Wu Liang didn't pay attention to the angry Gongsun Shaojin, he slowly stood up, grabbed the teacup on the table, and took a sip. After telling the story for a long time, he was a little thirsty.

Wu Liang saw that Gongsun Shaojin was really angry, so he was in a hurry and coaxed Gongsun Shaojin sweetly, but Gongsun Shaojin pouted and refused to pay attention to him, but he was sulking by himself.

Wu Liang showed all his slackness, and finally made Gongsun shake the gold into tears and laugh, and changed his mind.

Gongsun Shaojin said solemnly: "Brother Wu Liang, people will give you another chance, if you are shameless again, people will no longer pay attention to you!"

"You're satisfied this time!" Wu Liang wiped the cold sweat from his head and told Gongsun Shaojin a story of "Heart-Eating Zombie".

"On a summer night, the rain was pouring down and the thunder was rolling down, as if it were about to tear the earth apart and shatter the soul of man.

In the mountain trail, a young scholar in a cloth coat led a small donkey and walked hard between the mountain trails.

The scholar was soaked up and down, like a chicken in soup, hanging his head, walking in the mud with one foot deep and one foot shallow. In his left hand he was holding a small donkey with a dark coat carrying a bookcase on its back. The donkey, like its owner, walked limpily forward with its long ears drooping.

The scholar looked at the soaked donkey and coaxed: "Good donkey, good donkey, go quickly! When you find the inn, I will feed you fish, meat, and chicken legs!"

The donkey glanced at the scholar, quite dissatisfied, and secretly said in his heart: "If I could speak, I would definitely scold you to death! Don't think that if you read too much, you can deceive me! Although I am a donkey, I am not stupid!"

"Brother Wu Liang, how can a donkey speak Henan?" asked Gongsun Shaojin curiously.

"Henan mile! This is a Henan god donkey!" Wu Liang is proficient in various local dialects and knows everything, so the Henan god donkey appeared.

Wu Liang continued: "The scholar pulled the donkey and walked another mile, and when the thunder struck and the lightning flashed, an ancient temple appeared in front of him. The scholar was overjoyed, pulled the little donkey and ran to the temple, and was about to enter the temple to take shelter from the rain.

But the donkey's temper was offended, and he refused to enter the temple. The scholar pushed and pushed, pulled and pulled, kicked and beaten, and scolded angrily: "Brute, is it true that you have a strong temper again? When this son enters the capital, meets the saint, and becomes an official and a knight, he will definitely disembowel you and make you into donkey meat!"

The donkey kicked violently, kicked his master three feet away, and ran away without looking back. The donkey secretly said in his heart: "Gua Wazi! cut the temple and wait to cut it to death." There are monsters in the temple, so labor and management don't go to death!".

"Why did the donkey change his Sichuan dialect again?" asked Gongsun Shaojin again.

"Hey, hey, hey Wu Liang scratched his head and chuckled.

"Oh!" Gongsun Shaojin nodded slightly, obviously noncommittal.

Wu Liang picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, moistened his throat, and continued to tell his story:

The scholar's body was weak, and he was kicked out of the three feet by the donkey, and his heart was so painful that his three internal organs were almost kicked out of position, and he lay in the muddy water for a long time before he could recover his strength.

The scholar got up from the muddy water with a snort, and when he saw that the donkey had fled, he couldn't help beating his chest, regretting it, and crying loudly.

The scholar was born in a poor family, and his father was a captain under Emperor Guangwu of the Han Dynasty.

The scholar's mother was a virtuous and virtuous woman, and after her husband died in battle, the court did not give her a pension.

She is just a weak woman, resolutely took on the responsibility of the family and raised her young son alone.

She eats her own chaff, gives a small amount of vegetables to scholars to eat, teaches her children to read and write, and is diligent and thrifty.

When Shulong was seventeen or eighteen years old, Liu Xiu, Emperor Guangwu of the Han Dynasty, had basically pacified the world and revived the Han Dynasty.

Liu Xiu was a virtuous monarch who wanted to revive the prestige of the Han Dynasty, and he sent troops to defeat the Xiongnu who invaded the border, and at the same time issued a "recruitment order", which attracted a large number of scholars.

The scholar was also confused by fame and fortune, packed his bags, and went to Luoyang to seek officials. All his coils, clothes, and books were on the donkey's back, and now that the donkey has run away, how can he go on the road in the future?

