I’m Being Held Captive by Demons - Chapter 72
[Chapter 72 Fighting till dawn]
Kong Ning subconsciously felt that something was wrong.
Nuo opera, also known as ghost opera.
It is an ancient sacrificial ceremony, offering sacrifices to heaven and earth, praying for a bumper harvest, or retreating to cure the god of plague, there are various details.
In Kong Ning’s memory, Shanlan County held three Nuo opera sacrifices, all when there was a famine or a plague.
All the people in the county, wearing Nuo opera masks, gathered on the river beach in the west of the city to hold large-scale sacrifices. The scene was very lively.
However, in recent years, Shanlan County has experienced good weather and good harvests, and there has been no natural or man-made disasters.
This year, from the beginning of the year, it has been smooth and rainy all the way to the middle of the year.
There was no heavy snow, no torrential rain, no drought, no locusts, and no plague, and everyone lived well.
At such a time, the county magistrate would hold a Nuo opera sacrifice, which seemed a bit abrupt.
And Kong Ning just had a nightmare last night, indicating that something might happen in Mid-Autumn Festival or Chongyang.
At such a time, we still have to perform Nuo opera sacrifices… Once something happens, it’s a big thing!
After a quick meal of three or two, Kong Ning got up and walked into the back hall, wanting to talk to the county magistrate about the matter and see if he could persuade the magistrate to cancel the Nuo opera sacrifice.
However, as soon as he walked into the back hall, he heard the conversation between the county magistrate and his brother-in-law.
“Brother-in-law, is there really enough yin locust wood in the mountains? What if it’s not enough? I’ve poured all the money into it.”
Then came the voice of the county magistrate.
“You’re afraid of shit! With this official supporting you, who would dare to steal this business from Quan Shanlan? Make sure you earn enough money to marry the lady of the Wu family.”
Kong Ning stood in the corner and listened for a while, then sighed silently.
turned away.
This Nuo opera was indeed a method used by the county magistrate to help his brother-in-law make money.
All the people in the city came to buy his brother-in-law’s mask, what a big business this must be…
Although he is highly relied upon by the county magistrate, but in the eyes of this stingy old man, he is just a more obedient and easy-to-use dog.
Kong Ning can still talk about ordinary trivial matters, but this is a big matter related to the county magistrate’s brother-in-law making money and getting a wife. If Kong Ning dares to talk nonsense, he will definitely bring shame on himself.
… Do you want to tell Wan’er to scare the county magistrate at night and force him to cancel the Nuo opera sacrifice?
The first idea that came to Kong Ning’s mind was this.
But now so many people in the yamen are watching, and they are about to set off to cut down trees outside the city. At this time, Kong Ning leaves without authorization, which must be noticeable.
There is still Su Yan’s eyeliner in the county office…
In the end, Kong Ning decided to stabilize first and wait until tomorrow morning, or tonight when Su Yan went out to find Wan’er.
Just like that, an afternoon passed quickly.
Kong Ning and the others arrested more than three hundred people, all of them scattered into the barren mountains outside the city to find the yin locust tree, and then cut it down and dragged it back.
Although there are many yin locust trees in the mountains, they do not stand in forests, but are scattered among the mountains.
Fortunately, there were enough people to catch the fast. By dusk, the county magistrate’s brother-in-law’s workshop yard had already piled up more than a dozen sturdy locust trees.
As for this brother-in-law of the county magistrate, his degree of stinginess is comparable to that of the county magistrate.
Everyone was tired all afternoon, so each of them drank a few bowls of rice wine, and then dispersed, leaving the crowd to eat quickly.
When Kong Ning left, the fellow hunters complained a little.
But Kong Ning didn’t care. After parting with everyone, he declined the invitation of Ma Liu and the others to go to Chunfenglou to listen to Qu’er. He rode a jujube yellow horse and returned to Huaishu Lane alone.
Under the afterglow of the blood-red sunset, Locus Lane is empty and quiet.
The cool autumn wind blew, rolling up dead leaves all over the place.
The old locust tree in front of the house seems to have lost its leaves more and more seriously.
I don’t know what’s wrong with the old locust tree.
And under the locust tree, as always, sitting and enjoying the coolness of the parents.
With an indifferent expression, his back was leaning against the locust tree, and his father seemed to be resting.
Sitting at the gate of the courtyard, knitting a sweater, smiling and red-faced mother.
Seeing the figures of his parents, Kong Ning felt a warm feeling in his heart.
He smiled and led the jujube yellow horse into Huaishu Lane.
But at this moment, a woman’s anxious cry suddenly sounded behind her.
“Ben Gong! Don’t enter…”
Kong Ning was instantly horrified and turned around quickly.
However, there was nothing behind him, and the man who called him could not be seen on the street.
And this voice seems to belong to Xu Miaoyi…
Isn’t she already dead?
Could it be that Miss Xu San really turned into a ghost?
Kong Ning frowned at the empty street behind him and opened his eyes.
However, under the eyes of Fayan, everything was as usual, and there was no ghost figure.
But he just heard the voice clearly.
At noon in Tian’s abandoned house, out of the corner of his eyes he saw Xu Miaoyi’s figure, which could be said to be an illusion.
Now I hear her voice again… It’s impossible for the illusion to appear twice in a row, right?
Kong Ning frowned, stood at the alley and kept looking around, but found nothing.
When he turned around, he saw his parents under the locust tree looking at him in surprise.
Mother smiled kindly and said, “Ning’er, what are you looking for? Are there any friends coming home with you?”
The mother’s voice, gentle and kind, makes people want to share all the secrets with her.
But Kong Ning did not see Xu Miaoyi’s figure.
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And even if I see it, it’s impossible to introduce a ghost to my parents…
Shaking his head, Kong Ning said, “It’s nothing, maybe it’s a hallucination. Father, mother, how are you today?”
Concerned about the health of his parents, Kong Ning stood under the locust tree and chatted with the two old people.
Then he led the horse into the yard.
In the stove room, there was the smell of food and the sound of hot oil.
A beautiful face protruded from the stove, and at the same time, there was the long stretched neck.
“Husband,” Su Yan said with a smile on her face, “please take a rest first, dinner will be ready soon.”
As always, Su Yan stretched her neck out to greet Kong Ning, she was horrified before, but now she’s used to it after seeing more.
He led the thin jujube yellow horse into the stable, and didn’t care whether the horse would be frightened by the scary appearance of the monster every day.
Kong Ning changed into loose clothes, and as soon as he sat down in the room, Su Yan came in with a smile and a steaming meal.
Four dishes and one soup, as always, rich and delicious, full of color and flavor.
The situation at home was not the same as before.
However, just as Kong Ning stretched out his chopsticks to pick up vegetables, the demon beside him notified Kong Ning of bad news.
“Husband, Yan’er won’t go out tonight, our husband and wife can finally sleep together.”
The scorpion spirit with a smile on his face said such bad news with a smile.
Kong Ning was shocked for a moment… The scorpion sperm won’t go out?
If she doesn’t go out, how can I go to the south of the city to inform Wan’er…
And you are so good, why don’t you go out all of a sudden?
Why do you want to fight until dawn?
[End of this Chapter]
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