Chapter 3 dancing one inch mage

"Hey, Lu, why are you in a daze? Come and have a drink together." The man's underwear was covered with gold-trimmed purple satin boxers, he stood with his legs crossed in front of the wine barrel with the lid opened, and said very softly. The few men and women who were all focused on the wine felt that there seemed to be some mystery hidden in his words, and they all looked at Ah Lu. In the corner of the stage, the one-inch mage Ah Lu leaned on the wooden pillar, watching the banquet scene of his companions from a distance, and when invited by his companions, he put on the appearance of a good man as always, grinning and saying:

"I don't know how to drink anymore!" Hearing this, all the slightly drunk acrobats burst into laughter.The hoarse voice of the man and the sharp voice of the fat woman echoed in the spacious tent. "You don't need to say that, I know you don't drink much. But today is special, and the performance is unprecedented. Even if you are disabled, you don't have to be so ungrateful." The rough man in purple satin boxers has a dark complexion and thick lips. He is about forty years old, he said softly again. "I don't know how to drink." Master Yicun still replied with a smile.He is a monster with the body of an eleven or twelve-year-old child and the face of a thirty-year-old man.The forehead is as flat as Fusuke, and the onion-shaped face has deep wrinkles like the feet of a spider spreading in all directions. The eyes are huge and the nose is round. Black mustache, extremely uncoordinated.His face was pale, only his lips were strangely red.

"Ah Lu, if I pour wine for you, would you do me a favor and have a drink?" The beauty who stepped on the ball, Ah Hua, had a slightly drunken pink face with a smile, and confidently interjected.Ah Hua is well-known in the village, and I know her too. A'hua looked straight at Master Yicun, he was a little flustered, and suddenly showed a subtle expression.Is that the shame of the monster?But he hesitated for a while, and still repeated the same words: "I don't know how to drink." Although he was smiling as before, his voice was so low that it seemed stuck in his throat.

"Don't say that, just have a drink." The purple satin boxer trousers stepped forward nonchalantly, and grabbed Master Yiinch's hand. "Here, since I caught you, don't try to escape." He said and pulled the one-inch mage hard. The little one, Lu, is not smart at all even though she plays a clown, like an eighteen-year-old girl, she clings to the pillar next to her with a weird and shy appearance, refusing to let go. "Don't do this, don't do this!" However, the purple satin insisted on pulling him, every time he pulled, the pillar that Ah Lu was holding on to bent, the whole tent shook as if being hit by a strong wind, and the acetylene chandelier swayed violently like a swing.

I can't help feeling afraid.Master Yicun stubbornly hugged the round wooden pillar tightly and did not let go, while Zi Sainzi pulled him hard, with a posture of not giving up until he reached his goal. This scene seemed to imply an ominous omen. "Ah Hua, don't pay attention to that little guy. Here, sing a song and listen to it? Accompaniment!" I suddenly found a magician with a mustache and an inexplicably sissy voice beside me, trying to persuade Ah Hua.The new accompanist, the aunt, was probably also drunk, and she echoed with a lewd smile: "Ah Hua, it's good to sing, let's have fun, and have a good time tonight!"

"Okay, I'm going to get the instrument." The young acrobat who was also only wearing underwear suddenly stood up, jumped over the one-inch mage and purple satin who were still arguing, and ran to the second-floor backstage made of logs. The mustache magician knocked on the edge of the wine barrel without waiting for the instrument to be brought, and with his thick and low voice, he sang three songs, Long live, and two or three ball stepping girls sang in unison. At this time, he became a target The one-inch mage Alu is always the one.Banzai sings him into the lyrics in a bawdy tune, song after song.

The people who chatted and laughed at each other were gradually attracted by the tune, and finally evolved into a chorus. Unknowingly, Samadhi lines, drums, gongs, and clappers (should have been brought by the young acrobat just now) also joined the accompaniment. The deafening strange symphony almost To topple the top of the tent.Every lyric ends with an astonishing roar and clapping.As the alcohol got stronger, the men and women frolic wildly. Amidst the hilarity, Master Yicun and Zi Duanzi were still arguing endlessly.Ah Lu let go of the log and giggled silly, running around like a little monkey.Once he slips away, the movement is very agile.The big purple satin couldn't help being a little annoyed by being teased and run by the imbecile Yiinch mage.

