I came to the courtyard and put the eight immortal tables, waking wood, square handkerchiefs, fans and other things that the master had tied up, as well as the boys and girls we brought from the paper shop, all of them in the Nine Palaces Array of the Master's Circle.

With a "snap", I lit the lighter and ignited the paperwork. The fire suddenly rose into the sky, and the light of the fire was reflected on my slightly immature face, and everything around me was so sad and vicissitudes.

On the other side, the master has already arranged it. Three meters outside the Nine Palace Array, everyone was already sitting in three rows, waiting for the master's next arrangement.

"Tianyang! It's okay, you go and light the soul incense", the master saw that I was almost busy here, so he opened his mouth and instructed me.

"Okay, I'll light it right away", I took out a handful of soul incense from the backpack that my master was carrying, and then pulled out three of them and stuck them on the ground. The soul incense slowly emitted a wisp of green smoke and drifted towards the mourning hall.

I clapped my hands, wiped the sweat stains from my forehead, and exhaled softly. calmed down, nervousness. It's not that I'm timid, it's just that anyone who knows what I'm going to face next, and who turns into an evil storyteller because of his obsession, will also be afraid.

When I was done, I found a seat in the first row and sat down next to the master. "Everything is ready, and I ask the master to make it clear what to do next." I bowed down for a moment and waited for the master to speak.

The master had a strand of beard in his heart, and said lightly: "Okay! Tianyang, wait for the Lord to appear."

"Yes! Master! I replied respectfully.

The master turned his head back and said to the crowd, "No matter what happens for a while, don't be nervous, just sit honestly, do you understand?" ”。

"Understood," the crowd replied.

The master smiled slightly: "Hehe... I hope you don't make any trouble, or else...".

The master paused, and then said, "I can't save you either."

As soon as the words fell, a dark wind blew from the mourning hall opposite. The three soul-inviting incense sticks burned rapidly, and it didn't take long for more than half of them to burn.

The master straightened his collar and coughed lightly: "Here ......."

I looked up and followed the master's gaze. I gasped when I didn't see it.

I saw that in the middle of the foggy mourning hall, an old man with a rickety back slowly walked out. His face was distorted like a twisted flower, and his green eyes stared straight at us.

"Huh? What are you calling me for? Why don't you tell me why today... Truly... Wait for you to stay with me...".

The master hurriedly stood up, clasped his fists and saluted: "Hehehe... The old gentleman, please don't be angry. We also have long admired Mr. Daming, and today I have come to listen to the old man's wonderful commentary. I don't know if Mr. can wait for me to see Mr.'s demeanor! ”。

Everyone loves to hear good words, and ghosts are no exception.

Hearing that the master was so courteous to him, the storyteller's distorted face slowly unfolded, "Hahaha... Good! Then I'll tell you a paragraph today! ”。

The storyteller floated to the table of the Eight Immortals without clicking his feet, picked up the folding fan, and with a slight stroke, the folding fan with the painting of mountains and rivers was opened. picked up the folding fan and fanned it twice in front of him, but he didn't see any movement from the storyteller, and with a "poof", the folding fan was closed.

The storyteller put down the folding fan with his left hand, then picked up the shocking wood with his right hand, and slapped it on the table of the Eight Immortals with a "snap".

Suddenly, a strong yin wind blew towards us from the cuffs of the storyteller's shroud in an instant.

The crowd could not see the storyteller, and one of them stood in fright, "Damn, didn't you say that we should just sit still?" How can I look at this weird scene, it's even more terrifying than the dancing god. No, I need to hurry home, I'm afraid I'm going to get caught up in something if I stay here...".

The master lowered his voice and said to the man, "You have to go, I won't stop you." But... As soon as you get out of your seat at this time, I can guarantee that this day next year will be your memorial day. Don't think I'm alarmist, huh... Whether you go or stay, you can do it yourself. ”。

The man who wanted to retreat just now listened to the master's words, and immediately sat down on the stool in fright, unable to say a word.

