"Qingyuan, you should have spied on many people's memories before, right?"

Wang Xinming stood up and asked, I looked at him in surprise and nodded.

"Uncle Ming, why do you know?"

"This is something that anyone with instinct can do, Qingyuan, the next story, I hope you will take a good look at it personally, with your eyes, which is right and wrong, I can't make a conclusion, after all, that is the beginning of Ouyang Meng's creation of horror stories."

I sighed, looked at Wang Xinming, he stood up, and said with a smile.

"This part of the story is imprinted on this horror story itself, it existed from the beginning, and I, as the writer, have been able to know for many years, this story still has some time, Qingyuan, you go and take a good look."

I nodded seriously, and then Wang Xinming took out a brush and wrote a broken word in the air, this time the word seemed quite powerful, as soon as it came out, the space around it cracked.

"For the sake of insurance, Qingyuan, it may be a little uncomfortable."

Saying that, Wang Xinming wrote a lock word again, and then the red lock word hit my body like this, I only felt a buzz, up and down, as if to give a rope that could not be seen, restrained, but the hands and feet can still move, but it is very uncomfortable.

Then the cracked space in front of him was about the size of a door, and there was a colorful light flashing inside, Wang Xinming pointed to it and said slowly.

"Let's go in, Qingyuan, this horror story was born from that time, and the encounter between Dream and Ouyang Weng began."

I nodded, and strode in, surrounded by a dazzling light, and I couldn't open my eyes.

"Don't go, break the village, you'll die."

It's a teenager's voice, it sounds, but it's a little soft, it seems quite sharp, to put it bluntly, it's a little not a man or a woman.

Gradually, I can see the surroundings clearly, and when I opened my eyes, I saw a table, on which there was a table, behind the platform, there was a painting, painting a fierce ghost, on the top of the painting, three big characters were written, people and ghosts lived, and gradually, I saw a person on the platform who was nearly 40, with neat hair vertically, a bun, and a white face and even body shape, and he raised his head in surprise.

The man in front of him should be Ouyang Weng, he is wearing a blue-gray robe, holding a paper fan in his hand, his breath looks a little weak, but his whole body is full of tenacity, especially his gaze, which is very attentive.

There were square tables all around, with candles and plates, and all kinds of food, most of them fruit.

"I said, don't go."

The yin and yang strange voice sounded again, I hurriedly turned my head, only to see that on the second floor, above the railing, sat a young man in white, handsome, fourteen or fifteen years old, his face was like a carving, with a bit of softness, at the corner of his mouth, there was a seemingly debauched smile, but the light in his eyes made people dare not underestimate it, a black hair, casually draped over his shoulders.

Under a pair of sword eyebrows, there is a pair of slender peach blossom eyes, full of affection, I just looked at it a few times, and I almost fell into it, those eyes, I seem to have seen them somewhere, and in my impression, it is Ouyang Meng, the Ouyang Dream full of evil atmosphere, the same look, demeanor, the same smile.

"Are you a ghost too? Why don't you leave? It's over, let's come back tomorrow night. ”

Ouyang Weng said a word, swooped, opened the paper fan, and exhaled, the young man above floated down, and walked over step by step, his body was light, if you look at the back, you will feel that it is a girl.

"It's decided, I'll call Ouyang Meng."

Suddenly, I looked at the young man in front of me in surprise, he was Ouyang Meng, and I looked at it with some surprise.

"Oh, dare to ask this young man, you are also a ...... of the Ouyang family"

Ouyang Meng laughed, and in the laughter, the laughter was like a jade bead falling on the marble steps, crisp, pleasant, and soft.

"No, it's just my whim, the story you tell is very good, Ouyang Weng."

"Thank you." Ouyang Weng bowed and thanked him, and came down from the platform, it seemed that it was the first time he had such close contact with a ghost, and he couldn't help but stretch out his hand when he spoke.

"It's hot."

Ouyang Meng said, stretched out a hand and grabbed Ouyang Weng's hand, Ouyang Weng's face changed greatly.

"You're obviously a ghost, how, someone's body temperature."

"I'm different from other ghosts, Ouyang Weng, back to the topic just now, you still don't want to go, this broken village outside the city is not a good place."

"You know what?"

Ouyang Weng asked, and Ouyang Meng nodded.

The broken village outside the city has existed for hundreds of years, outside the village, there is a pool of stagnant water, there are many old trees in the water, and the broken village is in a bridge that is about to collapse, in the past in a mountain.

