real estate manager said. She only cared about what would happen to her lion in the future.

The real estate manager said with a smile: "Don't be kidding, what age is this, who still watches lion dances?"

Mrs. Zhao's always smiling eyes widened suddenly, then slowly drooped down, and she didn't speak for a long time.

In the silence, outside the brick wall covered with cat's claw vines in the Lion Dance Hall, a steel monster raised its mechanical arm high and easily knocked down the old wall where she used to buy vegetables.

"Okay, I'll take care of it, you can come back tomorrow (okay, I'll clean up, you guys come back tomorrow)."

……

At this point in the hazy memory, there appeared a large piece of fuzzy color blocks like ink stains, and the originally vigorous footsteps became weak after stepping on the fifth plum blossom pile.What's even more frightening is that, just like the consequences of excessive use of music, Yan Ge's physical strength is losing crazily.

When he accepted the memory of the Zhao family carried in the lion's head, he was forcibly implanted with the skills of a lion dancer, from rising up, to showing his power out of the cave, to crossing mountains and going up stairs, all the movements he could complete The more, the more complete the memory of the Zhao family that Yan Ge sees.

However, he still couldn't see what happened before Mrs. Zhao passed away, and how she was connected with the living puppet lion.

"Li——" After withdrawing his rationality from his memory, Yan Ge immediately planned to call Li Haobai, but the empty lion behind him was shown... This guy ran away as early as when he was in the pile.

not good!

Yan Ge didn't have time to scold people at all, the puppet on top of his head had completely failed and turned back into an ordinary lion's head, and because of a temporary loss of strength, he stepped on the air and fell from the two-meter-high plum blossom pile.

While the lion was flying, he caught a glimpse of a dark copper-colored long knife at the corner.

——As expected, the next step is to leave according to the original preparation...

"?!"

When Yan Ge's back fell heavily to the ground, he realized that he had completely underestimated the strength of this statue of Martial Saint Guan Gong. When the Qinglong Yanyue knife cut it down, he realized that it wasn't that he didn't want to use his ability to teleport to escape, but that he couldn't escape at all. .

He was swept away by a powerful deterrent force, and the crushing mental radiation pressed his whole body to the ground, unable to move, and even mentally acquiesced that he would be cut apart.

Martial saints ward off evil spirits with only one blow.

Just when the blade was only an arm's length away from Yan Ge's chest, his whole body suddenly moved without warning.

A rollover, rolled out from under the spiritless lion's head, and at the same time, his right foot dragged him directly onto a short plum blossom pile in a posture that defied gravity.Yan Ge hugged the top of the plum blossom pile tightly with his eyes and hands, and rolled up the pile body with his movable left leg. After stabilizing his body, he cast his gaze down.

The majestic and resolute Guan Gong stood at the bottom of Tianshui Hall like a knife. The phoenix eyes, which were closed before midnight, opened slightly at this time, with a dark blue light in the pupils, and looked at Yan Ge with his unique arrogance. , as if judging whether he is now a "human" or an "evil".

The mental pressure brought by this kind of gaze has exceeded Yan Ge's expectations, as if a big knife was gesturing on the neck, and all rationality was backlogged, leaving only the instinct of fear.

This is the spiritual radiation of handmade living dolls!

No wonder the people in Jungle No. 1 completely lost their fighting spirit when they saw the three ceramic lions when they stood at the entrance of the lion dance hall.

If you want to survive in this city, you must find a way to advance to the second movement, otherwise you will not be able to pass the threshold of resistance.

The messy thoughts in Yan Ge's mind are one after another, especially the desire dance shoes on his feet are very irritable in the face of the mental oppression of Guan Gong's statue. As the property of an orphan living doll, even if it is incomplete at this moment, it is the same Hissing like an enraged cobra trying to fight it.

Yan Ge even felt an idea from the Desire Dance Shoes, which wanted him to go up and face the Guan Gong statue head-on.

... I am a snakeskin!It just wants to kill me and find the next one!

As the number one martial sage in the hearts of the people, when did Guan Gong ever fear war?The phoenix eyes stared at Yan Ge, and raised the copper-colored long knife high.

Yan Ge's scalp was numb, the safety on the gun had been pulled down, and when he aimed at the eyes of Guan Gong's statue and was about to struggle for the last time, suddenly in the quiet courtyard, a high-pitched and loud suona sounded suddenly.

"..."

Yan Ge turned his head to look behind him, first he saw Mrs. Zhao who had also turned his head, and then following the direction she was staring at, half a person crawled out of the door of the East Wing.