The people around them were also frightened and didn't dare to take a breath, and they didn't dare to make any movements one by one, for fear that something would appear at a glance and hook their souls.

Li Tiehan glanced at everyone with a ashamed face, and then lowered his head. This honest and honest man didn't know what words to use to comfort everyone at this time. However, in order to let his father's soul rest in peace, he could only carry it hard.

The storyteller's action of gently lifting the folding fan just now gave me a slight illusion. Putting aside his distorted and terrifying countenance, with this temperament alone, I think this storyteller will definitely be a great talent when he is young.

The words were divided into two ends, and the storyteller saw that there was a commotion below and interrupted his comment. His face slowly distorted a little, and then he said to us loudly, "What's going on? Who interrupted just now, I was just about to start commenting. Impatient to live? ”。

The master stood up and smiled: "Old man, you misunderstood, they were deeply impressed by Mr.'s extraordinary bearing. That's when he let out an exclamation of amazement, I hope Mr. won't blame him! ”。

When the storyteller heard this, his distorted face slowly regained his composure. "Hehehe, since that's the case, then I won't delve into it." After speaking, he swept the audience with his green eyes and began his storytelling again.

I was slightly shocked in my heart, didn't this storyteller even know his own son? Or maybe he is not a storyteller at all, but just an obsession after death.

The master sat down and rubbed his hands, sighed lightly, and whispered to me, "Tianyang! You remember, this ghost nature is the most unpredictable. Regardless of whether it is good or evil in life, as long as it becomes a ghost after death, then it cannot be called a conscious thing, including this storyteller. They do things based on their obsession after death, and they don't even know their own families. You must not believe the nonsense in the future, otherwise, you will suffer a big loss, and it is not impossible to even lose your life! ”。

I was a little skeptical, and softly repeated what the master had just said, "Is the ghost nature really unpredictable... Where is their consciousness hidden?"

As everyone knows, it is precisely because I have a slight doubt about the phrase "unpredictable ghost" in the master's mouth today. So much so that it wasn't long before I mistakenly believed the nonsense and almost brought a terrible disaster to this society. Of course, that's an afterthought......

The story told by the storyteller is called "A Hundred Years of Storms......

The general content of the story is:

During the Daoguang period of the Qing Dynasty, A Hibiscus flowed into China, poisoning the people and causing great harm. Emperor Daoguang sent Lin Zexu to Guangzhou to ban smoking, and as a result, the Sino-British "Afurong War" broke out. The corrupt and incompetent Qing government was defeated and surrendered to the empire with land reparations. The children of China suffered even more.

Hong Xiuquan, a native of Huaxian County, Guangdong, held high the banner of righteousness, founded the God Worship Society, the Jintian Uprising, the founding of Yong'an, the destruction of Wuchang and Nanjing, and swept through the seven southern provinces, dealing a fatal blow to the Qing government. Later, due to internal contradictions, they fought for power and seized power, and were finally destroyed by reactionary forces.

The story is simple to understand, and I have to say that the eloquence of this storyteller is really good.

His commentary was vivid and witty, which made my heart fluctuate and feel like a feeling.

When the master heard the excitement, he said to me with excitement on his face: "What a smoking ban!" When the float is white! Hahaha... skyyang! Reward...".

"Huh? Master, what did you just say? ”...

The master glared at me angrily, "Reward, just let you burn some paper money for him, the meaning of reward... Got it"...

"O'O... Disciple understands", I said, took out a wad of paper money from my backpack and lit it. In my heart, I despised the master for a while, and "Tianyang!" Reward. "You really think of the one on the stage as a storyteller, that's an evil thing.

When the paper money burned out, a stack of banknotes suddenly appeared in the storyteller's hand, and he bowed to the master with tears in his eyes, "Thank you for the reward!" I thought, when I'm done with this, I'm going to go where I'm supposed to be"...

