"Dead fatty, can you be quiet? Just because you have your ears behind your ears doesn't mean that others can't hear them, okay? "The others are fine, and now their hearing has been severely traumatized, but Hee really can't stand this way of talking, and every word is like killing a pig. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"What did you say?!"

"Forget it..." Xi rolled his eyes, simply waved his hand and said no more, let them go.

Although Yang Chen explained it just now, the others still didn't hear it too clearly, but now that the monster has been repulsed, there is no need to dwell on it anymore, it is better to continue to set off to find the "ghost who tells the story", in fact, it is not far from his residence, but he didn't expect to encounter only "Jue" to block the road.

However, it stands to reason that the attacks of the monsters are divided into time periods, and there should be no new crises one after another soon.

There's no way, except for Xi, the other invitees are only pale, dragging their tired bodies and going on, but now there are fewer conversations, because everyone is like deaf, I can't hear you talk, and he doesn't speak...

After sparing a few low houses, the buildings in front of them began to become looser, and you could see four or five translucent things floating around, but they were the kind of souls that were not threatening, just as passers-by.

Because I have been scared tired, so the task is carried out here, everyone's fear has also faded, and gradually got used to this gloomy place, although all kinds of ghosts are still vigilant, but they are no longer easily alarmed, this is the nature of human beings, if a certain kind of terrible thing appears ordinary, it can not be called too shocking, so everyone is a "flowery" animal, this mentality is not like the new and hate the old? They don't have to be scared again until one or two new goblins appear, but that's fine, it's better to manage than to be scared.

A pavilion-like quadrangular house came into view, there were more lights here, the roof and all around were scattered cyan flames, there were no walls around, and bamboo curtains hung down from the top, so that you could not see what was inside, but you could vaguely hear the sound of speech coming from inside.

The voice seemed to be that of an old man, and his voice was very hoarse, of course... The people of the supernatural community will definitely not be able to hear it, but Hee can judge the owner of this voice, and it seems that he has finally found it.

Because everyone is following Hee all the time, if he stops, then everyone will not move. Standing in front of this pavilion with ghost fire, I don't know what to do next.

Hu Xiaoyun didn't seem to be used to his hearing obstruction, so the voice of the inquiry was unconsciously shouting, "Why don't we continue walking?!" Is there anything special here? ”

The two girls were overly mentally and physically tired, so they didn't speak, so there was a feeling of the walking dead, so there was a feeling of the walking dead, wherever you go, let's just follow, anyway, it's almost broken now...

Yang Chen's voice was even louder, and he walked to Xi's side, "Hey! Isn't it coming? ”

Hee pushed him away while plucking his ears, then nodded with a frown and a look of annoyance, wondering if this fat man did it on purpose? Just because he used a tough way to save him, is he retaliating now? Do you have to shake your ears like them?

Hu Xiaoyun looked at Xi and gave an affirmative answer, and also asked, "The ghost you said is inside, right?" So are we going to go straight in and ask? ”

Since Hee knows the storyteller, he has a general understanding of this guy's appearance and temperament. Although he is not good-looking, he can really be regarded as a jack of all trades in this peaceful city, but as I said before, if you want to ask him for help, you must first go through a process, that is, patiently listen to him tell one or several stories, and in the end, whether you find it interesting or not, you must applaud it, so as to win its favor.

Xi also learned to be obedient, too lazy to talk to them directly, gestured twice with his hand, signaling everyone to follow him in first, and then all actions were taken as opportunities. But these people didn't know Xi before, they couldn't talk about any tacit understanding, how much can they understand the code words of gestures or something? Xi looked at them all stunned, sighed, forget it... That's it, anyway, this storyteller will not easily become ferocious, as long as they don't interrupt the story when the time comes.

After walking up the steps, Hee asked them to take off their shoes, this is not the hut where they played Moyakmonogatari before, after all, this is a people's place, and the Japanese rule of taking off their shoes when they enter the house is basic.

But Yang Chen was a little unhappy, and shouted to Xi, "What are you doing?" Take off your shoes? No, no! If there are any more demons and monsters later, it will be inconvenient to escape! ”

Drink! This time Hee hit him on the head with a shudder, because the one inside had already started telling the story, although there was no other audience besides them... But speaking so loudly can also affect others.

He moved his index finger to his mouth again, and booed heavily, telling them not to scream like this after they went in, otherwise they would have to provoke trouble if there was no contradiction.

There is no need to worry about Yang Chen, because everything talks about the "turf" system, which is the home of the storyteller, so other monsters will not easily break in, in a sense, this is also a safe house, and you can temporarily not worry about being hurt by the evil spirits wandering outside.

Hee was the first one as usual, and the other four people followed. When I opened the curtain, I found that there were four walls inside, tatami mats were laid on the ground, and there was no decoration above the beams. The area is full of fifty square meters, but only a small coffee table is placed in the middle, and two cylindrical paper lanterns are hanging in the air on both sides floating slightly up and down, and an old man in a wide costume is kneeling there, shaking his head and muttering something with a rich expression, but don't say that the invited people are not good at hearing now, even if it is in a normal state, it is estimated that they can't understand, because people are racing in Japanese. . .

But they don't need to understand, they just need to listen honestly, and when he says he's having fun, Hee-lai will be in charge of the communication.

Speaking of this storyteller ... The appearance is really stumbling, the figure is thin and withered, if you don't wear clothes, you will move, if you don't look carefully, you think who put a dead wood potted plant there, the weed-like white hair on his oval head is not combed, there is a handful of it, the beard and eyebrows are even more messy and sloppy, and the skin is that dark color, there is no trace of luster, I really can't tell where his facial features are... The voice is still alive, Lian Xi wants to complain about him, you said that you are a storyteller, and you can't hear a word clearly for a long time, no matter what the content is, this spirit is not willing to come to the show. But now there is no way, who calls someone to ask for something, anyway, the requirements are not high, there is no need to pay any substantial price, as long as you listen to him and tell the story, it will be perfunctory. (To be continued.) )