The Yin Qi is getting worse, and the door is suddenly knocked in the middle of the night. This is definitely not a good thing!
"Open the door!"
Hua Mulan gritted her teeth and said in a deep voice: "Such a heavy Yin Qi, I think it is very powerful. I am afraid that the Tianshi can't do anything to ask for your life. If it really wants to harm you, it will break in. It knocks on the door in the middle of the night. I am afraid it has something to ask you. It is better to let it in and see the situation first."
This is the only way for now.
I nodded, glanced at Zhang Bowen, and said slowly: "Most ghosts have deep resentment. No collision is allowed, otherwise they will be remembered. You'd better watch your mouth and do everything according to my eyes."
Zhang Bowen is a straightforward guy, a typical warrior, who has no control over his mouth. Once the blood is on his head, he will easily fight. I really don't feel at ease if I don't warn him. I let out a long breath when I see that he agreed, and went to open the door.
As soon as the door opened, a head wearing a green cap suddenly came in through the crack of the door. His face was pale, his upper and lower lips were as red as blood, and he grinned at me: "I am the storyteller of Sanqin. Does this young gentleman want to listen to a story?"
This line is so familiar!
I was stunned. I always felt that this scene seemed to have been heard somewhere before. For a while, I couldn't help but stand at the door and think carefully.
"Sir, do you want to listen to a story?"
At this time, the head that came in through the crack of the door asked me again, but this time the tone was not as good as the last time. The eyes looked straight at me, and a cold wind instantly hit me, freezing me all over.
Maybe it was because of the cold wind that I suddenly became much more sober, and finally remembered where I had seen such an opening line.
It was a book collection in my home, similar to "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" written by Pu Songling, which mainly wrote some folk strange texts and records. The book records a kind of ghost thing called a storyteller. This thing calls itself the Sanqin storyteller, because in ancient times, the Sanqin area was the most popular among storytellers, which is now Shaanxi. Shaanxi storytellers can be found all over the country, similar to the Western bards.
This storyteller was a storyteller in his lifetime, but because no one liked to listen to his stories, he died in frustration. So after his death, he caught people everywhere and asked them to listen to his stories for three or four days. During this time, he would entertain the person and repay the person, but if the person did not listen, he would strangle the person to death, put the body in his arms, and continue to tell stories until the person was left with only a pile of bones, and then leave to find the next target!
Sir, do you want to listen to a story?
The storyteller recorded in the book always asked the person it chose in this way at the beginning. Nod, then congratulations, you will become the guest of the storyteller, and you will have to listen to its stories for the rest of the time; shake your head, then it will strangle you to death on the spot!
This kind of dirty thing is not a ghost in the strict sense. It is just a kind of special spirit body formed by an obsession that refuses to dissipate for a long time. Because the obsession is too deep, deeper than that of a ghost, it is also much more terrifying than a ghost. Not to mention that it has a very heavy yin energy, unless it fulfills its wish and dissipates its obsession, even a heavenly master cannot disperse it, because it is originally an obsession. Even if it is dispersed, the obsession will not dissipate and will form again, and it will endlessly entangle the person who dares to attack it until the other person dies...
I stared at the head very close to me, and after realizing that it was a storyteller, I quickly squeezed out a smile on my face: "It is the best thing to have the honor to listen to the storyteller!"
As I said, I quickly opened the door!
As expected, as soon as I agreed to listen to its storytelling, the storyteller smiled again, and the gloomy wind that was entangled with me also dissipated at once. This thing quickly got in through the crack of the door.
Only then did I see clearly that it was wearing a navy blue jacket, a green leather cap on its head, and a long braid on its back. It was the standard dress of storytellers in the Qing Dynasty, but its jacket was covered with patches and looked quite shabby. I'm afraid it was not particularly well off when it was alive. This dress was probably what it wore when it died. After death, its obsession turned into a ghost, so it manifested on its body.
When the storyteller came in, he immediately bowed to me and said, "Please sit down for a while. My story is quite long, and I have to prepare some food for you guests. Wouldn't it be better for you to eat while listening to the story?"
