My hair stood on end at that moment. I had never expected this ghost to be so fierce and would attack at the slightest disagreement!
This kind of thing is much more difficult to deal with than the Sheqing Ghost. Even if we invite the ghost king from the underworld, it is impossible to disperse it. With the current level of the three of us...
I thought about it and finally decided to compromise. Seeing that thing's hand was about to pinch my neck, I shouted at that time: "Eat! I'll eat it now!"
The storyteller smiled again, took back his hand and sat on the bench opposite me, looking at me expectantly: "Try it quickly, try it quickly, it's all the freshest."
It must be fresh, they are all fucking alive! !
I felt nauseous and took another look at the things on the table. I gritted my teeth - forget it, it's been forced to this point, can I not eat it? Eating a bug is always better than losing my life, at worst I can be Bear Grylls again!
As the saying goes, choose the lesser of two evils. I looked at the slugs and grasshoppers on the table and finally decided to choose the grasshopper. I have eaten this thing before, but it was not alive, but fried. I have a buddy in college who is from Guangdong. Guangdong people are famous for their ability to eat and dare to eat. Their ancestors were like this. They always ate some strange things, such as dragon and tiger fighting, fried grasshoppers and roasted silkworm pupae. I also ate a fried grasshopper with him. The taste was not disgusting. It tasted the same as KFC spicy chicken wings, crunchy!
At the moment, looking at the grasshopper on the plate still moving around, I thought about it and finally withdrew my murderous intent. If I really had to look at the grasshopper like this and stuff it into my mouth, I really couldn't put it in. It would be better to be blinded by a ghost and eat it as melon seeds.
As soon as the murderous intent was removed, as expected, the plate of grasshoppers turned into melon seeds in my eyes. I suppressed my nausea and stuffed one into my mouth as if I was going to the execution ground. I chewed it into pieces with two "crunch, crunch" bites and swallowed it all in my stomach. I picked up the teacup and took a sip of water. As for the tea leaves, I didn't dare to touch them because they were just living tadpoles!
Not to mention, after the ghost covered my eyes, not only did those things look different, but even the taste and aroma were similar to melon seeds and Longjing tea.
At the end, in order to appease the storyteller, I gave it a thumbs up: "Fragrant, really fragrant!"
So the storyteller was even happier and looked at Hua Mulan with expectation. Hua Mulan simply, like me, silently pinched a "melon seed" and put it into her mouth, and drank a sip of "Longjing".
"Brother, try it!"
The storyteller looked at Zhang Bowen with a smile, and directly took the plate of "Yangmei" and brought it to Zhang Bowen.
Zhang Bowen was also a ruthless fellow. Seeing that the storyteller didn't seem to want to hurt anyone, he suddenly became bolder. He didn't know that he was blinded by a ghost. He picked up a "Yangmei" and stuffed it into his mouth. He chewed it with a smacking sound, and his mouth was full of juice. He also kept giving the storyteller a thumbs up. Finally, he simply snatched the plate and ate it one by one like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit. In the blink of an eye, he ate the plate of slugs cleanly. In the end, he picked up the "tea" and drank it all in one gulp, including the tea leaves and water. Hua Mulan and I were dumbfounded.
Ignorance is really fearless. He can eat and drink ghost food so happily. He really thinks he is drinking with friends. He drinks with deep feelings...
I am too lazy to pay attention to this reckless man. I turned my head to look at the storyteller and said, "Sir, can you tell your story now? I can't wait."
"Okay, let's start now!"
The storyteller seemed to be particularly satisfied with the performance of the three of us. He kept smiling on his face and told his story.
What he told me was actually the old story of the storyteller - Qi Shaobao's fight against the Japanese pirates in Putian, Fujian.
Qi Shaobao, also known as Qi Jiguang, this story mainly tells about Qi Jiguang's deeds of defeating the Japanese pirates in Putian, Fujian.
To be honest, he told it really well, with rich voice and emotion. It is definitely a good lesson for some people who are interested in history. Combining the folk legends and official historical records of the year with his personal conjecture, it is quite attractive. Maybe if he writes a book, he may really become a local master!
However, his praise for the Ming Dynasty and the Han Dynasty was too blatant...
I sighed softly, and finally understood why this man was so frustrated that he finally depressed himself to death.
Judging from his clothes, he should have lived in the Qing Dynasty. As we all know, the rule of the Aisin-Gioro clan over the Han people during the Qing Dynasty was enslaving, not as beautiful as it is shown in many TV dramas nowadays, such as "Kangxi's Secret Visits" and the harem. The traces of beautification are too heavy. However, those who have really read history know that history is not so kind and benevolent. It has always been bloody!
