"Do you want us to pretend to be ghosts and go to the Ten Kings Hall to scare Zhu Erdan?" As soon as Wang Wenyuan's words fell, a scholar directly exclaimed.

Wang Wenyuan saw that everyone's wine was a little clear, and there was hesitation on his face, so he said the idea that had been planned in his belly: "Our literary society has been established for so many years, and there has never been a leader. When you say it, it makes people laugh. The so-called literature is not the first, everyone is a well-educated person... Having said this, Wang Wenyuan was a little sorry for himself, and covered the wine glass in his hand downward, indicating that he had no intention of saying this, and he must not be struck by thunder and thunder.

"When it comes to reciting poetry and making sentences, it is difficult to distinguish between them. This Jurdan has always been bold, and everyone knows it. Today, everyone might as well make an oath, who can scare this Zhu Erdan into peeing his pants. Then who will be the head of our literary society in the future. ”

Wang Wenyuan is like this.

Everyone was a little excited.

Although their so-called literary society, it may be more appropriate to call it a tea party, a food and wine team, and the like. But as the saying goes, it is better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of an ox.

There are also more than a dozen people in this small literary society, who have become the heads of this group of people, how majestic is it to say it?

"Brother Wang's idea is good, since it is a competition, it can't be without color. It is better to take out twenty taels of silver privately. If anyone accomplishes this, the twenty taels of silver will be used as a lottery head and given to the new big brother together. "In the crowd, there is such a person, wearing silk and satin, but his face is sallow, and his face is not just stained with something, it is full of black spots, which looks a little dirty.

Dirty is dirty, but people are really rich.

The family is a silver shop, my surname is Huang, and my name is Jintang. Both parents died, and now it is my brother and sister-in-law who are in charge. Although the application of food and clothing has never been disadvantaged, after all, it is not easy to manage the same generation.

Every day, I mingle with these people from the literary society, eat and drink, and people who are almost twenty years old are not doing anything right.

As soon as the Golden Hall opened, the atmosphere suddenly became more enthusiastic.

The head of the literary society is just a false name, and the twenty taels of silver are solid benefits.

It was lively and lively, and everyone rushed towards the Ten Kings Palace, and they were afraid that it would be too late, Zhu Erdan was so stupid and bold that he had already carried the statue of the judge and walked back.

Let's say that the Ten Kings Hall in Lingyang City is notoriously weird, and this hall is not only when it started, but also has no temple in the hall, only an old man who guards and cleans. It is said that the Ten Kings Hall is erected here to suppress those lonely ghosts and ghosts, and prevent them from running into the city and harming the people in the city.

The statues of ghosts and gods enshrined in the temple are all carved from gloomy wood and decorated with lifelike makeup. In the east corridor of the main hall, there was a standing judge, with a green face and a red beard, and his appearance was particularly hideous and vicious. The sound of interrogation and torture could be heard in the corridors at night. Whoever enters the temple is terrified.

Let's not mention Jinjintang and Wang Wenyuan's side.

Turn back to Jurdan here.

Zhu Erdan took advantage of the wine and ran wildly for a mile, and when he arrived at the Temple of the Ten Kings, he was already sweating.

As soon as the cold wind blew, the whole person also woke up slightly.

A clapping of hands and a stomp of the feet, broken!

It's ridiculous to say yes.

There are gods in the so-called three feet above their heads, and the Bodhisattvas in this temple are kind and kind-eyed, and they can't be easily punished. The judges in the palace of the ten kings, that is viciously tight, carry it back like this, then it is not a crime to die?

Zhu Erdan turned around the door twice, wanting to leave.

But he was afraid of losing face in front of everyone, so he hesitated left and right.

As soon as I was heartbroken, I decided to go first and have a look.

In the Hall of the Ten Kings, it was pitch black, and there was usually no incense, which seemed a little deserted.

Walking down the hallway, Jurdan tightened his clothes, feeling that his back was always cold.

Touching his ears, he always felt that someone was blowing cool air in his ear.

Zhu Erdan secretly said in his heart that it was not good, I am afraid that this is a ghost.

I often hear the old man say that there are three fires in the body, and when the three fires are there, the yang energy is strong. Ordinary little ghosts don't dare to entangle, so they can only make some movement behind them, and when people turn around and blow out the fire on their shoulders, and the yang energy is weak, they can take the opportunity to get on their bodies.

How else to say that Zhu Erdan's list is big!

When ordinary people encounter this situation, even if they are not frightened, they will not be able to walk at this moment.

But although Zhu Erdan's steps were a little heavier, he still walked very firmly towards the main hall.

Since they have come here, there is no reason to go back empty-handed.

When I will carry a judge on my back, I don't believe that those little ghosts will still come to entangle.

Passing through the corridor and pushing open the main entrance of the main hall, a yin wind followed and sent in, the wind was like a pedestrian shuttling, pushing Zhu Erdan forward, and his footsteps could not stop at all, like when the crowd was crowded.

Click!

The door of the main hall was suddenly closed again.

Zhu Erdan stood in the middle of the main hall, and the ten halls of Yama were lined up on both sides.

I saw a ghost fire suddenly ignited and floated in mid-air.

Then there was the sound of whipping, followed by a ghost cry, which pierced the heart and made Jurdan feel dizzy and vomiting.

At the same time, memories that did not belong to him suddenly began to flood into his mind.

In my memory, there was a person who burned, killed, looted, and did all kinds of evil.

Even young children and the elderly are spared.

In the end, he was arrested by the government, and it was inevitable that he would be stabbed at the mouth of the vegetable market.

Seeing this, Zhu Erdan couldn't help but say happily: "Full of evil, you should be killed!"

As soon as the words fell, I heard a 'click' sound from the side.

Above the floor, there seemed to be a black liquid flowing from the floor, like blood. If you look closely, there is moonlight, but there is nothing.

Jurdan was still dazed, when he heard a cry for mercy and whipping.

There seemed to be a lot of sound in my ears.

Some are begging for mercy, some are evil threats, and some are inducements.

It's just that these sounds are mixed together, but they all make Zhu Erdan inaudible, and they buzz into a mess.

Syllable!

It was like the sound of a startling tree, and it was like the sound of thunder.

All the cacophony is gone.

The whole hall fell silent again.

Not long after, there was a series of footsteps, which were originally very light and faint, but when they fell on Zhu Erdan's ears at this moment, it was very obvious.

In a panic, Zhu Erdan found a statue of Yama and hid behind the statue of Yama.

As soon as he ducked, he saw a group of people, most of whom were white-faced, disheveled, and dressed in strange clothes, and they all walked in.

"Aren't you cowardly?" whispered a man dressed in a bright red robe, with a branch on his head, who looked more like a madman than a ghost.

"Jurdan has never lied, and since he said he was coming, he would definitely come. It must be that we are faster, and he is still behind us. Hide first, hide... Another guy with a thick blush on his face and eyebrows said.

It's just that the voice is falling. A gust of wind swept through the hall for no reason.

The entire hall suddenly returned to its original dead silence.

All the people who pretended to be gods and ghosts were so stiff that they no longer spoke, but were neatly divided into two columns, and stood on both sides of the main hall, and stood under the statue of the god Yama in the ten halls. The expressions on his faces also looked a little weird.

The dress is so funny, but it gives people a serious and solemn feeling.