"The wine swallowing boy, formerly known as Miyamoto Kazuki, is a well-known beautiful man in the Beihai region, and he is famous every day, and there are countless women who courted him."

"Later, Miyamoto was overwhelmed, so he became a monk and became a monk in a temple in the deep mountains, however, the fragrance of wine is not afraid of deep alleys, although he is a monk, his otherworldly temperament and amazing appearance still can't be hidden."

"It didn't take long for a female pilgrim to be deeply attracted by Miyamoto Kazuki's beauty, and secretly admired Miyamoto Kazuki's beauty every day when she listened to the scriptures through incense."

"Finally one day, the female pilgrim couldn't hold back, and took advantage of Miyamoto Kazuki to go down the mountain to make a fate, and drugged his meal, and the two slept together."

"When Miyamoto Kazuki woke up, he was so remorseful that he ran back to the temple, and he couldn't go out of retreat, and he didn't see anyone, and the female pilgrim fell ill with lovesickness, and died of illness not long after."

"However, because she misses Miyamoto Kazuki too much, the resentment after death haunts Miyamoto Kazuki, and after a long time, Miyamoto Kazuki has become a monster who is not a human or a ghost under the entanglement of resentment."

"It is said that after Miyamoto Kazuki became a monster, he lived in seclusion in the mountains, brewing the blood of living people into fine wine, and numbing himself every day, so he was called the drunken boy."

Slap, slap, slap......

After the nonsense was finished, Masami was the first to applaud.

"Love but can't, love gives birth to hate, it's indeed a very poignant story, Uncle Yamamoto, you can be exempt today."

"Thank you, Miss Masami!"

When he heard it, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, picked up the wine jug and took a big sip.

"Brother Akagi, it's your turn now."

After a pause, Masami pointed to a middle-aged homeless man with a Chinese character face in the middle and said.

"Miss Masami, what I'm going to tell today is the story of the Snow Maiden."

"The Snow Maiden is a spirit that lives in the mountains, her skin is fair, she is as beautiful as a fairy, like a fairy who comes out of a painting, any man, as long as he looks at it, will be attracted by her peerless appearance."

"Whenever the snow falls, the Snow Maiden sings a poignant song to attract passers-by to check it out, and when they see the Snow Maiden, they can't walk."

"At this time, the Snow Maiden will take off her clothes and kiss the pedestrians, while the pedestrians are intoxicated, the Snow Maiden will suck their spirits to help them grow, and the bodies of the pedestrians will be frozen into ice sculptures and buried forever in the deep mountains and snow valleys."

After listening to Akagi's story, Masami also nodded and smiled.

"Yes, the Snow Maiden is so smart, she takes advantage of men's weaknesses to make herself grow, which is really admirable."

"Brother Akagi, you can also be exempt today."

After saying that, Masami pointed to the last young homeless man.

"Hatoyama-kun, tell me your story."

"Yes, Miss Masami." 、

Hatoyama stood up and said respectfully.

"The story I want to tell today is very simple, called Tang Umbrella Monk."

"As you all know, our East is known as the country of a thousand demons, and there are countless monsters of all kinds, among which there is a big category called Fu Fu Shen."

"This mainly refers to the fact that some utensils are placed in a specific place, and after a hundred years of baptism, they absorb the essence of heaven and earth, accumulate resentment, or feel Buddha nature and spiritual power, and get the soul and turn into a monster."

"Tang umbrella monk, is placed a hundred years of oil paper umbrella turned into a monster, it is said that it has one eye and one foot, once it sees a living person, it will stick out its tongue, the living person at this time can not move, let it be slaughtered."

After listening to Hatoyama's story, Masami nodded with satisfaction.

"Yes, strange knowledge has increased again, Hatoyama-kun, you can enjoy free food today."

"Thank you, Miss Masami!"

Hatoyama said respectfully, then sat back at the wine table and began to eat and drink.

"Now, sir, it's your turn."

Masami walked up to me with her hands behind her back and looked at me with a pair of big beautiful eyes.

"No problem, my story will be presented to you in no time."

I said with a confident face.

The stories of the first few people are all short and concise, although wonderful, but there is nothing special, for me, who has seen countless bizarre events, it is not difficult to tell a horror story.

"My story is relatively brief, but when I finish it, you will definitely feel your scalp tingle when you think about it."

When I said this, not only Masami, but the other three homeless people came over, all wanting to hear what kind of ghost story I would tell.

"Last night, lying in bed, I was bored, so I guessed in the mirror, and I won."

When I said this, I kept silent.

The three homeless men looked at each other and shivered at the same time.

"In the mirror, it's actually different from you?"

"I see, there must be a ghost in the mirror!"

"It's really scary to think about it, although this story is very short, but the more I think about it, the more scary I become!"

Although Masami was not as amazed as the three homeless men, her eyes lit up and she looked very interested.

"Yes, yes, this story of yours has a very different style from what I've heard before, and it makes people's backs chill."

"The only downside is that the story is too short, do you have a similar story? Let's talk a few more. ”

I smiled faintly: "No problem, I have a lot of this kind of story." ”

"When I woke up in the morning, I turned on my phone, and I found a picture of me sleeping, but I was obviously living alone......"

"As soon as I got home from work, I saw my wife holding the child, sitting on the sofa looking at me, I couldn't tell whether it was more terrifying to see the dead wife holding the dead child, or someone who personally posed them like this is more terrifying!"

“……”

I kept talking about ghost stories, and by the time I got to the sixth, the three homeless men were already in a cold sweat.

"You, don't say it!"

Bazi Hu waved his hand and said: "The more I listen, the more scared I become, if you keep talking, I don't dare to go out today!" ”

"Yes, yes, friend, your story is so horrible, it makes your scalp tingle!"

"Brother, today is really enjoyable, I wish I could hear your ghost stories every day!"

The other two homeless men did not hesitate to compliment me.

I smiled and arched my hand, then looked at Masami.

"Miss Masami, I don't know if the story I told can be used in your eyes?"

Masami glanced at me: "Your story is unique, and it is as good as the three of them, of course you can." ”

"You told six stories, and I declare now that from today, you can come to my place for six days in a row to eat, all for free!"