When the Qing Dynasty entered the pass, the "Ten Days of Yangzhou" and the "Three Massacres of Jiading" caused great harm to the Han people. After they took control of the country, they started the bloody policy of "keep your hair but lose your head, keep your head but lose your hair". Once the order was issued, how many heads fell to the ground? Therefore, the resistance of the people never stopped, and the banner of "anti-Qing and restoration of Ming" was always held high. Therefore, the Qing government at that time was very taboo about the affairs of the previous dynasty. Apart from other things, just because this storyteller praised the Ming Dynasty in his words and deeds, he was immediately labeled as an "anti-Qing and restoration of Ming" element, and he would be beheaded and his entire family would be executed. Whoever was close to him would be unlucky. Who would dare to listen to his stories? I guess at that time, as soon as he entered the restaurant and was about to tell a story, he would be kicked out by the restaurant owner. No matter how good you tell it, it would be useless. It means that the affairs of the Ming Dynasty were taboos at that time. No one would be dragged to the vegetable market by the Qing government and beheaded for listening to a story. His fate can be imagined-no one likes him!
When he died and became a storyteller, the Qing Dynasty would have been destroyed by then. In modern times, there were wars everywhere, and the storytelling culture in the streets had long been finished. Who the hell has the time to listen to it? Not to mention in the contemporary era, you talk about a yellow paragraph, and some people are willing to support the show. You are willing to talk about history, and you are also wearing history. Nian has never been released. I am afraid that in the past few hundred years, people who have not been died and refused to listen to stories. This is so heavy ... I have not had much fear and hatred in my heart. Some of them are just compassion. It can be considered a good thing! Who knew that just when I was thinking about it, a clear female voice suddenly sounded outside the door - "Ge Tianzhong, are you okay? Why was there such a big noise here just now!"
It was the voice of the little nurse Su Su. I was afraid that the noise I made when I killed the girl in the well just now alarmed the little girl, so she came to see!
I secretly cried out that it was not good at the time. This storyteller hates others interrupting it when it is telling a story, which will arouse its resentment!
At that moment, I secretly glanced at the storyteller, and sure enough, the smile on his face had disappeared, and his eyes were full of resentment...
I suddenly had an idea, and hurriedly said to the storyteller: "Haha, attracted by your good story, another person came to listen to your story! What do you think, sir, how about I invite her in to listen to your story together? It's more lively when there are more people!"
The resentment in the storyteller's eyes finally disappeared, and his face was full of surprise: "Really? Then invite her in!"
In order to save the life of this reckless little girl, I didn't care about the pain in my butt, and got up and limped. I opened the door and went out. Su Su was at the door of the ward. When she saw me coming out, she frowned: "Why did you run out? You can't move the wound on your body!"
"Don't talk nonsense!"
At this time, I couldn't care so much. I glared at Su Su fiercely, and then lowered my voice and said: "If you don't want to die, you will come with me to the ward in a while. Remember, you are not allowed to talk or move around after entering. Just sit next to me. When the sun rises, maybe our lives can be saved!"
After that, I dragged Su Su to the ward without saying a word.
As soon as she entered the ward, Su Su was frightened when she saw the storyteller and was about to scream. In fact, it was no wonder. The storyteller was wearing ancient clothes, his face was pale, and his mouth was as if covered with blood. People with weak nerves would be scared to collapse when they saw him, let alone a little girl. Fortunately, I was quick to cover Susu's mouth in time, otherwise it would be over if she screamed. If the storyteller saw the clue, I couldn't save this girl's life even if I had the ability to reach the sky.
After I blocked her mouth, Susu also saw that I winked at her, and she calmed down a little, but her body was still shaking like a sieve.
I can understand this, I was also scared when I first encountered dirty things, but in this situation, you have to stay even if you are scared to death!
I immediately pulled Susu to sit on the bed, and then smiled and said to the storyteller: "Sir, I invite you in, can you start your story?"
The storyteller nodded and continued to tell his story.
We spent the whole night listening to the storyteller. It was really torture. Time seemed to slow down. We finally made it to dawn. The storyteller looked at the dawn in the east outside the window, stood up, stretched, and said to us: "Let's stop today's story. See you later!"
After that, he pushed the door and left the ward.
At this time, the Yang energy between heaven and earth began to gradually increase. Hua Mulan obviously couldn't stay for long, so she went straight into the chastity sand.
Su Su is still trembling, and asked me tremblingly: "What was that last night?"
"Can't you guess what it was?"
I looked at Su Su and said in a deep voice: "You could have avoided this matter, but now that you have run into it, you can't avoid it. If you want to live, you can only do what I say!"
Su Su was obviously scared, and he just nodded.
At this time, Zhang Bowen said carelessly: "Boss, what on earth was that dirty thing last night? I've been dealing with dirty things for so many years, but this is the first time I've seen someone treat people with delicious food and drinks!"
Is that delicious food and drinks?
I was a little speechless. This guy is really something. He doesn't know when to pick a good time to commit a crime. But after thinking about it, I didn't tell him what he ate. I ate a live grasshopper and drank some dirty water, and I still feel sick. He ate all that. If I tell him the truth, he will come right up, right? So I simply skipped this topic and told him the story of the storyteller.
After listening to it, Su Su's face suddenly became ugly: "You mean, it will come again tonight?"
"It will definitely come!"
I closed my eyes a little tiredly and smiled bitterly: "If we don't listen to it finish its story, none of us can leave. Once we leave, it will find you no matter where you are! But at that time, it won't be as simple as telling you a story, but... asking for your life!!"