On the spiritual drum float, a graceful woman was playing the role of a deity. She was sitting as quietly as a pine tree, unsmiling and graceful.

When he saw Mo Chuan, he didn't know whether it was because Taoist priests were rare or it was rare to see such a handsome Taoist priest with red lips and white teeth. He smiled slightly.

This attracted Mo Chuan to hand over his hand again and again.

"Slow down, slow down!"

At this time, both sides of the road were already crowded with spectators, chasing the team with excitement on their faces.

There are also old people who dote on their children and grandchildren, chasing urchins with inconvenient steps.

"May I ask, old man, what is this doing?"

Mo Chuan raised his voice and asked an old man beside him who was watching the fun.

"Shehuo! This is Shehuo! Is this your first time here, young man?"

"Ah, yes!"

"That's a blessing. Come and ask the gods for some silver vermilion, and bless your descendants to be safe and free from illness and disaster!"

The old man pulled Mo Chuan to live.

By chance, a big-headed god came to the team!

The old man quickly came closer, reached out and wiped a little paint from the big-headed god's face, and put it on Mo Chuan's eyebrows.

Mo Chuan immediately beamed.

"Thank you, uncle!"

"Why are you so polite!"

At this time, the teams playing various gods have already passed by.

Then there are the civil societies.

But I saw a yangko team with their faces colorfully painted, shaking their heads, taking three steps forward and one step back amidst the sound of cymbals, and stomping along the long street in a cheerful rhythm.

Behind them are two dozen-foot-long awake lions with golden eyes, silver teeth, and excited ears. They are happy, angry, sad, and happy according to the rhythm of the drums. They are jumping or still, happy or angry, and they are quite happy like a frame-breaking beast.

The more Mo Chuan looked at it, the brighter he became. Unknowingly, he had blended into the group. He looked left and right. It was so exciting!

"Oh oh oh——"

Suddenly, a high-pitched rooster crow came from the eaves of the wealthy street.

A gust of night wind blew by, and in front of me were big-headed gods, heavenly soldiers and generals, yangko troupes, goddesses on floats, people on stilts, playful children, and charitable old people...

It was like a burst of corpse dust and green smoke, curling away.

Its daybreak.

But I saw that the streets were deserted, with dark cobwebs, and the broken walls were disturbed by fireflies.

Mo Chuan's shining eyes gradually dimmed.

He turned his head and glanced at the rooster flapping on the eaves, reproachfully, and finally sighed helplessly.

I'm so enchanted that I can't find a way to do it. When the rooster sings, the whole world becomes white.
Chapter completed!