The yin qi is aggravated, and suddenly there is a knock on the door in the middle of the night, which is definitely not a good thing!

"Open the door!"

Hua Mulan gritted her teeth and said in a deep voice: "Such a heavy yin qi, I want to come to the Tao is not shallow, I'm afraid that it is not in line with the Heavenly Master's life, if it really wants to harm you, it will completely break in, knocking on the door in the middle of the night, I'm afraid there is something to ask you, it's better to put it in first and see the situation." ”

That's all there is to it for now.

I nodded, glanced at Zhang Bowen, and said slowly: "Most of the ghosts are very resentful, and they don't allow any conflict, otherwise they will be remembered, you better take care of your mouth, and everything depends on my eyes." ”

Zhang Bowen has an upright temperament, a typical martial artist, there is no door on his mouth, and it is easy to go up and fight hard as soon as the blood is up, I really don't feel at ease if I don't ask him, I let out a long breath when he agreed, and went over to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, a head with a little green fur hat suddenly came in through the crack in the door, his face was white, his upper and lower lips were red like blood, and he grinned at me vigorously: "Storyteller in Xia Sanqin, does this little gentleman want to listen to the story?" ”

This line is so familiar!

I was stunned for a moment, always feeling that the scene in front of me seemed to have heard somewhere, and for a while I couldn't help but think carefully at the door.

"Sir, do you want to hear the story?"

At this moment, the head that came in through the crack in the door asked me again, but this time the tone was not as good as the last time, and the eyes looked directly at me, and a cold wind instantly hit me, and I shivered all over at that time.

Maybe it was because of the cold wind, I suddenly sobered up a lot, and finally remembered where I had seen such an opening statement.

It was a collection of books in my house, similar to Pu Songling's "Strange Tales from Liaozhai", which mainly wrote about some folk strange stories. There is a ghost thing called the storyteller in that book, which calls itself the Sanqin storyteller, because in ancient times, only the hometown of Sanqin had the most storytellers, which is now Shaanxi, and there are Shaanxi storytellers all over the country, similar to the bards in the West.

This storyteller was a storyteller when he was alive, but because no one liked to listen to his story before his death, he died of depression, so after his death, he arrested people everywhere and let that person listen to his story, and he listened to it for three or four days, during this time, he would entertain that person, and he would repay that person, but if he didn't listen, he would strangle that person, put the body in his arms, and continue to tell the story until the person was left with a pile of bones, and then he would leave, looking for the next target!

Sir, do you want to listen to the story?

The storyteller in that book always asked those it chose in this way at the beginning. Nodding, then congratulations, you will be the guest of honor of the storyteller, and you will have to listen to it for the rest of the time; Shake your head, then it will strangle you on the spot!

Strictly speaking, this kind of dirty thing is no longer a ghost, it is an obsession that refuses to disperse for a long time, and finally forms a special spirit body, because the obsession is too deep, deeper than the ghost, so it is far more terrible than the ghost, not to mention the extremely heavy yin qi, unless it is allowed to complete the wish and the obsession dissipates, otherwise even the heavenly master can't disperse, because it is the obsession that is incarnated, even if the obsession is dispersed, it will be formed again, and it will endlessly entangle the person who dares to do something to it until the other party dies......

I stared at the head that was close to me, and after realizing that it was a storyteller, I quickly squeezed out a smile on my face: "It's a great thing to have the honor to listen to Mr. tell the story!" ”

With that, I hurriedly opened the door!

Sure enough, as soon as I agreed to listen to it, the storyteller's face suddenly showed a smile again, and the wind that haunted me also dissipated at once, and the thing quickly entered through the crack in the door.

I saw that it was wearing a navy blue horse coat, a green leather hat on its head, and a big long braid on its back, which looked like the standard dress of storytellers during the Qing Dynasty, but its horse coat was full of patches, looking quite shabby, I am afraid that it was not particularly good before death, this dress was probably worn when he died, and his obsession turned into a ghost after death, so he manifested on his body.

