In fact, to be honest, Wang Dafu doesn't know very well what "Hundred Ghosts Night Walk" is, but just listening to this noun with the meaning of the ghosts, you can know that it is definitely not a fun thing!

Looking back, he found that the person who spoke turned out to be the little brother of the Fire-breathing Mother Tyrannosaurus Land, the rising star of the Maoshan faction, the Flying Sword Xiaodao.

Since the last "Tianma Lingxue Incident" made an oolong, Song Xiaoqian felt embarrassed, so he had come to Green Willow City several times, and Wang Dafu was not a stranger, and he was not polite after seeing Wang Dafu, and without saying a word, he stared directly and asked: "Brother Acheng, how are you doing this, why did you get out of the Hundred Ghosts Night Walk!" You can make such a difficult thing, you are so talented! I admire you so much! ”

This said that the king of the land was full of grievances, and until now he didn't understand what was going on. He didn't know what a hundred ghosts were at night. How did he answer this question? But then again, it seems that Song Xiaoqian just asked casually, but before Wang Dafu could speak, he had already continued to talk to himself.

I saw Song Xiaoqian wave his hand violently and continued: "However, now doesn't seem to be the time to talk about this place, Brother Acheng, you better think about it quickly, how to keep your Green Willow City!" ”

When Wang Dafu heard this, he said. Unexpectedly, his eyes were a little straight, and he hurriedly asked, "How to keep Green Willow City?" Xiaoqian, what do you mean...... Haven't you already done what you can do to subdue the demons and monsters out there? ”

"Already subdued?" Hearing this. Song Xiaoqian smiled bitterly slightly, and said in a dumb voice: "If only I had such great skills......" Speaking of this, he paused slightly, and then raised his head and looked at Wang Dafu and said seriously: "Brother Acheng, I originally came to the school today to take the test to check the progress of my junior sister's recent tunnel law, but as soon as I came to the outskirts of this Green Willow City, I found that there was a bloody and angry place. It was as if there was a legendary night walk of a hundred ghosts, which scared me a lot. Immediately cast Jin Guang to rush over, but the result was ......" Speaking of this, Song Xiaoqian suddenly became silent with a different color on his face.

It doesn't matter if he is silent, Wang Dafu is depressed, and when it comes to the critical moment, this kid suddenly sells off. Anyone will feel depressed! Tilting his head helplessly, Wang Dafu asked repeatedly: "Xiaoqian, don't sell Guanzi. The result? ”

Song Xiaoqian heard this. He raised his head and said with a wry smile: "As a result, after I came, I found that a hundred ghosts appeared here in the middle of the night, and the place that you summoned was not an ordinary lonely ghost. Most of them are lonely ghosts trapped in the world for more than a hundred years, and there are even many thousands of ghosts! This is the first time I've heard of such a horrible situation. I really don't know what's going on! As he spoke, he kept sighing and shaking his head.

"Huh?" Hearing Song Xiaoqian's words, Wang Dafu was a little dumbfounded. I was stunned for a moment before I remembered and hurriedly asked, "That...... Do you have a way to clean them up? ”

When Song Xiaoqian heard this, a look of embarrassment appeared on his face. Shaking his head, he said, "If it is an ordinary night walk, although it may take a lot of effort, it is not impossible to completely subdue it. But Brother Ah Cheng, you are all powerful ghosts who have appeared here for more than a hundred years, this is really ......" paused slightly, and continued: "To be honest, I really don't understand. Like Green Willow City, a blessed land with abundant spiritual energy. How could they attract so many lonely ghosts so strong? ”

After a pause and not waiting for Wang Dafu to speak, Song Xiaoqian continued: "Hmm...... This golden light talisman in my land can last about half an hour. However, there are still a lot of offerings in the streets of Obon, and I think there are still monks and real people in the city who are holding death ceremonies, so although it may not be possible to subdue these powerful ghosts, it will not be a problem to suppress them for an hour! ”

"An hour? What happens after that hour? Is there any other way? Hearing this, Wang Dafu only felt dizzy for a while, but he still forced himself to ask, but ...... Song Xiaoqian heard his question, but he didn't answer at all, just looked at him wordlessly.

Seeing the pity and regret in Song Xiaoqian's eyes, Wang Dafuden felt that the world was spinning for a while. Then his hands and feet were cold, and he didn't know what to say for a while, and at this time, the entire "Qinglou" also fell into silence.