"Damn little one, don't cry later!" He chased after Midori while yelling threatening words. "sorry Sorry!" Master Yicun, with a 30-year-old face, ran away with all his strength like a schoolboy.He didn't know how afraid he was of being caught by Purple Satin, and then pressed into the wine barrel by him. This strange scene reminded me of the murder scene in the movie. For some reason (probably because of the costumes), Jose and Carmen, who were chasing and being chased, seemed to appear before my eyes with the violent music and shouts from the bullring.The purple satin in the lingerie, chasing the one-inch mage in the bright red clown suit.Samadhi Line, Cheng, Drum, Bangzi, and the decadent trilogy Long Live created momentum for the duo's soundtrack.

"You bastard, I finally caught you!" Zi Satin finally shouted.Poor Ah Lu was in his thick arms, her face pale and trembling non-stop. "Get out of the way!" Zi Duanzi held the struggling Yicun mage high on his head, and walked towards this side.Everyone stopped singing and looked at them, and the heavy breathing of the two could be faintly heard. In the blink of an eye, the head of the one-inch mage who was hanging upside down dipped into the wine barrel with a "snap".Ah Lu's short hands waved in the air, and the wine foam splashed everywhere. Men and women in red and white striped flesh-colored underwear or half-naked, holding hands and knees, watching this scene with a lot of laughter.No one will stop this cruel game.

Master Yiinch was forced to drink a big gulp of wine, and then he was thrown aside.He shrank into a ball, coughing like a whooping cough patient, and yellow liquid sprayed out of his mouth, nose, and ears.Everyone seemed to be laughing at his pain, and began to sing the three songs of Long live, repeatedly swearing with unbearable evil words. Master Yicun coughed for a while, and collapsed to the ground like a corpse.Ah Hua, who was wearing lingerie, danced on him, and her plump legs and feet crossed his head repeatedly. Clapping, shouting, and the sound of clappers were deafening non-stop. There was no normal person in the scene, and everyone was screaming wildly.Ahua keeps dancing the ferocious gypsy dance in conjunction with the fast-paced banzai.

