"The horse is thin and has long hooves and fat hooves, the son is not a thief when he steals his father, the blind uncle marries a blind grandmother, and the old couple has lived for most of their lives...... No one saw anyone! ”

Syllable!

A small wooden board slammed into the table, and the tavern fell silent.

"First of all, I will talk about a set poem, today I am new to Guibaodi, and I will tell you a story about the head. I'll say it first, cowardly, don't listen, it's not too early, and if you're afraid to go home, this tavern won't be able to accommodate so many of you. ”

A white-haired old man sat behind the table and talked eloquently for nearly an hour before slowing down his tone, "This boss looked up and stretched out his hand to count, one, two, three, three!" ”

Syllable! With a soft sound, the people in the tavern came back to reality from the confusing story, and they couldn't help but get up and applaud.

Looking at it again, the white-haired old man no longer knew where he had gone.

After receiving the money from the tavern owner, the old man had just come out of the back door when he was stopped by a man.

"A gentleman's friend?" The man raised his voice.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then replied, "The fog is like water." ”

The smile on the man's face bloomed, and his expression relaxed a lot, "Gathering of wind and clouds? ”

"Upwelling and downwelling." The old man replied.

"It turned out to be the headquarters," the man said in surprise, "I thought it was a dragon crossing the river to grab the life, since it is the main family, you might as well change places to talk." ”

"No, no," the old man waved his hand, "I still have people waiting, what is better to make a long story short." ”

"This ......," the man looked ashamed, "the ...... you talked about today"

"The new story "The Nine-Headed Case"."

"I don't know if I can ......," the man's voice grew lower.

"I see." The old man took out a thin pamphlet from his bosom and handed it over, "Little things, little things. ”

The man took it with both hands and thanked him again and again.

Bidding farewell to the man, the old man walked into the shadows, and the moment he turned around, his old face quickly became younger, and he went around in a circle and returned to the tavern.

The people in the tavern were still excitedly discussing the story just now, and when they saw the young man returning, Tsunade, who was drinking, smiled, "I didn't expect you to have this skill." ”

"I'm having nothing to do." Anran hugged Xiao Ming with her outstretched arms and kissed her lightly on the forehead.

The little girl giggled, buried her head in Anran's arms, and her slightly curly hair rubbed softly against Anran's neck.

"Tsunade-sama, don't you know? Storytelling comes from the land of water. Mute explained.

"Is that so?" Tsunade was stunned for a moment and looked at the shore, "Could it be that everyone in your water country can tell stories?" ”

"Actually, the storytelling story was first told to my sister." Kishi Ran looked at Xiao Ming in his arms, his eyes were gentle, but Tsunade and Shizune felt an inexplicable pain in their hearts.

"I didn't expect her to give the story to many people, the land of water can quickly get rid of the civil war, on the one hand, it is the efforts of many people, on the other hand, it is these stories that greatly enrich the daily life of the people, and there is naturally a lot less trouble when they go through entertainment and pastime." Anran explained, holding Xiao Ming's hand tightened slightly.

Feeling a somewhat sad atmosphere, Shizun hurriedly changed the subject, "Speaking of which, it seems that there are many hot springs in Yunokuni!" ”

"There are two major symbols of Yunoku," Kishiran never lacked information, "one is the Rose Street in Yunin Village, although it is a street, it is actually just an alley, and the people who live in that alley love to plant roses, and there are always roses planted in front of the window and door, and the fragrance of flowers is overflowing. On the other hand, there are many hot springs in the area, the most famous of which is Noboribetsu Onsen. ”

"Noboribetsu Onsen?" Tsunade's eyes lit up, "I think I've heard of it." ”

"Compared to Noboribetsu Onsen, its largest spring is more famous, and it's called Jigokudani."

"Hell Valley?" Mute frowned, "What a scary name." ”

"It's just a scary name," Kishi laughed, "and I didn't smile much." ”

"You can't say that, young man." A middle-aged man came over, "I heard that someone went to Noboribetsu Onsen a while ago, and they met a corpse!" ”

"Corpse?" Anran was stunned for a moment, took a new cup and poured a glass of wine for the middle-aged man, "What's the matter?" ”

The middle-aged man took the wine glass and took a sip beautifully, which was exactly the purpose he came over, "I also listened to the concubine of my seventh uncle's brother and sister's nephew." ”

Anran: "...... aside, let's not talk about this confusing connection, why do you know the concubine of your seventh uncle's younger brother and sister's maiden brother's nephew?"

"The concubine went to the hot springs with her husband, and saw dead people on the way." The middle-aged man pretended to be gloomy.

"The concubine's husband?" Kishi was stunned.

"It's the cousin of the son of my third uncle."

What's the matter with this tone of course? And why is your house so messy?

Anran estimated that this middle-aged man was going to tell a story, and he could have no worries about food and clothing just by talking about his family's sexual life.

"The war has just ended, and it's normal to have dead people on the road, right?" Tsunade said calmly.

"There's nothing strange about a dead man, it's strange that the dead man is lying in a strange pattern." The middle-aged man argued, "What pattern...... I remember it. ”

Kishi took the bottle and poured him another glass.

The middle-aged man smiled, drew a circle on the table with the wine, and added an equilateral triangle to it, "That's such a pattern." ”

Anran's eyes narrowed slightly, is this pattern ......

"A man is lying in this pattern of blood," the middle-aged man gestured, "and such a long iron hammer is stuck in his chest, and he is dead." ”

"And then the corpse?" Kishiran seemed to know what was going on.

"Who is not afraid of this, my seventh uncle's younger brother and sister's sister's nephew's concubine and ......"

"You just say the concubine and cousin." Anran said helplessly.

"Okay, they originally wanted to see who it was, but they didn't recognize it, but they just got closer, and guess what......" The middle-aged man said mysteriously.

"Trick the corpse, you just said it." Kishiran answered.

“…… You still don't listen. "The blatant demolition of the stage made middle-aged people a little unable to get off the stage.

"You go on." Kishi Ran poured him another glass.

"I didn't expect that dead man to grab me...... The hand of the concubine! Pull out the iron hammer on your chest! The blood spurted like rain. The middle-aged man gestured exaggeratedly.

So how many concubines do you have?

"And then?" Kishi Ran then asked.

"Then the cousin of the son of my third uncle ran away, thinking that he would never see the concubine again, but the next day, the concubine found him and invited him to go to the hot springs with him." The middle-aged man's voice was very low, as if he was afraid of being discovered.

"That'...... Did he go? ”