However, Wang Dafu is not a person without responsibility, after a moment of silence, I saw that he suddenly took two heavy breaths, and then turned around sharply and said loudly to everyone in the building: "You are all virtuous and virtuous people who can come to my green willow gathering today. It really makes the Green Willow City shine, and the big city lord is grateful here! After a slight pause, he continued: "The will of heaven is unpredictable, and I don't know what my big city lord has done to offend the heavens, and I have actually come down to this great calamity with my Green Willow City, but the matter has come to this point, and there is no time to conduct a detailed investigation, and the big city lord can only accept it calmly!" Glancing around at everyone in the building, Wang Dafu had a miserable smile on his face: "I originally wanted to have a drink with the monarchs, but now the situation is hanging in the balance, and the lords are not happy, and the big city lord can only send off guests...... Hehe, if there is a chance to meet in the future. Let's get together again, there are many offenses, and I ask for your forgiveness! ”

As he spoke, he suddenly arched his hand, made a circle, and then turned his head to Song Xiaoqian and said, "Xiaoqian, do you have a way to escort these virtuous people out of the city?" ”

Hearing this, Song Xiaoqian nodded and said: "My golden light talisman still has half an hour to work, during this period, the group of evils bow down, you only need to go to the car shop normally, and leave the Green Willow City area within half an hour."

As soon as they heard this, everyone in the building was happy, it was not that they were timid, but in the face of this kind of ghostly work, how many people could deal with it calmly? Speaking of which, these people deserve to be able to go down in history and have a strong mind, which is really amazing. If it were an ordinary person, I was afraid that I would have panicked at this time. Even the birds and beasts are scattered, where can they be like this, and they are still sitting here as if nothing happened!

Hearing Wang Dafu's words, they glanced at each other in the building, and Li Bai, the poet who had the best relationship with Wang Dafu, stood up and said loudly: "Brother Acheng, now that you are facing such a dangerous situation here, how can we ignore it!" ”

Before the words fell, Wang Dafu had already shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Brother Taibai, why did you say this?" You and all the other gentlemen are invited by my Green Willow City to come to the VIP, where is the reason to put the VIPs in danger in this world? Besides...... You are all virtuous and talented, but you don't know how to exorcise ghosts and ward off evil spirits, and subdue demons and demons. Speaking of this, Wang Dafu looked at the people in the building seriously, and said earnestly: "All the monarchs are the pillars of the country and the backbone of the people. City~~ I beg you here, you ...... Let's go! In the end, the sincerity of the love made people cry, and it also made everyone in the building show a touched expression, and even an iron-faced and selfless person like Feng Zao nodded slightly.

Everyone in the venue also knows that the so-called geotechnical industry has a specialization. If it is said that dance and writing make ink, sad spring and autumn, and even cross the battlefield, governing the country and leveling the world, and other things, it is a piece of cake for them, but on this occasion in front of them, they are helpless and can not do anything, everyone is not a layman in the world, which is more important and which is more important, and they will not say much at the moment, and they will leave immediately after saluting and saying goodbye, and they will go away in a short time, but the strange thing is that Cai Wenji, who was frightened by the "ghost" mother-in-law just now, did not look frightened at all when they walked on the ground. On the contrary, a look of nostalgia and melancholy appeared, which made people feel a little different. Could it be that this talented woman actually likes ghosts?

After everyone left one after another, looking at the hall that was still tall and virtuous just now, and there was no one in an instant to "clear the building", Wang Dafu stood in the center of the hall dejectedly, and he wanted to cry without tears. He never imagined that the "Bon Festival", which had taken countless painstaking efforts and a large amount of gold coins, would actually end like this. Not only did he fail to recruit even one talent, but he even completely forced his own land into a desperate situation! Now that there is still a short time left, where can he find someone who can settle the hundred ghosts?

"Genius" Mo Yan sat in place like an old monk. The expression on his face was unwavering, and he played the bleak and strange song of Fang Cai carefully, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him - but then again, it really didn't matter, Mo Yan was a player, and it would be a big deal to go offline for a while!

"Hell, how could it be like this......" Standing in place, Wang Dafu muttered to himself silently, at this time, in addition to questions, he was still angry and helpless at most. After all his efforts, it ended up empty, and there was a sudden accident at the last moment, so no one can stand the gap in his heart!

