In ancient times, the western suburbs of Meifa County were famous local scenic spots, with beautiful lakes and mountains, and tourists came and went in an endless stream.

There is a lake in the western suburbs, the common people call it a bucket of sauce lake, according to legend, there are foreigners who sell sauce for a living to come here, take this lake water, make the sauce sweet and silky, the business is getting better and better and finally make a fortune, go to the road of a well-off, this family surname Xie, after having money, built a pavilion by the lake, named Xie Liting, there are many tourists every year, greatly promote the development of local tourism, but the good times are not long, Xie Liting is haunted for several months, and the people who spend the night all die unexpectedly, so people no longer dare to play here, So that the beautiful scenery is desolate, and it looks eerie and terrifying from a distance during the day, and it is even more creepy at the third watch in the middle of the night.

"Buddha bless, don't have anything happen, Amitabha Buddha...... a scholar who looks like a scholar and a ragged scholar passes by here with a Guqin trembling in his arms, and there are words in his mouth, and he doesn't know what he said, anyway, he just prays not to meet demons and monsters.

This person's name is Yang Wei, because he committed a crime and fled abroad, he has been penniless for several months, and the only thing left outside his body is an ancestral guqin, and he really has no choice, so he is ready to find someone to sell it for some food.

Yang Gongzi was already sorry, and when he heard that this place was haunted, he was terrified along the way, and when he saw that he had arrived at Xie Liting, he suddenly smelled a stench, "What is it?" Yang Wei sniffed and didn't smell it for a long time, "Braised pork?" Called Flower Chicken? No, this taste seems to come out after eating......"

"Who are you?"

Just pondering, suddenly heard someone talking, almost scared Yang Wei to death, the guqin in his arms fell, before he bowed and begged for mercy, he saw a figure out of the grass not far away, and the black light blinded him couldn't see his face clearly, and he came straight to himself.

"You, who are you?" Yang Wei felt that this should be a person, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, if it was a ghost, it should float over, and this person came by walking, it must be a person.

"My name is Song Daxian, what about you?"

"Under Yang Wei."

"If you are sick and go to the doctor, it's useless to tell me." Song Daxian grinned greatly, and said in his heart that this person is really interesting and witty.

"I'm Yang Wei."

"Yes, you're still proud, you're still proud." Lao Song felt very embarrassed, so he wondered what there was to show off about this disease.

"This place is haunted!" Yang Wei knew that he couldn't understand.

"What are you kidding, this month is dark and windy, where the hell is coming from!" Song Daxian laughed and walked over in three steps and two steps.

"Ahh Ghost! Yang Wei couldn't see clearly at first, he didn't pay attention to patronizing and talking, and he was thinking about how to sell the piano, and when Song Daxian came closer, he looked at it by the moonlight, and he didn't even think about it, and he was scared to death.

Yang Gongzi had not eaten water and rice for several days, coupled with the psychological burden, he never expected to meet this person who looked more scary than a ghost, and he passed in a flash.

The extent to which Song Daxian is difficult to see is debatable, but one thing is certain, that is, it is more ugly than a ghost, his facial features are displaced, his eyes are in line with his nose, his big mouth is grinning to the root behind his ears, two rows of white teeth with sharp teeth and edges, and his face is hideous and distorted.

"You're not impotence, you're a heart ......" Song Daxian was angry, he was ugly, he had never been scared to death for so many years, this thing just looked at himself and died, he felt awkward, but there was nothing he could do, everyone was dead, and he couldn't be angry when he beat him again, so he simply didn't care, picked up the guqin and went into Xie Liting by himself.

Song Daxian is not a local, in fact, he has just come here, his mother is old and sick, seeing that time is running out, he wants to see Song Daxian's brother Song Erxian before he dies, so he sent him to Meifa County to find someone, there is no way to go to the village and not the store before he arrives, there is really no way to deal with a night in this pavilion, and he caught up with a stomachache, and he came to such a person at a convenient time, and he was scared to death without saying a few words, the old Song is not only ugly, but also bold and broad-hearted, and never believes in any ghosts and gods. Yang Wei, who had just been scared to death, was lying on the edge of the pavilion, and he was still leisurely fiddling with the fresh relic.

Song Daxian sat on the piano, and muttered in his heart, this place is indeed a bit evil, otherwise he wouldn't have died at once, he didn't even have a wooden stick in his hand, if something really happened, he couldn't beat it when he started, but there was no other way to do it, let's talk about it when the time comes, I can only say that the heart is so big that it is also a realm.

Lao Song is not afraid and he has no support at all, just his honor, few people dare to look at him during the day, and it is estimated that the ghost will have to take three points when he sees it in the middle of the night, regardless of whether he is a person or a ghost, he can't lose in momentum.

Song Daxian has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, otherwise he would not be able to live now with his appearance, although he is not a vulgar person, where can he play the piano, but he is also idle, this month is dark and windy, and he can have a relief when he has some movement, Song Daxian has seen people play the piano, and he has not taken it seriously, thinking that the comparison is complete, look at his fan-like hand, stretch out a steel bar-like finger and put it on the piano to pull.

Squeak-la-ratt!

The strings are broken!