One inch mage Ah Lu finally opened his eyes, his ugly face was as red as a gorilla's butt.He gasped for breath, his shoulders kept heaving, and he staggered to get up.At this time, the girl who stepped on the ball, who was tired from dancing, came to him with her huge buttocks.I don't know whether it was intentional or just a coincidence, she fell on the face of Master Yicun. Ah Lu was pressed upright on her back, moaning in pain, struggling under Ah Hua's ass.The drunk Ah Hua imitated the posture of riding a horse, yelled "Hey, hey" to the melody of the Samadhi Line, and kept slapping Ah Lu's face.The crowd burst into laughter, and there was a loud applause.However, Ah Lu was under the huge mass of flesh, unable to even breathe, and tasted the pain of being half-dead. After a while, Master Yicun was finally released.He still showed a foolish smile, sat up his upper body, and whispered like chatting: "It's too much!" "Hey, let's play ball throwing." Suddenly, a young man who was good at the horizontal bar stood up and shouted.Everyone seems to be familiar with the meaning of "throwing the ball". "Wow!" replied an acrobat. "Come on, that's too pathetic." The mustache magician interrupted as if he couldn't stand it.He was the only one in the flannel suit and red tie. "Come on, throw the ball! Throw the ball!" The young man ignored the magician and went straight to the one-inch mage. "Hey, Midori, let's start." As soon as the young man finished speaking, he pulled up the disabled and slapped him between the eyebrows.The one-inch mage was hit suddenly, spinning like a ball, and fell backwards.Another young man stretched out his hand to push him, pulled his spinning body, and pushed his forehead vigorously. Poor Ah Lu turned back to the original young man like a spinning top again.This eerily brutal game of catch goes on without end. Unknowingly, the chorus turned into the melody of Izumo Fist, and the bangzi and samadhi lines were played resoundingly.With a persistent smile on his shaky crippled face, he continued to play his incredible role. "Don't do that kind of boring thing, let's show off our abilities and compete." A man weary of maiming abuse yelled, met with meaningless howls and frenzied applause. "It's boring to use everyone's housekeeping skills, but to show the secret talent of pressing boxes, understand?" Zi Duanzi shouted commandingly. "Let's start with Alu!" Someone echoed maliciously, and the applause suddenly broke out.Midori, who was exhausted and collapsed on the ground, heard this rough proposal, but accepted it with an unfathomable smile.His ugly face can smile even when he should cry. "Then, I have a good idea." The drunken and flushed beauty Ah Hua stood up and staggered to her feet, "Little boy, you can perform Mr. Beard's big magic trick, cut the beauty with a thousand knives, isn't it good?" ? Hurry up and perform!" "Hey hey..." The disabled stared at Ah Hua with a silly smile, his eyes were extraordinarily confused due to the forced wine. "Hey, little one, I know you're interested in me. You'll do anything I ask you to do, right? Wouldn't you like me to crawl into the crate and let you perform?" "Hey, Master Yicun, you great lover!" There was another burst of applause and laughter. Little Budian, Ah Hua and the beauty beheaded a big magic show, and the drunks were very excited about this wonderful combination.Everyone placed the required props in a chaotic pace.Black curtains were laid down on the front and left and right sides of the stage, black cloth was also spread on the floor, and a wooden box the size of a coffin and a table were placed in front of it. "Come on, let's start the show!" The prelude to the familiar ensemble of Samadhi Line, Zheng and Bangzi sounded, and Ah Hua led the disabled to the shady scene.She was wearing a tight flesh-colored shirt, while Midori put on a loose bright red clown suit, still grinning and grinning. "Quickly say the opening remarks, the opening remarks!" Someone shouted. "It's nerve-wracking, it's really nerve-wracking." Master Yicun muttered, but still opened his mouth. "Well, the next thing I want to dedicate to you is the mysterious and amazing magic trick—beheading a beauty. After putting the girl in the box, I will take fourteen Japanese swords, one sword, two swords... piercing her body from all directions. Uh, this alone may not satisfy everyone, so I will chop off the girl's head and display it on the table. Drink!" "Wonderful, wonderful!" "It's exactly the same!" Shouts that could not be distinguished as praise or ridicule were mixed with the applause. Master Yicun looks stupid, but he is worthy of this job, and his speech on stage is really good.From the tone to the content, it is exactly the same as the usual performance of the mustache magician. Then, the beautiful woman who stepped on the ball bowed gracefully, and hid her soft body in the coffin-like box.The one-inch mage sealed the cover and fastened a big lock. A bunch of Japanese swords lay on the ground.Ah Lu picked them up one by one, and stuck the knives on the floor, proving that they were not fake knives, and then put the knives through the small holes in the front, back, left, and right sides of the box.Every time a knife was stabbed, there was a horrified scream from inside the box-the kind of scream that made the audience shudder. "Woo, help! Bastard, this guy really wants to kill me! Oh, help, help..." "Wow haha." "It's so exciting!" "It's so similar." The audience was overjoyed and clapped their hands. One, two, three...the number of knives gradually increased. "Finally received