In the second half of the night, there was a rumble, lightning and thunder.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

The handsome pot was woken up by the thunder, the thunder and lightning flashed, and the little monk next to him slept soundly, it seemed that he was bumpy all the way during the day and was tired.

Shuai Guo turned to the side and looked at the window.

When will the rain stop, according to this situation, it will not be able to go tomorrow.

Woowoo.......

He seemed to hear the crying, which was mixed with the sound of the rain, and said to himself, who wept there at night.

It's not really a ghost.

Lying on the bed, he didn't dare to move, only to hear the ghost intermittently say, "I'm dead... What a grievance... Yikes. ”

Through the white paper at the window of the door, he saw a figure floating outside, unable to see his face.

"Avenge me... Revenge..."

The handsome pot was frightened, holding the talisman in one hand, and whispered in his mouth, "Hurry up and give me the order, the demons and monsters are all gone..."

After a while.

Knock knock!

The knock on the door, one at a time, was very rhythmic, and the sound was not heavy, very light, but very eerie.

Don't knock, go to the next room and knock.

The painter who fell asleep in the room liked a ghost like you.

At this time, the little monk also woke up and said, "Big brother, someone is knocking on the door." ”

Shuai Guo quickly covered his mouth and whispered, "I heard it wrong, go to sleep." ”

The little monk whined a few times, which means that I heard it right, it was really someone knocking on the door.

Shuai Guo said in a deep voice: "That's a ghost!"

The only one who knocked on the door in the middle of the night was a ghost. The little monk was frightened and silent, and hid in the bed.

There are no ghosts in the world, only ghosts in people's hearts.

The lightning flashed and flashed, and the ghosts outside the house were sometimes there, sometimes not.

After a while, the handsome pot stopped chewing, it seemed that the ghost was gnawing something, didn't it know human flesh, who could it be.......? The more Shuai Guo thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he heard the ghost say, "I haven't tasted a living person for too long, it's too delicious, hahaha." ”

The rainy night was mixed with horrible laughter.

The ghost's chewing sound was too loud for it to hear.

Tear...

The ghost tore an arm and gnawed, and the ghost was already biting.

Shuai Guo prayed in his heart, please, leave early when you are full.

But the ghost, without the slightest intention of stopping, began to knock on the door.

Knock knock...

Shuai Guo only dared to hide in the quilt, and muttered in his heart: "God, what did I do to anger and resent, so you would punish me like this, demons and monsters, go away, I have nothing to eat, go away." The hand grabbed the little monk.

The little monk said in his heart, how big brother, he is more afraid than me.

The ghost outside the door, keep knocking.

Woohoo...

Outside the door, there was the barking of a howling dog, but it didn't take long for it to stop.

"Howling Dog, killed by a ghost. ”

Shuai Guo had to accept this fact, after so many years of relying on each other, you were actually killed by a ghost.

"No, I'm going to avenge you. However, the body did not listen to the command, as if frozen, motionless, frightened, and whispered: "Howling dog, I'm sorry for you, I can't avenge you, I ...... I am not worthy to be your master. ”

"I hope you can find a good master in the next life. ”

After a while, the sound of the ghost's footsteps leaving the ground was heard, looming.

Does the ghost have feet? If you can hear his footsteps, he must be a powerful demon.

Listening to that voice, it's like going to the next room.

"The ghost went to the painter's room, can the painter be all right? He is my task, if something happens to him, my mission will fail, and the twenty taels of silver will be returned at that time." As he spoke, he got up, but his foot was still trembling, and he could not put it in his shoes.

He thought again, it's useless for me to go, I can't win the ghost, and I will take my own life. Forget it, if the mission fails, it will fail, and when the ghost finishes eating the painter, I will be full, and I will be safe.

This shop is really scary than a black store, this is a ghost shop.

Thinking about it, he went back to bed.

A different perspective.

The painter woke up in the night, lit a candle, and went downstairs in a daze.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew and the candle went out.

Frightened, he plopped and fell to the ground, screaming in pain.

"There are no ghosts in this world, they are all scared of themselves. And with the help of lightning, he touched his room.

I pushed it a few times, but I didn't push it away.

"No, why is the door closed, I remember when I left, it was open. ”

There were a few knocks on the door.

At this time, a flash of lightning flashed, and he saw the house number clearly, and said in his heart, he went wrong, this is the little guard's room, and I live next door.

Lightning thundered, and he suddenly had a mischievous idea.

