He was ridiculed for being a storyteller who loved to be cautious. He obviously had some bad intentions, like he had a lot to say, otherwise he would be suffocated in his heart.

In a blink of an eye, he said jokingly to Li Shuishan: "I'll let you go and see if you have any findings." It's not that you want to covet other people's beauty. ”

"That's not it. Li Shuishan's face stiffened, and when he heard this, he was extremely unhappy.

Obviously, a storyteller has 10,000 stories in his mouth and 10,000 different lives. It is easier to say that a good thing is bad and a dead thing is alive. He doesn't have other skills, but he still has this ability.

The words of joking are like commonplace, and they are pinched by hand. A handful of looks.

Instead, I didn't want to continue listening to the storyteller.

When he came out, he lit the oil lamp. It is said that there will be some good guests, under the dark clouds in the sky, find a place to hide from the rain and wait for the dawn.

Before the rain fell, it was a little wet. However, it was not time for rain, and the morning dew had not yet risen.

The storyteller blew the dust from the wooden bench with his mouth, wiped it with his hand, and sat down.

Feeling a little anxious in the air, he began what he loved to do

Tell a story.

He talked about his past, and he told a story about the little son.

He twisted his tone and said: "At that time, there were no rumors of mercy for yin and yang.

There was a little woman who, on her wedding night, had her husband dead in the house, her face was pale and her body was twisted.

In that place, few families died on their wedding night. Once she died, she was called 'Mrs. Ke' by other people's families. She has the most affection in her life, but she was planted in the hands of a matchmaker. Parents just follow the rules and call them 'the right people'.

She said that she was a good woman in the boudoir, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. There is also a wonderful poem, which can be sung by a crowd in the city.

But no one knew that the person who wrote the poem was this woman.

Because of the sentence 'welling up in my heart, I hope to return to the boudoir.' Let the city think that the little boy was moved, and found out the woman who wrote the poem.

The little boy Yushu looks like the wind, but I don't know how many little women are waiting for him, lingering by the river, and the smoke and rain are like a sea.

And he was only obsessed with the woman who wrote poetry, and finally he was talented and dedicated to his face.

Just because of the meeting, the woman who died her husband was favored by the little son.

The little son's family did not agree, so he eloped and left, and got married again.

However, on this night, the little boy also died. ”

Li Shuishan asked, "Could it really be Kefu's person?"

This story sounded a little ridiculous to him, not only because a good woman wrote good poems, but that the son put down his heart to him and loved a woman completely, just like what was written in a book.

The storyteller shook his head and said, "No. ”

"What's that?" Li Shuishan was curious.

The storyteller didn't sell Guan Zi either, and said: "The woman has the soul of a ghost fox on her body. Once you have sex with others, you will suck the essence of others. The process of sucking would not stop until the man lost his life. ”

Li Shuishan understood.

The storyteller pointed to the portrait that Li Shuishan saw there, and said unnaturally: "It is possible to keep an extra eye when you are sleeping." So that you don't turn your head and see a beautiful woman next to you, naked, smiling at you, exhaling a breath that will make you stunted. ”

"In a dilapidated house, there are often some sneaky things coming out. There may be a woman in this painting, hungry for your spirit. ”

deliberately scared Li Shuishan's words, which made his body have goosebumps.

Suddenly, he didn't want to go inside to sleep, and willingly curled up beside the storyteller.

......

A gust of wind swept by, blowing through the worn paper windows, and a little wind blew through the ankles of the two of them.

The sleeping storyteller, with his ears psychic, did not see any clues.

Li Shuishan was still asleep, and he didn't notice it at all.

The flower cat was the first to open its eyes, lick its paws, and just look out the window.

"Wake up, wake up, there's a good thing coming. ”

Li Shuishan was curled by the cat's tongue and ears, thinking that there was one more monster that could devour him, and he didn't look back.

"What's the matter?" he asked, confused.

"Nothing, it's just ....." Li Shuishan looked around the room and glanced at the window a few times. The door was tightly closed, and the oil lamp was not broken, emitting the smell of oil and fire.

The flower cat ran to the foot of Li Shuishan.

The storyteller's ears moved, and he opened his eyes wonderfully, and said, "Here comes the guest." ”

He brushed aside the cloth in his hand and took out the long sword, and the sword light flashed in the air with the moonlight. Facing the window, it was empty, and he said as if he hadn't woken up: "Sword out." ”

As if by magic, the sword flew out and circled in the air, as if it did not obey the call.

I spun around, stabbed through the window paper, and flew out.

Li Shuishan was startled by the storyteller's silent movements, jumped up instead, and ran out with the storyteller who had already left.