retribution, this ugly bastard!" Master Yicun began to perform, "How dare, how dare you look down on me, now you have tasted the power of disability." "Ah, ah! Help, help..." The box in which Wan Dao was wearing was trembling as if it contained a living thing. The audience was addicted to this realistic performance, and thunderous applause was heard endlessly. Finally, the fourteenth knife was stabbed in, and Ah Hua's screams turned into the patient's moans before dying, which was already an incoherent panting sound.Not long after, even the panting stopped, and the box, which had been moving non-stop, was completely still. Master Yicun's shoulders heaved up and down, he stared at the box out of breath, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, as if soaked in water, and he didn't move for a long time. The audience also fell into a strange silence.The only thing that broke the dead silence was the sound of everyone breathing violently due to alcohol. After a while, Ah Lu slowly picked up the prepared big knife, the wide blade was like a green dragon knife, with uneven edges.He first poked the ground to show the sharpness of the blade, then took off the big lock and opened the lid of the box.He stabbed the knife into the box, as if he was actually sawing a human head, and there was a creaking sound from the box. Then, Ah Lu made a sawing movement, threw down the big knife, pretended to be mysterious and hid something under her sleeve, walked to the table next to her, and put the thing on it with a thud. He opened his sleeves, revealing Ah Hua's pale head.Bright red blood oozes from the corner of the mouth, and the texture is so realistic that no one would mistake it for red paint. An icy chill ran down my spine and rushed to the top of my head.I know that there are two mirrors attached to the bottom of the table, and the body of Ah Hua who came through the underground tunnel is hidden behind the right angle, which is not a rare magic.But what was with this creepy premonition of mine?Is it because the performer is not the usual mild-mannered magician, but a disconcertingly crippled figure? In front of the pitch-black background, Master Yicun was wearing a bright red clown suit like an eminent monk's scarlet robe, standing there in a big character shape, with a blood-stained big knife thrown at his feet.He faced the audience silently, but still grinned loudly.But what was that faintly discernible voice?Is it the white teeth that are crippled and exposed, chattering up and down? The audience remained silent, looking at each other as if witnessing a terrifying scene.Soon, Zi Duanzi couldn't hold back anymore, she stood up abruptly, and walked two or three steps towards the table. "Hehehe!" Suddenly, the woman's cheerful laughter sounded. "The little one is really beautiful! Hehe!" Needless to say, that was Ah Hua's voice.The pale head laughed on the table. Master Yicun suddenly covered his head with his sleeve, and strode to the back of the black screen, leaving only the table with organs behind. After watching the crippled wonderful performance, the audience sighed for a long time, and even the magician was dumbfounded and speechless.But it didn't take long for the shout of "wow" to shake the whole hut. "Throw him up! Throw him up!" Someone called that, and they rushed behind the dark scene in groups.One of these drunk guys accidentally tripped over his leg, and fell into one piece like a multi-strand domino.Some people got up and ran over staggeringly.Beside the empty wine barrels, only the sleeping people are left stumbling around like dead fish in the market. "Hey, Lu!" Someone's voice came from behind the black screen. "Ah Lu, don't hide anymore, come out!" Someone called again. "Sister Ahua!" the woman yelled. no respond. An indescribable horror shuddered through my body.Was it really Ah Hua's laughter just now?Will the unpredictable cripple block the escape mechanism on the floor, stab Ah Hua to death, and behead her for public display?Could it be the laughter of the dead?Don't stupid acrobats know about the magic called Ba Ren Yi?Who can be sure that this monster has not learned the magical skill of making dead things speak with its mouth closed? I came back to my senses suddenly, only to see that the tent was full of smoke.There is something wrong with the smoke from the juggler's cigarette.I was startled, and rushed to the corner of the auditorium. As expected, the red and black tongues of flame devoured the skirt of the tent, and the flames seemed to have surrounded the surrounding area. I managed to make my way through the burning canvas and out into the wilderness.On the vast grassland, the white moonlight shines on every corner.I walked to the nearby house. Looking back, the tent has been burned to a third.Of course, the log scaffolding and the auditorium floor also caught fire. "Wow haha!" Not knowing what was so funny, I heard from afar the wild laughter of the drunken acrobat in the flames. Who is that?On a hill near the tent, a childlike figure danced with its back to the moon.His lantern-like figure was dancing wildly with something as round as a watermelon. I was so frightened that I could only stand still and stare at the strange black shadow. The man stuck the round unknown object to his mouth, stomped his feet and bit it.Let go, bite, let go and bite, dancing happily non-stop. The watery moonlight illuminated the strange dancing figure in the distance very darkly.Even the continuous dripping of the dark thick liquid from the unidentified round object in the man's hand and from his lips can be clearly seen.