Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao Chapter 32: Hu Family Ancestral Hall

The people who can afford to sing for ghosts are not ordinary people. The Hu family is also a common surname in Wuligang, and almost one-third of the people in the village have the surname Hu.

Li Huowang already knew from Zhuangyuan Lu that the richest landlord in Wuligang was also the most senior, Hu Qinghe.

At this time, he was accompanying Lu Zhuangyuan and his group on their way to the Hu Family Ancestral Hall.

"Master Hu said that it's not a big deal. He also invited other troupes to sing ghost operas in previous years. Nothing happened."

Li Huowang glanced at him, not knowing who he was comforting when he said this.

Pressing the bell on his waist with his hand, Li Huowang calmed down a bit, even if there is something wrong, it doesn't matter. With this thing, he feels a lot more at ease.

Of course, it's best not to have an accident. After all, if you invite a Taoist priest once, it will take three months to live.

Walking on the village path, they soon arrived at the Hu Family Ancestral Hall, where many red lanterns were lit.

The meeting was so crowded that Li Huowang and the others couldn't squeeze in. After passing the layers of heads, he saw that many people were kowtowing to the black spiritual seat.

"That's Mr. Hu. He also said that we should not leave after the show and invite us to dinner."

Zhuangyuan Lu pointed at the old man in satin clothes in front of the kowtower.

While he was speaking, those kowtows got up and respectfully invited down the ancestor's black tablet and placed it on the half-immortal table that had already been prepared.

There are many tablets and tables, filling the spacious three-door ancestral hall.

The table in front of the queue is not empty, and there are also many delicious dishes on it.

Red candles, incense, gold ingots, and yellow paper are neatly arranged on the serving plate for the ancestors to enjoy.

As if they were afraid of poor care, there were still more than a dozen paper figurines standing beside the wall of the ancestral hall, serving tea and pouring water.

"Hey, Mr. Huang is really open and bright. He personally paid for the troupe to sing for the ancestors."

"Yes, it's no wonder that there are no illnesses or disasters in the rooms of Mr. Hu's house. These are all blessed by our ancestors."

"Hey, I don't know if I can have this wealth after I die."

"Then wait for your younger generation to make as much money as Master Hu. It will cost a lot of money to invite someone to sing for a ghost."

Listening to the words of the Hu family and looking at the solemn scene in front of him, Li Huowang calmed down. It doesn't look like this is going to happen.

He leaned slightly to the side of Zhuangyuan Lu. "Master Lu, you've been traveling all over the world for so many years, have you encountered a lot of ghosts, or have you encountered a lot of things like banning?"

"Huh?! What, isn't this the same thing?" Lu Zhuangyuan's eyes widened, his expression very surprised.

"How can this be the same. One is what happens after a person dies, and the other is..." Li Huowang said, not knowing how to explain it.

But Li Huowang can be sure that no matter the great grandma who Dan Yangzi brought for alchemy, Master You, or even the woman with little feet that night, they are definitely not ghosts, at least not the ghosts in his mind.

At this moment, the Hu family's memorial tablet had been requested, and Hu Qinghe brought a large group of Hu family members towards Lu Zhuangyuan.

"Leader Lu, how much more hard work, please, ah, Piaoliang, you can bring other people to set up a stage for the leader of Lu."

"Oh, oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Hu is really too polite."

"Master Lu, you also know the rules of singing opera. When the ancestors come out to watch the opera, the younger generation who invited the opera will leave, and they must stay at home. I will ask you to take care of me here in the ancestral hall." Hu The master ordered with a kindly face.

"Yes, yes. Master Hu, don't worry, the ancestral hall will definitely be fine with me here." Lu Zhuangyuan patted his chest and said decisively.

Although no one was watching, Zhuangyuan Lu really dared not make a mistake. If something happened to the ancestral hall, the Hu family would bury the entire Lu family class alive.

"Also, when you start singing, the living people can't talk to the people who are singing, lest the ancestors hear it uncomfortable."

"As for the drama, just pick something happy. The ancestors dreamed that the underworld was too deserted, so we should see something more festive."

"You don't have to sing all night. After the fifth watch, my son will come to pick up the memorial tablet of his ancestors and go home, so you can rest."

Zhuangyuan Lu's head lit up like a chicken pecking at rice, "Hey, hey, Master Hu, don't worry, he will never break the rules."

With the help of the Hu family, the stage was quickly set up in the ancestral hall. There were only five people singing on the stage tonight, and Luo Yanhua didn't come because women could not enter the ancestral hall.

Immediately after Hu Qinghe shouted, the crowd who had just watched the lively crowd dispersed and went home.

"Qianqiang~Qiangqiang lift~!" When the Lu family began to sing on stage, Li Huowang stayed in the backstage waiting.

As time passed, the entire Wuligang became quiet, the rather large village fell into darkness, and only the ancestral hall had lights.

It was also the first time for Li Huowang that the living sang to the dead. He opened the backstage curtain and looked outside.

I have to say, this is quite scary, the stage is lively and lively, but the audience is dead silent. There was no applause, only rows of black tablets with names engraved on them, and yellow candlesticks between the tablets.

After a walk in Qingfengguan, these scenes still can't scare him, but Lu Jiaban can't. After a while, Lu Juren, who was singing, forgot the words several times~IndoMTL.com~ look Lu Zhuangyuan, who was beating the gong, was in a hurry.

But as time passed, they started to get into the state, and they started to go smoothly.

In the silent and late night, the voice of the opera pierced far and wide. Accompanied by the voice, Li Huowang, who was carrying a sword, sat in the background and closed his eyes.

Listen, listen, don't say it, Li Huowang, who was a little bored, could really hear a hint of charm, and his head shook his head with the singing voice of eeeeahah.

In this environment, the second watch passed without knowing it, and came to the third watch.

Li Huowang had already figured it out at this time. The third watch is from 11 am to 1 am, the fourth watch is from 1 to 3 am, and the fifth watch is from 3 to 5 am. Usually after 5 am, The chickens in the village are about to croak.

He opens his mouth and hits a Hache, for some reason, he's always more sleepy than everyone else here.

He couldn't really fall asleep with money, so Li Huowang simply put the book in his hand and thought about it to relieve his sleepiness.

Recently, during the night vigil, he also took it out to study, but apart from being more sure that this is a scripture that exhorts people to be kind, he has not gained anything else.

Looking at it, the second watch has passed, and the third watch has arrived. The whole ancestral hall is normal and nothing happened.

Li Huowang raised his head and looked in front of him, facing Lu Zhuangyuan, who had changed his form in the bronze mirror, and secretly said in his heart: "Lv class leader is probably bleeding now, and he lost six taels of silver for no reason."

Thinking about it, it's right. Logically speaking, nothing should happen. This is the Hu family's ancestral hall. The younger generation invites the elders to watch the play, and the elders can't make trouble.

But just when Li Huowang thought it would be like this tonight, an accident happened. He heard the sound of hey, ah, ah, and suddenly stopped without warning.