"Hmm~~ What were you guys doing just now?" Song Xiaoqian's voice sounded faintly, Song Xiaoqian had been walking around the hall since everyone left, and at this time it seemed that something was wrong.

"What to do? I didn't do anything, I was just doing a traditional show in the Obon Festival! Hearing Song Xiaoqian's question. Wang Dafu came back to his senses and replied with a puzzled expression.

"A traditional program in the Bon area? Could it be ......" Song Xiaoqian's eyes suddenly widened in surprise when he heard this. In a somewhat incredulous tone, he asked, "Could it be...... Are you holding a 'Clearing Lantern' ceremony? ”

"Clearing the lights? What is a clear line light? Wang Dafu was confused by what he said.

"No wonder, no wonder there will be a hundred ghosts walking at night......" Song Xiaoqian directly ignored Wang Dafudi's expression, slapped his forehead suddenly, and said loudly: "I said Brother Acheng!" If you don't have to play, why do you have to play such an evil thing as 'Qingxing Lantern'? ”

When Wang Dafu heard this, he was completely depressed, and asked angrily with a frown: "Qingxing Lamp. What exactly is a walking lantern? We just had a traditional Bon festival show -- ghost storytelling! ”

"Ghost stories? Isn't that a clear line of lights? Song Xiaoqian's eyes widened exaggeratedly when he heard this, and he looked at Wang Dafu again and again. It wasn't until he was sure that he really didn't understand that he explained in detail: "The so-called Qingxing Lantern. In fact, it is a kind of soul descent ritual since ancient times, specifically at the moment of Taiyin, hundreds of people are gathered, and a candle is lit in front of each person. Then the people at the venue began to tell ghost stories, and after the people finished speaking, they blew out the candle in front of them, and according to legend, when the hundredth candle was blown out, the ghost door would be wide open to attract all the ghosts to appear. This kind of ritual is quite mentally draining, and it can be regarded as one of the most evil rituals."

Song Xiaoqian said every word. Wang Dafudi's face became a little blue, and when Song Xiaoqian finished speaking, Wang Dafudi's face was completely blue, and the traditional program of the "Bon Festival" held by everyone in the building was clearly what Song Xiaoqian said about "Qingxing Lantern"!

I saw that he was silent for a long time, and finally squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "...... So why has this evil ritual become a traditional program in the Bon Festival? Why hasn't there been an accident elsewhere before? ”

"You ask me, who do I ask? Maybe it's because the purpose of the Obon Festival was to worship ghosts......" Song Xiaoqian's eyes rolled and continued angrily: "As for why nothing happened before, when I look at the posture, it is estimated that no one will know even if something happens; Secondly...... Do you think everyone can get such a bunch of knowledgeable and talented guys to play this boring game, just like you did? ”

"Erudite? What does this have to do with erudition? Wang Dafu was confused again.

"Please~~ Brother Acheng......" Song Xiaoqian rubbed his forehead helplessly when he heard this, and patiently explained: "Do you really think that Qingxing Lantern is very simple and can be successful?" If this ceremony wants to be successful, there are very strict requirements! First of all, the first rule is that all the ghost stories told in the ritual must be 'real', well-documented, and never 'made up' at will! Think about it. Ghost stories are themselves rumors that are hard to distinguish between true and false. Who can guarantee that a hundred ghost stories are true? ”

Hearing this, Wang Dafudi's eyes suddenly flashed in front of the scene where all the sages and talents in the building were concentrating on telling ghost stories with all their might, and then his face turned from blue to black, no wonder there was nothing else going on, so he made an oolong here?

He thought that those virtuous and talented people were all casually making up stories, but if he thought about it carefully, those people were full of poetry and books, and they were full of scriptures and articles, so how could they make up stories at will? It must be all after a detailed search of scriptures...... Thinking of this, Wang Dafu's tears are about to come down, who would have thought that a good event would eventually fail because the level of participating in the local people is too high and the ability is too strong, will there be such an unlucky thing in the world!

But he also let go of all these "culprits" with his own hands, isn't this equivalent to losing his wife and losing his army? The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and the more he thought about it, the more helpless he became, Wang Dafu finally couldn't bear it anymore, and a mouthful of blood spurted out wildly......