I nodded repeatedly, turned my head and winked at Hua Mulan and Zhang Bowen, asking them to sit over. Hua Mulan and I were in tune with each other. She guessed that I probably knew what this thing was, so she sat down very straightforwardly. Zhang Bowen was confused. He pointed to his chest with a wry smile and said that he was recovering from his injury.
I mouthed to him, "Fuck you. You still care about your wound at this critical moment? Come here if you don't want to die!"
After that, in order to cheer him up, I sat on the bed without saying a word. The wound on my buttocks was pressed and I felt a heart-wrenching pain. A stream of hot liquid had already come out.
I know that the wound is bleeding.
But there is no way. I did this not to seek abuse. In ancient times, when others spoke, you had to sit upright and listen, which was a sign of respect and courtesy. This storyteller's obsession was so strong after his death that he turned into this ghost thing. Obviously, when he was alive, not only was no one listening to his stories, but he was also ridiculed and excluded everywhere. Otherwise, would he have to get recognition from others for such a strong obsession? It's a pitiful person. If I lie on the bed and listen to it, it will definitely be disrespectful to it. If it stimulates the most resentful point when he was alive, then I won't listen to this story. I might be strangled to death by it now!
Zhang Bowen saw that I was like this, so he could only sit up from the bed, grinning in pain, and came over to sit beside me with eager eyes. Hua Mulan also sat on my right side with a serious look like me.
At this time, the storyteller saw that we were all seated, and immediately, like a magic trick, he directly conjured up two plates and three teacups and placed them on the table. One of the two plates contained red bayberries, and the other contained plump and round melon seeds. The three teacups were also filled with steaming hot tea, which smelled quite fragrant. There were a few emerald green tea leaves floating on the top, two leaves and one bud, which were top-grade Longjing tea leaves.
The storyteller looked at me with a smile, moved a stool and sat opposite us, looking at the three of us expectantly: "Everyone, how about trying the food I prepared?"
I suddenly felt something was wrong in my heart. Looking at the things on the table, I felt indescribably strange. It was almost September, and there were still bayberries of such good quality? Everyone knew that bayberries were produced in the south of the Yangtze River, and the season for eating them was over. Artificially cultivated ones were all sour and astringent, and they would not grow like this. Moreover, this thing is not easy to preserve and will go bad in a few days. It is not a rare thing in the Jiangnan area, but Shanxi is located in the north, so it is difficult to eat it. It is very difficult to see. If it is of this quality, it is simply not available in the entire Taiyuan city! !
I muttered in my heart, I am afraid that the food that the storyteller brought out is not a serious thing. I have heard my father say such a thing before. Ghosts can't bring good things to entertain people. They are all illusions. One of his friends passed by a mass grave and was invited to dinner by a fierce ghost. Looking at the big fish and meat, they were actually dead cats and dead mice. This kind of illusion is also called ghost covering the eyes. You can see what the ingredients are by using Taoist magic to move your eyes.
I don't know if murderous aura is useful?
I thought silently in my heart and began to control the murderous aura in my body to rush to my eyes. My eyes turned red and I immediately saw what was on the table. I almost vomited at that time! !
That plate of bayberries was nothing but slugs, wriggling together, so disgusting.
That plate of melon seeds was full of grasshoppers!!
As for the tea, it was even more disgusting. Not only was it dirty water, but the tea leaves floating in it were actually living tadpoles, swimming in the water...
Hua Mulan had obviously discovered the situation in the plate, so she didn't do anything.
My face was stiff, and I forced a smile to the storyteller: "I ate a lot for dinner, so it doesn't matter if I don't eat snacks. Sir, please tell me a story quickly. I'm very curious about your story."
It would have been better if I hadn't said this. As soon as I said this, the storyteller's face sank, and a strong yin energy enveloped me, freezing me numbly. The storyteller was even more murderous, and a pair of hands had already reached out to my neck: "What? Is the snack I carefully prepared for you not to your taste?"