"The gate and even the courtyard wall were all stained red with blood, and the breeze blew, bringing a strong smell of blood. The butcher was shocked, but he could not resist the curiosity in his heart, and touched the door with the stick of meat, and the door creaked open. The butcher was bold enough to look through the door, and with one look, Ah! couldn't help but gasp, and the three souls were so frightened that only one soul remained. The old man spoke eloquently, and the people gathered around the table to listen to the story, the timid two were frightened by the old man's voice.

The old man continued, "Can you guess what is going on inside that door? ”

Some people shook their heads, some people whispered, but they didn't dare to speculate, Zhang Zili looked left and right, and asked tentatively, "Is it not the dead bodies all over the ground?" This time, no one glared at Zhang Zili's interjection, and looked at the old man expectantly, waiting for him to respond, whether Zhang Zili's guess was correct.

The old man nodded slightly, and the people around him glanced at Zhang Zili, as if to say, "Boy, you really guessed right!" ”

The old man said, "Inside the gate, the ground seems to be covered with a red carpet, and the bright red blood stains have spread all the way to the depths of the courtyard, and the stumps and severed hands can be seen everywhere. A round eyeball, with a long bloodshot trail attached to it, hung on the door, as if glaring at the uninvited guest who intruded here. At that time, the butcher was so shocked that he couldn't speak, he had been in the business of killing for many years, but he had never experienced such a tragic scene, and he had only one thought in his heart, and that was to get out of here!

The butcher screamed and frantically threw down the cart carrying the meat, howled and fled back to the village, and went mad ever since.

Later, the village chief took a group of young and strong young men to the house to check the situation, but they were stopped by the officers and soldiers who were surrounding the house. ”

"How did the people from the government come so quickly?" The slightly chubby listener asked, which immediately resonated with the others, and you and I began to talk about it.

"That's it! When did the soldier's movements pass so fast! ”

"Aren't you afraid of making a big fuss! The big man is afraid that the people above will blame? ”

"Who's going to report to the official? Isn't the butcher crazy? ”

......

Zhang Zili pouted, and glanced at this group of "rabble", just now he still thinks he owes his mouth and disturbs the old gentleman to tell the story, so what are they doing now!

Just now, Mo Chen only cared about talking to Zheng Yi, ignoring what Zhang Zili was doing, at this moment the commotion at the table attracted his attention, and when he looked back, he saw that Zhang Zili was also in the crowd, so he got up and went over.

Mo Chen stepped forward and looked at the old man, Mo Chen bowed slightly politely, the old man nodded in return, took a sip of tea. At this time, someone finally reacted vigorously and said loudly, "Don't shout, let Mr. say!" Then the crowd fell silent.

Seeing that everyone was finally quiet, the old man continued to preach without hurrying: "After that, the government sealed the house, and the leading official called the village chief and told him that after he returned, he should warn the villagers that no one is allowed to mention this matter to the outside world, let alone spread rumors to spread false rumors.

As for the villagers, they are just ordinary people, and since the government has this admonition, no one dares to make a mistake. Over time, this incident gradually faded into oblivion. ”

Suddenly, the old man's words changed sharply, and his tone was gloomy: "But later, there were travelers who came to pass by and stayed at the inn. ”

"Isn't it sealed there?" Someone asked in detail, but the old man didn't answer, and said to himself, "The house that has been abandoned for a long time is actually bright at night, and the courtyard is singing, so it is not prosperous." However, most of the guests who stayed in the hotel were in and out, and it was not until a few hard-nosed guys escaped alive the next day, that it became known to outsiders, and the inn became a haunted house.

Listening to those who escaped, when they entered, the inn was still a normal scene, but at night, they heard crying in the courtyard of the house for no reason, and suona continued to the sky. A bold passer-by quietly slipped into the courtyard to check, but saw that the spiritual shed in the courtyard was high and covered with foil, but there was no one to be seen. ”

"I say, uncle! You're so old, why are you so unscathed, telling ghost stories to scare people! A voice full of disdain interrupted the old man's narration, and everyone who listened to the story turned their heads to find out which guy was so arrogant and dared to speak disrespectfully to the old man.

At the adjacent table, a man rests his right leg cross-legged on top of his left thigh, shaking his foot from time to time. Holding a tea bowl in his hand, he didn't drink tea well, and deliberately sucked it with his mouth, making a strange sound of giggling and hee.

Mo Chen was the only one around the old man, and he was not curious to see it, he could think of it with his toes, who would be so annoying.

Seeing that everyone threw dissatisfied eyes at him, Zheng Yi grinned funny, held the tea bowl in one hand, and walked to the old man's side. Rudely arched the person next to him with his waist, took a step with long legs, and sat next to the old man with his feet crossed.

The crowd listening to the story began to stir again, but this time they were not to discuss the content of the story, but to tacitly point fingers at Zheng Yi.

Zheng Yiman raised his index finger to them indifferently and put it to his mouth, "Huh~~~" Immediately, he leaned his face close to the old man uninhibitedly, and asked provocatively, "What the uncle said is all what he saw with his own eyes?" ”

"I've never seen it with my own eyes." The old man didn't care, and said lightly.

Zheng Yi snorted coldly, and then said, "I didn't see it with my own eyes, but I dared to say it so truly, wouldn't it be you making it up, it's really ridiculous!" ”

The old man smiled faintly and did not move, "Although the old man did not see it with his own eyes, it is not made up." The house has an address, the person has a name, and the thing has its own source. ”

"Oh?" Zheng Yi sneered and forced aggressively, "Where and who?" ”

The old man pointed to Mo Chen and the direction they came from and said, "At the foot of the mountain outside the city, Hongfu Inn, the house surnamed Qian." If you don't believe it, just ask! ”

At the mention of the surname Qian, Mo Chen's heart was inexplicably touched, he was about to ask, but Zheng Yi laughed, "You old man, you can talk nonsense!" I came from the foot of the mountain, where there is only one house, called the Red Gate Inn, where did you come from the Hongfu Inn? ”

The old man stroked his snow-white beard, quite a bit of fairy wind bones, "How do you know that the red door is not Hongfu?" When he was young, the person who escaped by luck ran into the village to ask the villagers for help, and when the village chief heard about this, he brought some strong laborers to accompany the man during the day, and turned back to find out, but saw that the house was not desolate, and the seal on the gate had not been moved at all. On the top of the gate, the faded plaque reads the four big characters of the old era - Hongfu Inn. This frightened the man, the night before, he clearly remembered that the place he stayed at was clearly the Red Door Inn, and he was still thinking that the inn was all red, and it was really worthy of the word Red Door. ”

Zheng Yi was stunned, and the tea bowl in his hand fell on the table with a thud, "You old man, the more you talk, the more outrageous it becomes......"