At this time, I want to say that I am not afraid to estimate and no one will believe it, this is that the spirit of the story is too vicious, and the soul that even dares to fight is scattered, what else does it dare not do?

You must know that this yin difference does not mean that it can be killed if it is killed, but it is necessary to bear cause and effect! This is also what I overheard Tsing Yi talk about when I was in the Qinling Mountains - what is the yin? It's the tolerance in the underworld, the position is about the same as our current police, and the last police government can do it inexplicably? This is the same thing, it hangs up in a daze, and the underworld is definitely going to open the book of life and death to investigate. If it is the yang who kills the yin, then the underworld is to record the account in his head, and there is no good end when he dies, as soon as he enters the ghost gate, he has to go to the sword mountain and go down to the sea of fire to suffer, and if he wants to go to the township platform to look back at his hometown, there is no way at all, and he will be directly thrown into reincarnation to be reincarnated as a beast. Of course, if you have the cultivation of the Heavenly Master, then it is nothing to kill a Yin Difference, the Heavenly Master is a ruthless person who has to give three points of courtesy when he sees it, and no Yin Shuai is willing to make trouble with the Heavenly Master for a Yin Difference, for fear that he will be cleaned up in the Yang World in the future. If it is the Yin Soul who kills the Yin Cha, then the excitement will be even greater, and the underworld will send Yin soldiers to arrest it, and once it is back in the underworld, it will be thrown into the Yellow Spring to suffer the pain of corrosion, and there will be no time to be freed.

Therefore, those who dare to kill the yin are generally ruthless people or ruthless ghosts who can't be provoked!

The storyteller in front of me is a good example, I was covered in a cold sweat by it, and I quickly wondered how to deal with it, who knew that at this moment, the storyteller who was just angry and looked like he was going to kill a few of us actually put on a smiling face again, and bowed to a few of us again and again: "I'm sorry, I dealt with a little bit of a small matter, so I neglected a few objectivity, forgive me!"

This sudden change made a few of us stunned, no wonder people say that this grimace is impermanent, at this moment it is still smiling at you, maybe the next moment it will have to pinch your neck, I have a deep experience, but fortunately it is a false alarm, I suddenly let out a long breath, only to find that I was already scared out of a cold sweat at the moment I was targeted by the storyteller, and my body was sticky, unspeakably uncomfortable......

Then the storyteller sat back across from us, and began to tell us about the "national surname to recover Taiwan" bridge, after saying this bridge is basically the second half of the night, the storyteller looked up at the sky, and then told us a "Ming Chengzu Zhu Di seven expeditions to Mongolia, the Son of Heaven guarded the country" story, the story is very exciting, but unfortunately it is destined to have no market in that era, and it is also doomed to his tragedy.

By the time these stories were finished, the sky was already faintly bright.

"Tonight's story is over."

The storyteller looked out the window, and there was a trace of sickly flush on his miserable white face, and he said with some amazement: "Ladies and gentlemen, there is no banquet in the world that will not be dispersed, and my story will be finished here, and I am afraid that it will be indefinite in the future."

That's it?

I was obviously stunned after listening to it, according to the record of the storyteller on the anecdote I read, this kind of thing catches a storyteller who usually doesn't talk for three or four days and will not end at all, but this storyteller only talked for two nights, which made me have a lot of doubts in my heart, so I couldn't help but ask: "Sir, do you only have these three stories?"

"Yes, there are only these three stories."

The blush on the storyteller's face became even heavier, and with the blood-red lips, it was indescribably weird, and he actually grinned: "These are the three favorite stories of my life, I always want to tell them and share them with others, but it took a lifetime to get no audience, and now I finally tell it, the wish is gone, the wish is gone!"

I felt even more pity for this storyteller in my heart, and looking at the smile on its face, I suddenly felt a little inexplicably sad.

Is it good? Or is it evil?

