In fact, the essence of the story is not blood and regret at the beginning.

——When I was a child, it was the first vision and understanding of human beings for the vast world.

Ye Sheng closed his eyes, almost automatically looping the little boy's words in his mind. He once asked Duan Shi who the person who gave her strength was, and Duan Shi shed blood and tears, and said "yes" tremblingly...... Storytellers".

- Dad said that there are three kinds of people in this world: those who tell stories, those who listen to stories, and those who live in stories. And people who grow up listening to stories will one day become the people in the stories.

So what is the story of the story king? Did he also grow up listening to stories?

Ye Sheng recalled those clues little by little. It's just that a hundred years ago, everything was shrouded in a layer of gray fog. At that time, technology was not developed, and the Internet was just starting. There are no e-books, just bookstores in the streets and alleys.

Ye Sheng pursed his lips, constantly conceiving and simulating in his own palace of consciousness. He walked through the foggy streets, walked through the bluestone pavement, and walked past the cries of sugar gourds. Finally, I stopped a hundred years ago, in the corner of a simple wooden bookstore, and saw a short, thin child.

The moment he saw the child hiding in the shadow of the bookshelf, Ye Sheng's mind tingled like electricity, but he held his breath and continued to move forward.

The old sunlight shone in through the cracks in the windows, floating in dim particles of dust.

Ye Sheng wanted to get closer, but the little kid who was squatting on the ground holding his schoolbag and secretly reading a book suddenly turned around like a bird.

He was skinny, malnourished, cramped in the bookstore, like a little mouse. When he raised his head, there was a pair of eyes that were extremely quiet in his skinny eye sockets.

At that glance, Ye Sheng's soul almost trembled with pain.

He hadn't even had time to see it yet.

The chin has been pinched by a cold, slender hand.

"Ye Sheng."

The voice was cold.

Ye Sheng woke up and looked at Shangning Weichen with a pair of obscure peach blossom eyes.

Ye Sheng gritted his teeth, directly grabbed Ning Weichen's wrist, he swallowed the blood gushing up from his throat, and said to Ning Weichen quickly and calmly: "Ning Weichen, the story king is a child!" It's a human being! ”

He will never forget the eyes in his dream.

Those eyes were quiet. It's too quiet.

It's like a dead world, like a stopped time, like ...... The end of the story.

Ning Weichen stared at him for a long time, and after being silent for a long time, he suddenly laughed. The slightly cool fingertips touched the center of his eyebrows, and he said in a tone without emotion: "Brother, it seems that the king of stories ...... Decided to come to us personally. ”

Ye Sheng gritted his teeth, and a trace of deep anger appeared in his eyes. He knew that the brief dream in the car just now had deliberately appeared by the story king following his thoughts. He disrupts the Nightkkin's plan for "ear" and "deafness", and the story king finally has his sights on him.

The car had stopped in front of the old sports and art museum, Ye Sheng looked at the behemoth in the rain, and the anger in his black and white apricot eyes did not subside, and said, "It's good." ”

When Ning Weichen went to park, Ye Sheng didn't have an umbrella, and stepped onto the steps of the old sports and art hall in a few steps. The street lamp was cold and pale, and as soon as Ye Sheng took a step, he smelled the smell of blood hidden under the osmanthus flowers. He looked down and saw that the rain had carried the dirt up the white stone steps, oozing a faint red.

Ye Sheng didn't move, he took out his mobile phone and took a photo of the bloodstains on the steps.

After another deafening thunderclap.

search refreshed the screen.

【Category section:Story King】

[Ghost Name: Human Wall]

【Goblin Level: B】

[Overview: A blender crushes his body.] His hair, eyes, bones, and flesh were all mixed with concrete, and together with the steel bricks, they made the strongest and toughest wall.

Post Scriptum : Poor honest man. The underground space he was obsessed with during his lifetime was never built in the end, but it doesn't matter, kind and hard-working people will always get their wish.

- April 23, 5:16 p.m.]

This is a p.s. that was written in a strip many years ago.

Chapter 69: The Man in the Story (6)

Wall.

This is the creation of the story king, a B-class grotesque without any popularity.

Ye Sheng stared at the last line of PS, "Kind and hard-working people will always get their wish."

He suddenly thought of what he had seen in the Luohu Mansion, and what Duan Shi had written on the back of the photo - "Okay, if you lie, I won't let you go if you flee to the ends of the earth." ”

So after her death, she had the ability to "track" and became the person in the story of the True Bridge, verifying every true lie.

So, the story king is actually helping them make their wishes come true?

Ye Sheng suddenly felt a chill.

When Duan Shi died, all thoughts were lost, and he had no regrets. The king of stories turns her into a ghost in Lover's Lake, leaving her trapped in front of a nightmare window for eternity.

Is this really helpful?

And this worker.

He was honest, hardworking, sincere and kind during his lifetime, even if he died a tragic death, would he really have enough resentment to turn into a B-class heresy?

Absolutely not. In fact, it can be seen from the fact that Tang Jiahao almost became deaf that the justice and kindness of the story king are all accompanied by a pure cruelty and naïve self-righteousness.

Ye Sheng turned off the screen and lowered his eyes.

…… However, he must go to the underground space of the old sports and art hall that he doesn't know exists.

Duan poems and dead workers must all be related to the story of the story king's life, otherwise it would not treat them so favorably.

One is the great-granddaughter of the publisher of Night Sailboat, but what about the other?

The pale yellow osmanthus fell into the bloody soil, and the rain seemed to be going to last all night.