Leaning on the door, he adjusted his tone and said, "I'm dead... What a grievance... Yikes. ”

"Avenge me... Revenge..."

He began to knock on the door, knocked for a while, was hungry again, padded his feet, returned to the room, and took out the marinated mutton from the package.

The howling dog, lying under the bed, opened his eyes lazily, and noticed that the painter went out and entered the door, and did not pay much attention.

Suddenly, a scent came in.

That's the taste of meat.

The dog immediately got his spirits and ran out, watching the painter gnaw on a leg of mutton at the door of the handsome pot.

gnawed on the ground and was fragrant, and there were still words in his mouth.

After a while, the painter did not come a little bit, and the howling dog barked a few times.

When the portrait was seen, it was broken, and he couldn't be allowed to bark, and when he did, he was exposed, so he gave a little meat to the roaring dog.

After playing for a while, I got bored, so I went back to my room and went to sleep.

........

As soon as the day dawns.

Shuai Guo got up, didn't sleep all night, and was nervous with fear.

He said, "I have come to collect your corpses, and when you die, you will be a good ghost, not an evil ghost." And don't come to me, for every year on this day I will burn you silver. There's only so much I can do for you. ”

Gently opened the door, and when I looked at it, there was no blood, no body.

"The devil didn't have anything left to eat, not even a bit of skin left for them. ”

"Perhaps, the ghost was in the room and ate them. ”

Thinking about it, he walked carefully towards the next door, saw that the door was tightly closed, and pushed the door hard, but did not push it open.

"Who's so early?"

I only heard the voice of the painter in the room.

Shuai Guo blurted out excitedly, "You're not dead." Then he felt that he had said the wrong thing, and said, "It's me." ”

"How?"

"Let's go. ”

The door slowly opened, and the painter looked at the two panda eyes and said, "Your eyes ......"

The handsome pot sticker was put to his ear and whispered: "This inn has ghosts." ”

The painter looked puzzled and said, "You see it." ”

The handsome pot nodded wildly, and the painter remembered last night's prank, understood what was going on, and wanted to laugh but held back.

"What does that ghost look like?"

"I didn't see it too clearly. ”

"Male or female?"

"I didn't see it clearly. Shuai Guo thought about it, shook his head, and said, "But I heard his cannibalistic voice, and I can't live in this inn." Last night was a fluke, but tonight may not be. ”

The painter pointed out the house and said, "If you listen to the sound of the rain, it won't stop for a while.......

The rain was so heavy that the ground was wet, and the carriage was driving on the road, pressing a mud mark, maybe it would sink into the mud, and it would not be able to get up.

Only after the weather clears and the sun is basking for a day or two can you leave.

"But, this inn ......"

The painter smiled and interrupted: "That little monk, isn't it profound Buddhism, specializing in collecting demons and monsters? What are you afraid of?"

Shuai Guo whispered: "I'm just talking casually....." The voice became smaller and smaller, and he could only hear it himself.

The painter didn't hear clearly, and said, "What do you say?" ”

Nothing, and turned around and returned to the room, where the little monk sat cross-legged on the bed, meditating and chanting.

The painter straightened his clothes and went downstairs.

"Little Er!"

Xiao Er got up from under the counter, rubbed his eyes, both eyes were swollen, and said listlessly: "Guest officer, what are your orders?"

"You ...... eyes"

Xiao Erxin said, I can say that I am scared.

This inn was actually haunted, so frightened that he hid under the counter and didn't fall asleep all night.

"Eyes go into the sand and rub the ground. ”

The painter said, "Is there anything to eat?"

Xiao Er looked at the rain and said, "The chef hasn't come yet, I'm afraid I won't be able to come, this rain is too heavy, and the kitchen has some dishes." ”

"I can't do it. The painter said that his hand is painting, and he can't enter the kitchen or cook.

Xiao Er shook his head and said, "Then there is no way." ”

The painter's stomach croaked, and he opened his throat and shouted: "Handsome pot, can you cook?"

Dead horses are treated as live horse doctors.

Shuai Guo walked downstairs and said, "Cooking, cooking since I was a child, my forte." ”

The painter was very skeptical of his words. According to his understanding, this man did not have a reliable word.

Xiao Er stepped forward, stared at the handsome pot a few times, and said, "It's not handsome, why are you handsome, you are blind." ”

The handsome pot was angry, and I really wanted to insert the bamboo chopsticks into his throat, watch him fall to the ground, keep struggling and crying, and then slowly die of anger.