The scholar stood in the muddy water and cried loudly, so cruel that he could not die. He didn't dare to go home, he didn't have the face to go back, what could he do to face his mother who had high hopes for him!

"Boom!", a thunderbolt exploded in mid-air, frightening the scholar to get up from the muddy water, and then raindrops the size of soybeans fell densely, and the scholar was drenched into a soup chicken.

The scholar was helpless, holding his head, and ran towards the ruined temple like crazy.

The black lights of the Daxiong Treasure Hall are blind, and you can't see anything.

The scholar took out the fire knife and flint he carried with him, and lit the two candles on the offering table.

By the dim light, the scholar was horrified to find that the hall was full of dead bodies. The dead were men and women, old and young. There are not only black-bearded Taoists with fluttering sleeves, but also old monks with white beards and wrinkled faces. A sturdy man at the end of the outfit, a rich boy in gorgeous clothes, a young girl, and an old man, all of them.

They have two things in common, one is that they have blades and hidden weapons on their hands, and they are obviously all martial arts people. The second is that their faces are full of horror, a big hole has been made in their chests, and their hearts are missing.

The scholar's heart beat suddenly, and he was so frightened by the strange and terrifying scene in front of him that his hands and feet were numb, and he couldn't move, and shouted in his heart: "I'm going to die!

At this moment, an even more strange scene appeared, a red lacquered coffin was placed in the corner of the main hall, with cinnabar yellow charms pasted on it, and the four corners of the coffin were still chained and hung on the pillar.

The scholar was so frightened that he stood up, turned around and ran out of the temple.

The scholar was just about to step out of the main hall when a soft girl's voice came from the coffin: "Come here!

As if he had been hit by a magic barrier, the scholar replied, "Yes!" and his body ran towards the coffin uncontrollably.

The scholar tore off the yellow talisman attached to the coffin, tore off the chain, and lifted the lid of the coffin.

A red light flew out of the coffin, and a young girl dressed in red with bright eyes and bright teeth stood in the main hall, looking at the scholar with a smile. The cherry mouth suddenly grew two large fangs, and the jade fingers, which were as white as green onions, also grew curved nails more than an inch long, which looked extremely hideous in the candlelight.

Rainy night!

Barren!

Broken temple!

Corpse!

Weird girl!

The scholar was so frightened that he was incontinent, and he sat on the ground, unable to move, looking at the strange girl in despair.

The girl glanced at the scholar and ignored it, but pointed to the dead corpses all over the ground and laughed: "The monk of the White Horse Temple, the mysterious old road of Longhu Mountain, the dragon girl of Tianshan Willow Drifting, the black and white impermanence of the ghost sorrowful stream, the sword Pingjiang Leng Xuefeng, the Kunlun Double Eagle, the Tianchi Dulong, even if you can hurt and trap your aunt and grandmother, but you are not dead in the hands of this girl, your heart is really delicious!

The scholar said secretly: "It turned out to be a heart-eating ghost, I want a way to escape!" The scholar took advantage of the female ghost's inattention, and quietly and slowly walked out of the door.

As soon as the scholar walked out of the threshold, the girl smiled and said, "Little brother, where are you going?"

"Fairy girl, I'm sorry to disturb your rest! I'll leave first if it's okay!hehe!" The scholar smiled bitterly with a cold heart.

"Hehe, little brother, this girl wants to thank you, if you don't help me, I will be trapped in the coffin sooner or later. The girl chuckled.

"No thanks, can I go?" the scholar asked in fear.

The girl's face sank, revealing her true colors, and she smiled fiercely: "Since you are a great person, then I will fulfill you! I am injured now, great man, lend me your heart to heal!"

"Girl, I still have my eighty-year-old mother at home, and there is no one to support me, so you can let me go! Please, let me go like a fart!" The scholar wept bitterly and kowtowed desperately.

"No, I have to eat people's hearts right away. Otherwise, he will explode and die, and there will be no corpse. You can die in peace!" the girl stretched out her long claws and stabbed the scholar in the chest.

The scholar screamed in pain, bleeding all over the ground, and fell to his head and died.

The girl took out the scholar's fresh heart, stuffed it into her mouth and chewed it, eating it with relish.

Wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, the girl chuckled, swept out of the ruined temple like a ghost, and disappeared into the forest.

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