Wang Junlin took Jing Tian to stop outside a few hook rails for a while, and all the way over, there were singers, actors, storytellers, and even swallowed swords in their mouths and smashed boulders in their chests, which dazzled people.

It's still daytime, but it's a great place to pass the time.

In the end, the three of them came to the hook bar where the little girl named Zheng Shuyi was, and a few days ago there were only three or three guests in the hook bar, but at this moment it was full, and there were people standing in the aisle outside the hook bar, sticking out their heads to look inside.

Compared with other hook columns, this place is extremely crowded, Zheng Shuyi's grandfather Zheng Old Man is sitting on the stage, his face is serious, his voice is hoarse from before, giving people an eerie taste, and he is telling stories with emotion.

The female ghost said to Ning Caichen: I have seen many people, but there is no one as upright as you. You have the qualities of a sage, and I dare not deceive you. My name is Nie Xiaoqian, I died of illness at the age of eighteen, buried next to this temple, unfortunately threatened by monsters, and did a lot of dirty things. I use my face to deceive others, which is not what I want to do. Now there is no one in this temple to kill, and the Oniyasha is likely to come and kill you......"

Old man Zheng's voice was gloomy, while telling the story, he could still make a strange sound that made people's hairs stand on end, and some of the listeners below looked excited, and some people turned pale, but their eyes were still staring at the old man, and they were unwilling to move away for a moment. Compared to the storytelling stories they had heard before, "A Chinese Ghost Story" was too interesting and exciting.

Hearing the highlights, seeing that the old man Zheng no longer spoke, they took out copper coins and threw them on the stage, urging loudly.

"Hehe, Brother Wang, the little brother didn't lie to you, right?" In the crowd, a certain man looked at the pale-faced man beside him and said with a smile.

The man looked back at him, his voice still trembling a little, and said, "Believe it, damn it, can you not believe it......"

At first, his companion told him that after listening to the story of "A Chinese Ghost Story", he didn't even dare to go to the thatched house at night, he didn't believe it at the time, and felt that this man was either too timid or too exaggerated, after all, he himself was a frequent visitor to these hooks, and he had heard a lot of stories, and he had never heard of anyone who could scare people like this.

Today, I was dragged over by my companions, and I was disdainful in my heart, but when I came here, I found that all the places were occupied, and there was no place to stand in front of me.

It's the most lively hook bar, and there has never been such a hot scene.

Although the crowd was bustling, when Old Man Zheng spoke, the whole hook bar immediately became audible, everyone held their breath, if someone made a little noise, they would be immediately condemned by others.

Even just now, he saw a man who was hiccuping, and was thrown out by two men by the arm......

He had never seen anything like it, and he began to believe his companion's words.

And as the old man Zheng slowly spoke, he no longer had the heart to doubt his companion.

It's not a cliché story of a talented and beautiful woman, the story is novel and interlocking.

In particular, this old man is indeed an excellent storyteller as his granddaughter said, and his description of the storyline is so meticulous and expressive, that such a picture almost involuntarily appears in his mind, and the key is that this old guy still screams twice from time to time, making the hairs on his body stand up.

Although he was terrified, he also had an alternative pleasure that made him want to continue listening.

Wang Junlin, Nie Xiaoyu, and Jing Tian stood on the outside, exclaiming in their hearts, this old man is worthy of being a professional storyteller, whether it is the creation of a terrifying atmosphere or that kind of magical ventriloquism, ordinary people can't do it.

At this time, the story has reached a climax, and the old man Zheng unexpectedly came to an abrupt end, saying something similar to "I want to know what happens next, and listen to the next decomposition", and before everyone in the audience could react, he fled.

"What do you mean?"

"That's it!"

"Play this set again, Lao Tzu has listened to this paragraph three times, and Lao Tzu wants to know what happened next!"

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The silence of the crowd did not last long, it erupted like a volcano, and even the other hook bars were affected, and some of the singers were playing and singing, and their voices were suppressed, and they could only watch the guests leave one after another, walking towards the hook bar, and they couldn't help but have sad and angry expressions on their faces.

Yesterday and today, it was the third time that they were robbed of business......

Too much deception, too much deception!

At this time, Old Man Zheng was hiding behind the stage, also helpless.

He also wanted to know what happened next, but that Engong only told his granddaughter this paragraph!

After listening to the story told by his granddaughter the day before yesterday, he originally had the attitude of giving it a try, and tried to talk about this "A Chinese Ghost Story" the day before yesterday, but he didn't expect that there would be more people in the back, and this morning it was even more explosive.

But although he has made a lot of money, if he comes back next time, his old bones will be dismantled by the customers who listened to the story......

While the girl named Zheng Shuyi was excited about the business fire, she was also worried about her grandfather, because she didn't know when Na Engong would come again, and she didn't know where the other party lived.

Frowning and sighing, she brought a cup of tea to a guest's table and put it down, raised her head, stunned for a moment, looked at it again, and then was ecstatic and ran in a certain direction.

"Engong, you're here, can you tell me more about the story behind "A Chinese Ghost Story"." Zheng Shuyi trotted to Wang Junlin and the others, looking at Wang Junlin, with a look of expectation in her big eyes.

Yesterday, after the boy left, she told the story to her grandfather, and after the grandfather tried to tell it, in that short period of less than a quarter of an hour, the reward thrown by the guests was enough to top the whole tick bar for the day's entry.

It's a pity that the story is only half a paragraph, Grandpa Sun came to an abrupt end in a wonderful place, and those guests returned in disappointment, although they didn't want to go back the reward, but there were no good words in their mouths, if there was a story behind "A Chinese Ghost Story", in a short time, they would no longer have to worry about their livelihood.

After all, for ordinary actors like them, rewarding money is actually the only way to survive, unlike those famous actors who are often invited by those dignitaries to perform, and often have a lot of rewards.

"Little Miss Shuyi, go and call your grandfather and the principal here, we are here today to bring you stories." Wang Junlin said with a smile.