He said, "Wait for me." ”

He wished he had one more leg so that he could keep up with the storyteller who usually walked like an old turtle. This time, how fast it was, swept up the fog in the sky, and flew away. Not a single trace was left.

He didn't know in his heart that there were 10,000 unhappy runs.

The storyteller's legs and feet were extremely sharp, and the long sword flew around in the darkness of the night, as if following a fleeing murderer. This night, Li Shuishan couldn't see anything messy, just that there were unknown things running behind him from time to time.

The moment he turned around, the thing was like a puff of air.

Gone.

Li Shuishan looked nervous, and pulled out the small bamboo pole he brought in his hand, feeling uneasy.

In his heart, he said, "Storyteller, where are you?"

It turned out to be a somewhat timid person, and his heart was a little rolled. Now it is suspected that the storyteller deliberately abandoned him, leaving him in this place to be persecuted by some demons.

After waiting for a while, there was no movement.

Let go of the distractions in my heart, and turn my head to return to the broken house.

......

In the house, he sat on a wooden stool. The cat was long gone, and he was left alone in the empty room.

The picture scroll in the middle of the house is like a vivid one, and the plane is swollen with an extra protruding point. This point has a slender finger and rounded nails. Between breaths, a woman stretched out her jade hand and landed on her toes. Her expression was a little confused, like a girl who didn't know the fireworks in the world.

But in the end, he stood firm, looked at Li Shuishan's back, and walked barefoot.

Her expression was distorted, with the pain of the years.

The dust in the room was blown away around her.

Step by step, there is a cool atmosphere around it, and the appearance of the lotus is a piece with a gray tone. He stomped very slowly, rolled up his clothes and walked to another house.

Seeing a young man in a green robe, there were a few more tears in his eyes.

She got behind Li Shuishan, stretched out Bai Xuan's finger, and gently put it on Li Shuishan's shoulder.

From a distance, Chu Chu is moving.

"For more than ten years, no one came, and I forgot that I could still live, and I didn't even know that I could sleep in the world in the painting. When I get a good night's sleep, I can forget my painful memories, but when I wake up, I think of my dead father. How long will I have to wait. ”

He looked at Li Shuishan looking out of the door, the transparent tears in the corners of his eyes slid down on his shoulders, invisible, but there was a trace of coldness.

This coldness, there is some penetrating power, concentrated between a person's feelings. Through Li Shuishan's green robe, it fell on his skin. A little, he moved in distress and touched it lightly with his hand.

"Can you see me?" she asked softly.

Li Shuishan did not agree.

"I know it's going to be like this, but I'm still like that. ”

It's just like an ordinary woman complaining, with tears in the corners of her eyes.

"I know that I can't get close to the mortal body, otherwise the yin energy in my body will devour you, making you a person like me who no one knows and no one feels sorry for. ”

"How long has it been since no one has been in the house, and has seen my face for so long, how long will I have to wait but that Taoist? ”

The sweat on Li Shuishan's head was low, and the cold breath in his heart rose.

From time to time, he muttered in his heart: "I haven't done anything bad, don't let me become a lonely ghost." ”

Just because he is not a Taoist priest holding a peachwood sword, he patted the demon in his pocket and recited a few incantations, and this soul will fall into his bag along the water.

And the small bamboo pole he held in his hand was straight for the first time, and his back was also straight, similar to the little practitioner who learned to walk in the horse, and felt the cold feeling from his shoulders across the top of his head.

He couldn't help but let out a sneezing and said, "It's a little cold, it's really embarrassing." ”

The woman withdrew her palm, and there were doubts in her heart.

For the first time, she restrained the desire in her heart, and she did not let go of her hand.

"Maybe this person is not the person I am waiting for, and the person I am waiting for should be able to see me and solve my doubts and end my life's suffering. ”

"Daoist, where is the person you are talking about?"

"It's too much. She reminded herself.

"This is my house, and a few passing guests have come to spend the night. If I was like the Taoist in front of me, I looked like an ordinary person, and I could reach out and clamp the power in my body and trap me in a corner of the room. ”

He missed some of the things the man had told him.

Just as she wanted to return to the painting, Li Shuishan's call came from behind the woman.

"Woman, please stay. ”

Li Shuishan turned around and looked at the barefoot woman. When I think of what the storyteller said, my heart trembles a little.

The woman was frightened, covered her face with her hands, and showed two eyes looking at Li Shuishan's pale face.

"It's a bit bad to shout like that. Li Shuishan muttered.

Moreover, an old figure appeared, with light steps, with a posture like the wind, and a flexible body, and landed in front of the door. Holding the long sword in his hand, a bulging thing wrapped in the green cloth.

The cat walked into the room and made a buzzing sound.

As the storyteller took a step closer to the woman's side, he said, "Where are you from?"