As soon as the storyteller came in, he immediately bowed his hand to me and said, "Please sit down for a while, the story below is relatively long, and you have to prepare some food for a few guest officers, and a few guest officers listen to the story while eating, wouldn't it be better?" ”

I nodded again and again, turned my head to look at Mulan and Zhang Bowen, and asked them to sit down. Needless to say, Hua Mulan and I have the same heart, and I guessed that I knew what this thing was, so I simply sat down, but Zhang Bowen was confused, and pointed to his chest with a wry smile, saying that he was recuperating from his injuries.

I mouthed him and said, "Fuck you, you're still caring about your wounds?" If you don't want to die, hurry up and give Lao Tzu over!"

After saying that, in order to cheer him up, I sat down on the bed without saying a word, and when the wound on my buttocks was pressed, there was a heart-rending pain, and a hot liquid had come out.

I know, the wound is bleeding.

But I can't help it, I'm not doing it to find abuse. In ancient times, when others were talking, you had to sit upright and listen, which was a sign of respect and courtesy. After the death of this storyteller, the obsession is still so deep, and finally turns into this ghost thing, obviously not only did no one listen to the storyteller before his death, but he was also ridiculed and excluded everywhere, otherwise he must be recognized by others as the obsession is so deep? It's also a poor person, if I listen to it on the bed, it will definitely be disrespectful, in case it stimulates the point of his most resentment in his life, then I don't listen to this story, maybe I will be strangled to death by it now!

Zhang Bowen saw that I was like this, so he could only sit up from the bed, grinning in pain, and sat beside me with his eyes open, and Hua Mulan was also like me, sitting on my right.

At this time, as soon as the storyteller saw that we were all seated, he immediately conjured two plates and three teacups and placed them on the table as if by magic. One of the two plates is red bayberry, the other is full and round melon seeds, and the three teacups are all steaming tea, which smells quite fragrant, and there are a few pieces of emerald green tea leaves floating on it, two leaves and one bud, and it is the top Longjing tea at a glance.

The storyteller looked at me with a smile, moved a stool and sat across from us, looking at the three of us expectantly: "How about you try the food I prepared?" ”

I felt something wrong in my heart all of a sudden, looking at the things on the table, my heart was indescribably weird, it's almost September now, and there is such a good bayberry? The bayberry is a personal thing, it is produced in the south of the Yangtze River, and now it is past the season of eating, and all the artificially cultivated ones are sour and astringent, and they can't grow like this. And this thing is not easy to preserve, it will be bad in a few days, it is not a rare thing in the south of the Yangtze River, but Shanxi is located in the north, it is difficult to eat, it is difficult to see, such as this kind of quality, it is simply rummaging through the entire Taiyuan City!!

I muttered in my heart, I'm afraid that the food that this storyteller took out is not a serious thing, I have heard my dad say such a thing before, ghosts can't take out good things to entertain people, they are all blinders, he has a friend who once passed by a mass grave and was invited to eat by a ghost, looking at the big fish and big meat, in fact, they are all dead cats and dead rats, this kind of blinding method is also called ghost blinding, and you can see what the ingredients are with the Taoist spell on the eyes.

I don't know if it's useful to be murderous?

I thought silently in my heart, and began to control the wisp of murderous aura in my body to rush to my eyes, my eyes turned red, and I immediately saw what was on the table, and I almost didn't vomit it at that time!!

That plate of bayberry is simply a wriggling slug, also called a slug, rolling together, not to mention how disgusting.

That plate of melon seeds is full of grasshoppers!!

As for the tea, it's even more disgusting, not to mention the dirty water, the tea leaves floating in it are actually live tadpoles, swimming and swimming in the water......

Hua Mulan obviously also discovered the situation in the plate, so she didn't do it for a long time.

My face stiffened, and I smiled at the storyteller: "I eat a lot of dinner, don't eat snacks, sir should tell a story quickly, I am very curious about your story." ”

It's okay if I don't say this, as soon as I say it, the storyteller's face sank at that time, and a thick yin qi directly enveloped me, freezing me all over, and the storyteller's body was even more angry, and a pair of hands had stretched out towards my neck: "What? Isn't the snack I prepared for you to the taste? ”

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