A hundred years ago, this was a haunted place, no one approached, and the road was overgrown with weeds, and it was difficult for people and animals to set foot.

"Oh, I see, then I should go and take a good look, after all, I like!"

Ouyang Weng said, his expression showing excitement, but Ouyang Meng shook his head.

"Although they invited you to tell stories this time, they are afraid that they want to keep you there and tell stories for the rest of your life!"

As soon as Ouyang Meng finished speaking, Ouyang Wei burst out laughing.

"That's all for tonight, little brother Ouyang, the old man is just a storyteller, no matter people and ghosts, someone is willing to listen, just do it, after all, in this world, I have nothing else to ask for, I just hope that I can tell the story to others every day."

"Whatever you want, but I haven't finished listening to the long story you started telling yesterday, so I'll give you a little help, and when you finish this story, do whatever you want."

Ouyang Meng said, flicking his sleeves, he escaped into the wall and disappeared.

Ouyang Weng coughed violently, he bent his waist, looking very uncomfortable, and his wife, with a pale face, came out from behind the screen painting and helped him.

"Master, let's go back to the countryside, go on like this......"

"Women, don't say much, I just say, I live very fast now, and I don't need to look at people's eyes."

I saw Ouyang Weng's eyes full of desolation.

As soon as the picture turned, it came to the next morning, and the ghost house did not open the door, I wandered around outside for a while, only to hear that Ouyang Weng had before, since the arrival of some powerful people, many of the things he said were forbidden, and he had to tell stories according to the interests of those powerful people, otherwise he would seal his tea house.

It's really not like before, in Wang Xinming's dictation, as I know, Ouyang Weng is distressed, many times, the tea house is occupied by some powerful people, Ouyang Weng wanted to turn off the tea house several times, but helpless.

At night, I stood at the door of the tea house that had been lit up, waiting, at this time, on the street, it was deserted, Ouyang Meng, dressed in white, floated over from the street in the distance.

With a squeak, the door of the tea house opened, Ouyang Weng was already ready, waiting, after Ouyang Meng entered, he sat at the front.

Ouyang Weng's eyes were full of doubt.

"What, ...... tonight"

"Don't wait, Ouyang Weng, those ghosts won't come, I just want to listen to your story quietly, it's just right now, quiet."

As Ouyang Weng spoke, he opened the fan and began to speak, and he was not moved at all because he had only one audience, and he spoke with spit and passion.

Ouyang Meng, who was on the table, lay on the table, sometimes laughing loudly, sometimes clapping his hands.

For three days in a row, one was talking, the other was listening, and the two of them seemed to be friends, and in their spare time, they would chat a few words and even have a drink.

On the fourth day, the night the story ended, Ouyang Weng was talking generally, a cold air pushed the door of the tea house open, I saw before, Wang Xinming said that the white-faced ghost, he invited Ouyang Weng to the broken village to tell the story, he looked aggressive, with a lot of fierce ghosts behind him.

"What do you mean? Although our boss indulges you here, it's just that you are a little too presumptuous. ”

Immediately, those powerful ghosts surrounded Ouyang Meng, although Ouyang Meng was not shocked, he just smiled.

"I'm in a good mood tonight, I don't want to go on a killing spree, get out."

Ouyang Meng suddenly shouted, and in an instant, I saw all the ghosts on the scene, as well as the white-faced ghost, he was covered in green light, and he looked like a green ghost, but his face also showed fear.

"After listening to this story tonight, whether Ouyang Weng wants to go or doesn't want to go, it has nothing to do with me."

The white-faced green ghost was about to do it, but in an instant, the doors and windows were opened, giving a strong air current, I looked over, the market was dark, dark clouds covered the moon, there was no light outside, a dark green light, quickly moving towards this side.

Gradually, as I got closer, I was surprised to see a big man with three eyes, a burly man, with two large chains on his hands, a red body, a beard with thick hair, and a fierce face.

Dream Zero? I can't help but think of the one I saw in the world of dreams, the hundred ghosts under Ouyang Meng's hands, Yin Qiujian also said, he is very powerful, is it him?

"It's all back." As soon as the three-eyed green ghost spoke, a room of ghosts disappeared.

"You are very special, like the one I saw before, in the south, a very powerful ghost, his name is Yin Qiujian, do you know?"

Ouyang Meng slowly raised his head and smiled.

"Don't you know, don't you know each other? I really want to see what kind of powerful method it is. ”