"It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that the mourning needle of 20 years ago has reappeared in the rivers and lakes. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "A storyteller in his forties dances and speaks vividly. A group of young people sat around the table, listening with relish.

"What is a mourning needle?" asked a young man.

"Hidden weapon" Mr. Storyteller responded.

Another young man asked, "What is the hidden weapon?"

When Mr. Storyteller saw the expressions of these people, his cheeks suddenly turned blue with anger, and after two breaths, he slapped the table suddenly, "A hidden weapon is a hidden weapon, where is there so much nonsense." ”

He was a teenager, sitting at the table and listening carefully to the storyteller's storytelling, and when he saw this embarrassing scene, he said: "Sir, did the hidden weapon quietly throw something and hit each other during the fight?"

The storyteller was overjoyed: "That's it—that's it."

"Please go on, sir. ”

"The funeral needle is a very thin steel needle, the size of the embroidery needle. If a person is pricked by this needle, the whole family will die. As the saying goes, if one person is poisoned, all the people will be mourned, hence the name. As soon as the storyteller finished speaking, he heard a lot of people sitting around.

"You know bragging, what poison can be so powerful. ”

"You said that a poisonous needle stabbed a person, what does it have to do with his family?"

Seeing this situation, it was difficult for the story to arouse everyone's interest, but the story had to be finished, so he slapped the table again, and the old man rang out, and raised his voice, "Let's put it simply, for example, there are three brothers in the family, the eldest and the second go to the field behind the mountain to do farm work, but the third brother was pricked by a funeral needle while doing housework at home, and the three brothers were poisoned by the poison on the poison needle." ”

"Could it be that the hidden weapon will not turn around, it is pure nonsense. Let's disperse. One young man's voice was loud, and the others dispersed.

The storyteller shouted in a loud voice, "Hey, come back, listen to the story, I haven't paid yet." ”

Soon after, a man shouted, "In the ravine over there, a snake demon was killed by thunder." ”

The storyteller complained in his mouth: "A group of illiterate, where are the demons, talking nonsense." ”