I'm afraid that it can't be described as good and evil anymore, in the end, it's just a pitiful person, it's a microcosm of our sentient beings - a lifetime of hard work, in the end, it's not to be recognized by others?

At least, I'm like this, I just want to be recognized by others, I want to be recognized by Mulan, recognized by Tsing Yi, recognized by Uncle Li, Rosa, Fatty, and each of them, probably it is this belief that gives me strength, so when I was in the Qinling Mountains, I was like a Xiaoqiang who couldn't be killed, I could grit my teeth and get up every time I fell, and I refused to give up every time I was injured, in the final analysis, I was the same as this storyteller, but I had the recognition of my teammates and friends, And he was born in the wrong era and didn't get cheers.

Tears unconsciously blurred my eyes, the three stories of the storyteller could not move me to read through history, but the persistence in it moved me, I couldn't help it, so I slapped the table and shouted: "Susu, reward money!"

Su Su was obviously stunned when she heard my shout, and then reacted to what I said about the reward, and hurriedly took out a wad of paper money from the pocket of the wide nurse's uniform, which I arranged for her to prepare before going to bed during the day, and originally wanted to burn the reward money to make the storyteller happy, but now I really want to reward the money, because the storyteller's own persistence at least moved me, and I took a lighter to light the paper money, and the moment the paper money turned into ashes, the storyteller suddenly had a few more yellow, orange and orange copper coins in his hand.

The storyteller looked at the few copper coins in his hand, and suddenly burst into tears, and hissed: "Good, good, good!" After telling a lifetime of stories, I finally have a successful storytelling, there are guests and rewards, my wish has been fulfilled, no regrets, no regrets! ”

After speaking, the storyteller's body began to glow, and it has begun to dissipate, it is the obsession, and now the obsession has been, and it has naturally come to an end, it continues to bow deeply to me: "Thank you, Mr. Xiao, my wish, I can't repay it, I only see that Mr. Xiao has been in trouble recently, and I specially sent a palm Yin Thunder, which can block the robbery for Mr. Xiao once!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw that the yin qi on the storyteller's body suddenly began to gather in one place, and finally turned into a light blue bead in the palm of its hand. Then the storyteller was a little bit of a storyteller, and the bead flew towards me, and I only felt a chill on my neck, and then the bead was actually strung with a red string, which made me wonder.

At this time, the light on the storyteller's body became even more intense, and he smiled and nodded at me in the bright light, and finally completely dissolved in the light, and was completely extinguished.

It finally came to the end, smiling at the fulfillment of its wish, and I thought I should bless him, so I put my hands together in front of the place where it dissipated and prayed for it. Since I experienced this incident, every time I meet a wandering singer on the street or something, I will subconsciously give a little money, not charity, but encouragement and recognition, of course, this is already a later story.

Right now, I adjusted my mood slightly, and then I studied the palm yin thunder that the storyteller gave me, but except for the beads being a little cold, I really didn't find any other characteristics, so I had no choice but to perform a stunt - ask my daughter-in-law!

It's a pity that Hua Mulan doesn't know how to use this thing, only that this thing condenses part of the yin energy of the storyteller, and it is the kindness of the storyteller's inspiration to remember me, so it was given to me to repay me, needless to say, it is also a good thing.

It's dawn now, and the matter of the storyteller is solved, but I don't dare to continue to stay in this hospital, which carries too much life and death, and I can't find it comfortable to continue to live here with the bad luck and calamity of the eighth world, for my little life, I went through the discharge procedures and went home that morning with my crying father and mother.

Of course, the wound on my butt also had to be watched by myself, so I hired Su Su to be my special nurse, and simply invited her to live in my house for a while.

I thought that by staying away from the place where life and death carried too much, I would be able to avoid the calamity, but in fact I was wrong, the calamity means that wherever I go, the dirty stuff around me will come to my door!

Soon after I returned home, I was deeply aware of the bloody reality......