The master waved his hand again and again and said: "Sir is polite, if it were not for the people who were worried about the country and the people, they would not be able to speak of such a majestic momentum......

The storyteller was speechless with excitement at the moment......

Then he wiped the tears from his eyes and shouted, "Boy, go and serve tea and snacks to the guests."

When the master heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he smiled awkwardly: "Don't bother Mr. Bother, you should continue to tell the story.".

The storyteller stubbornly said, "How can you be, you are my guests, I can't neglect you... Please accept my thoughts."

The master smashed it, smashed it, and didn't hold back a word...

I couldn't guess what mystery was hidden here, so I could only sit and wait for the master to reveal the mystery.

After a while, two boys, one on the left and one on the right, came to us dragging a plate... A cup of tea for one person, a plate of snacks for one table.

At this time, everyone had been confused by the storyteller, and when they saw cups of tea and snacks suddenly appear on the table, they couldn't help but reach out to take them. "Hmm... This tea is good... The fragrance is fragrant, hehehe"... "It's extreme, this snack is also good, soft in the mouth, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside...".

I looked curiously at the tea and snacks on the table, and I shuddered suddenly.

The teacup contained nothing but red and black blood. I don't know where the storyteller got the blood, or whether it's his own blood. And the sam, piece by piece, was cut from raw meat offerings.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel sour water welling up, and I was about to throw it up.

The master grabbed me by the back and lifted me up.

With a "grunt", the sour water was swallowed by me again, and my disgusting tears were about to flow out. With a dissatisfied face, he said, "Master, how can you be like this..."

The master had an expression of hatred: "Boy! If you want to die, just throw up."

The corners of my eyes twitched slightly: "Hehe... What's that, master, haven't I vomited yet"...

Seeing that everyone had eaten his "snacks" and "tea", the storyteller smiled and nodded. Then he turned his gaze to me and the master.

Suddenly, the evil man's face changed again, "Huh? Why don't you two enjoy my stuff? Is it looking down on me? ”。

The master smiled brightly, "Thank you, sir, for your kindness." It's just that I drank a little too much water today, so the tea is free! I'll just have a snack." The master picked up a piece of raw meat, didn't even raise his eyebrows, and then put it in his mouth and chewed it.

"Huh? What about you, kids? The storyteller looked at me and asked with a grim face.

"Aha... Sir, I also drink a little too much water", I quickly grabbed a piece of raw meat and put it in my mouth, and chewed it one bite at a time, just like the master.

The taste, not to mention how sour it was, was so sour that for a long time afterwards I wanted to vomit when I saw raw meat. To this day, every time I think of the scene of that day, I can't help but get goosebumps.

Seeing that we had all eaten his "tea and snacks", the storyteller grinned and said with a smile, "Hmm! Very well, it is very gratifying to see you enjoying it so much."

Then he was busy with the career of storytelling......

At this time, I don't know whose stomach is bad and actually started a nuclear test in public. The power of this cannonball is simply against the sky.

In the crowd, passer-by A said embarrassedly: "I'm really sorry, everyone." Recently, the digestion has not been very good, so please bear with me. Well, you guys go on, I'll go to the toilet and come back right away"......

As soon as passerby A finished speaking, he ran towards the gate.

The master's face instantly became gloomy, "Come back...... Come back soon......".

At this moment, seeing that the story of the storyteller is almost over, who knew that such a play would be completed.

I'm so angry in my heart, even the eighteenth generation of my ancestors with passerby A have been greeted by me. You said you can't pull your pants upright? If you have to run out, the big guys will follow the calves.

The storyteller saw someone running out of the door, and the yin qi in his body exploded, "Hmph... Before I finished speaking, I dared to run away. If you don't respect my personality like this, what's the use of keeping you."

As soon as the words fell, the storyteller spirit was about to rush out of the Nine Palaces Formation and take the life of the passer-by.