When Ye Sheng entered, a group of people sat on the ground playing cards. Xie Wenci looked impatient, looked at the door frequently, and when he saw Ye Sheng, his face was happy, and he immediately raised his head to look at the person behind him.

Ye Sheng put his phone away and walked in.

Xia Wenshi was also overjoyed when he saw Ye Sheng coming, and directly threw away the cards of the four second belt kings: "Xiao Ye, you are finally back." We're going to play Truth or Dare, and we've been waiting for you and Dusty for a long time! ”

Ye Sheng was not interested in Truth or Dare at all, he said: "It's not early now, I have to shoot tomorrow, let's go back to sleep first." ”

Xia Wenshi was accustomed to it, and said aggrievedly: "Oh, good." ”

Xie Wenci's face was very unhappy - he stayed just to talk to Ning Weichen, how could he not play a big adventure! He maintained his innocent image, blinked his eyes, and was embarrassed: "But Ye Sheng, everyone has been waiting for you here for so long, it's impossible not to play, right?" ”

Ye Sheng left a sentence coldly: "It's over." He walked to the lounge of the old gymnasium.

Xie Wenci: "......"

Xia Wenshi shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands: "I said it, don't wait, Xiao Ye won't play this." ”

Xie Wenci was so angry that he trembled, who rarely played with Ye Sheng. If it weren't—

Xie Wenci caught a glimpse of Ning Weichen walking in, and suddenly converged his distorted expression, he raised his head, and was as beautiful as a hibiscus in the rain, just wanted to shout "Classmate Ning". As a result, Xia Wenshi next to him had already pointed to the front and said, "Senior brother, over there, Xiao Ye has gone to the lounge." ”

Ning Weichen's expression was cold when he came in, and he didn't look at anyone present, and when he heard Xia Wenshi's words, he raised his head and smiled, and said softly: "Well, thank you, senior." ”

Xia Wenshi waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay." ”

"......" Xie Wenci has the heart to bite Xia Wenshi to death at this moment.

“……”

Chen Can and Xie Wenci had an idea, he hardened his head and took out what he thought was a humorous tone: "Hahaha, Ning Shao, I will be a four-year classmate in the future, don't you really want to play." ”

Ning Weichen smiled gracefully and didn't say a word.

Chen Can's scalp was numb inexplicably, and he shut up quietly.

Xia Wenshi sighed and stretched out his hand: "Come, let's continue to fight the landlord!" "He already knew that Senior Brother Weichen was only interested in Xiao Ye alone. The director and cinematographer retract their gaze and join in happily.

Xie Wenci's face was so angry that his face was distorted: he didn't go to the bar to fish for dogs on a good holiday night, was it to play cards with this group of poor people here? He looked at Ning Weichen and Ye Sheng with jealousy in the direction where the two disappeared, and said indifferently, "I'm tired too", and got up and followed.

"Okay, fight the landlord, fight the landlord." Chen Can looked at the watch Xia Wenshi was wearing, and felt that this was also a friend he could make and regain his strength.

After all, if you want to be a celebrity in college, the first thing you need to do is make friends.

Huang Qiqi and Guang Xueping went to find a place to sleep early. Even if the old sports and art hall is deserted, it is also a place that costs 300 million, and if you are optimistic, it is a star-rated hotel. There are several lounges on each floor, and Ye Sheng is only more interested in the underground of the sports and art hall, so he chooses to live on the first floor. He found a small room at the end of the aisle, with a sofa, a coffee table, and a water dispenser.

When Ning Weichen followed, Ye Sheng had already quickly checked the lounge.

"Do you want to take a break?" Ning Weichen said with a smile.

Ye Sheng said: "No. ”

Ning Weichen said: "I have checked, the underground space of the Sports and Art Hall of Huai'an University, in the school's initial plan, was to build an exhibition hall, but the person in charge of the back erased this item on the grounds of insufficient budget. ”

Ye Sheng: "The budget is not enough, is 300 million not enough?" However, Ye Sheng thought of Ning Weichen's move to buy the Luohu Mansion directly, and realized that he and Ning Weichen's understanding of money could not be unified in this life, so he pulled his mouth and didn't speak again.

His phone was draining a lot of battery.

Ye Sheng took out a working flashlight from the drawer.

He lowered his head and tinkered with the flashlight, Ning Weichen's fingers suddenly touched his hair that was slightly wet by the rain, and said softly, "Why don't you go take a shower first?" ”

Ye Sheng said calmly: "No." Let's go straight to the entrance to the underground space. ”

Although the school abandoned the underground space of the old sports and art hall, there must have been a staircase down when the building was built, but I don't know where this staircase is now.

He turned on the flashlight, and a white light instantly illuminated the front.

*

Xia Wenshi and the director played cards and chatted for a while, and then went back to their rooms. As a result, Xia Wenshi never expected to see Su Wanluo in the corridor.

"Su Xuemei? What are you doing here? ”

Su Wanluo was holding a pile of papers in her hand, looking at it as she walked, and suddenly heard a voice in the dark, she quickly put down the documents in her hand, looked up and said with a cramped smile: "Senior Xia? You're not going back tonight. ”

Xia Wenshi: "That's right, come over and join in the fun, I think it's fun, so I just stayed together." What about you? ”

Su Wanluo said: "I have something left here during the day, come and look for it." ”

Xia Wenshi: "What is it?" Do you want me to help you find it? ”

Su Wanluo shook her head and smiled, "No." ”

Xia Wenshi: "Oh, then be careful. ”

Su Wanluo: "Okay, good night, senior." ”