That was the Jungle No. 1 member who died last night.

Naturally, he had already lost his life, but as if the skeleton was still affected by the sound, he slowly crawled out following the sound of the suona.

If it weren't for the fact that this is a half body, combined with Suona's unique melody of sadness and joy, this scene could be called comical.

Yan Ge looked at Li Haobai, who was very absorbed in bragging, and was speechless for a while.

... Are you the descendant of Xiangxi exorcising corpses?

The expected scene of the Zombie vs. Guan Erye did not take place. As soon as the corpse appeared, Guan Gong seemed to immediately put his "evil spirit" before Yan Ge, and took a step sideways. The next moment, he appeared in front of him. With a swipe of the horizontal knife, a human head flew high and completely lost its movement.

At the same time, Li Haobai also stopped playing the suona.

After a while, Guan Gong returned to the hall, lifted the lion's head that had turned back into a dead thing, and entered the Tianshui Hall.

And Mrs. Zhao also slowly returned to the East Wing after the main entrance of Tianshuitang closed automatically.

Li Haobai casually put the suona aside, walked over and held out his hand.

"Guan Gong will kill when he opens his eyes, I have to find an evil spirit and ask him to kill him."

Yan Ge slowly slid down the plum blossom pile, his left foot landed on the ground, and his hand holding the pistol loosened and tightened for a while.

"Is this what you thought of from the beginning or did you just think of it after you left me and ran away?"

Li Haobai looked at him for a while, and said, "I really wanted to dance with you until the end, but when I was putting on the pile, I slipped to my waist, so I got off first."

Yan Ge: "..."

Li Haobai: "I usually like to write songs on my stomach, but I have a bad habit. Lumbar muscle strain is an occupational disease. Please understand."

Yan Ge: "..."

Li Haobai thought about it for a while, and said: "Actually, standing below, you look pretty good at the lion dance, and your figure is vigorous and lively..."

Yan Ge: "Thank you for your useless praise, can we talk about some life-and-death matters now?"

Looking back at the situation of this night from the beginning, there is not much difference from the previous speculation. The crux is still what happened before Mrs. Zhao passed away.

But if you want to see the last memory of Mrs. Zhao before her death, you must finish the lion dance, and the lion dance requires several elements.

"Although we are poor in finishing, we are physically strong, and we should be in a higher position than last night when we ordered people to climb the plum blossom pile."

"There is no other chance." Li Haobai stretched his waist, and pointed to the dead man who was executed twice on the ground with his eyes, "The corpse is no longer usable, if we fail again tomorrow night, we can only consider going to the hospital." Line up with the statue of Guan Gong, or sacrifice a living person."

The life of the living is above all else, Yan Ge thought about it and didn't say anything superfluous about Li Haobai's random use of the dead.

"I will continue to try tomorrow night. To sum it up, if the lion dancer's requirement is based on skill, then I, the remaining two men from Jungle No. 1, and—"

Li Haobai: "My waist is not good, but I can cheer you up with BGM."

"No need to thank you." Yan Ge rejected him expressionlessly, and continued, "Lion dancers have many choices, the key is to make eye contact."

"Last night's lion head, the red eyes were brighter. It should be that their eye finishing skills were better than ours last night. The longer the time and spirituality of the lion head can last."

"A painter is in charge of finishing the eyes, a group of lion dancers is formed by a person with strong physical fitness, and other people assist to prevent Guan Gong from killing the painter after failure. This is the most ideal plan now."

Li Haobai recalled it for a while, and said thoughtfully: "Do we have a painter?"

Yan Ge affirmed: "We have a painter."

……

Xiao Yi was woken up by the hunger in her belly, she was a little dazed when she woke up, thinking about it, she seemed to have a nightmare last night of being persecuted by a monster playing suona and a lion head.

Dai Chengze next to him was still fidgeting, Xiao Yi thought she was a kind fairy after all, and kept comforting her:

"...Mr. Dai, don't worry, I'm not familiar with the people in Jungle No. 1, but Yan Ge and the others are indeed trustworthy, and they will definitely not casually sacrifice the weak."

Dai Chengze: "Then I don't worry, they seem to be the kind of good people who have the courage to take responsibility..."

At this moment, the door creaked open, and Yan Ge stood at the door, looking at Xiao Yi.

"Xiao Yi, we can't get that lion, you have to stay outside tonight."

Xiao Yi:? ? ?