After listening to me, Zhang Bowen was fine. He was used to being careless and had seen a lot of dirty things, so he was less awed by this thing and didn't feel much about it at all. After all, encountering evil spirits and seeing ghosts doesn't necessarily mean that there is no hope. Some ghosts haunt the living just because they have unfulfilled wishes or they can't rest in peace after death, so they look for the living to help them fulfill their wishes or do something for them. For example, many people often dream of their deceased relatives crying after their relatives die, and they cry repeatedly in their dreams. In this case, the deceased relative is bullied by wild ghosts in the underworld after his death. Just make him a mourning stick and let him beat the wild ghosts. I guarantee that he will not dream of you again (the mourning stick is also called the funeral stick in some places. It is made of mulberry branches and is about one meter long. It is said that it was made by the "Eight Immortals". It was originally used by filial sons to beat anything that was disrespectful to the deceased. In the old funeral customs, filial sons had to wear hemp and mourning clothes, holding mourning sticks to see off the deceased. After the deceased was buried, the hemp rope tied around their waists and the mourning sticks had to be burned. The hemp rope was used to tie things for the deceased, and the mourning stick was used by the deceased to beat wild ghosts on the road).
So, being haunted by ghosts is not necessarily a sure thing. Of course, evil spirits are an exception. Evil spirits are the hatred in the hearts of people who died suddenly. If they come to you, they are here to take your life. If you survive the first day, find a master to save your life! ! !
The storyteller we met now is obviously unfulfilled. No matter how powerful it is, we are not afraid. As long as we follow its wishes, we will not lose our lives. Zhang Bowen must have guessed this after listening to me about the types of storytellers, so he is so carefree, probably still thinking about the taste of "Yangmei".
But Su Su is not like that. She is just an ordinary girl. How can she bear such a shock? When I said that the thing will come again tonight, and she must continue to listen to the story, she was so scared that she cried. I was a little flustered. I comforted her for a long time, but there was nothing I could do. She suffered because of me, who has been suffering for eight generations. I felt a little sorry if I didn't say a few words.
I waited until Su Su's mood was a little better before I finally breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as my tense nerves relaxed, I immediately felt a burning pain on my butt. Then I remembered that I had an injury on my butt. I was so busy thinking about saving my life last night that I even forgot about it in the intense crisis. Now that I came to my senses, the piercing pain almost made me faint. I stood up and saw that the back of my hospital gown was basically red. Blood seeped out and dried up in waves, making pools on my pants, just like a child's diaper, which was a little hard. People who didn't know would think that I, a grown man, forgot to put something on my period. The blood was all over my pants and sheets!
"Ah!"
Susu exclaimed as soon as she saw my condition: "Get down quickly! I'll check your wound for you, don't let it split again after just stitching it!"
I was a little embarrassed at first, but later it was too painful and I was a little worried about my butt, so I just gritted my teeth and lay down on the bed.
Maybe it was because of the hardships we had last night, Susu was extra careful when checking me, so much so that... my chest kept feeling cold!
Obviously my wife was a little jealous and was angry in the sand, but I was innocent in this matter, right? I couldn't just ignore the wound, so I could only feel the pain and happiness...
Fortunately, the tossing last night didn't open my wound again. The doctor sewed it quite firmly, and I just had a little hemorrhage after sitting all night. Susu helped me deal with the wound and I immediately felt much better.
After a whole night of tossing and turning, I was actually very tired. After eating something Su Su bought, I fell into a deep sleep.
When I woke up again, it was already past seven in the evening. At this time, the yang and yin energy between heaven and earth had replaced each other. It was the time when yin was strong and yang was weak. I calculated that the time was almost up, so I quickly pressed the bed bell and called Su Su over. I also called Hua Mulan out. Otherwise, when the storyteller came, he would probably make trouble when he saw that there were fewer people. He would trouble whoever was missing. Anyway, this kind of ghost thing is so obsessed that it basically has no good face for anyone who refuses to listen to its storytelling.
A few of us waited in the ward for a while. At about eight o'clock, the door of the ward was knocked.
Needless to say, it must be it!
I went over and opened the door. Yes, it was still the pale face, the green leather hat, and the torn jacket. It was the storyteller.
"Sorry, sorry, young sir, I'm late because I have something to do."
The storyteller bowed to me with a smile on his face as he came in. I quickly returned the greeting. At the end, the storyteller still blamed himself for being "late" and specially brought a few more plates of "fresh snacks"...
I started to feel sick as soon as I saw the "snacks". I didn't dare to use murderous intent to look at them, for fear of seeing something "too beautiful". I thought that I had listened to stories all night and at least left a good impression on the storyteller. So I bravely refused and said that I had eaten a lot tonight and my stomach couldn't hold any more. Could I leave these "snacks" first and eat them when I'm hungry tomorrow.
This is also a more euphemistic way of saying it that I thought about. When the storyteller heard me say this, he was obviously stunned for a moment, hesitated for a while, and nodded and said it was okay.
I was relieved immediately, but Zhang Bowen was a good guy. He yelled that I was full but he hadn't eaten yet, and he grabbed an apple and ate it. I was a little dumbfounded. I wanted to remind him, but then I thought about it and the storyteller was also there, so I swallowed all the words and decided not to make trouble.
After talking nonsense with the storyteller for a few words, I sat back on the bed and patted Su Su's hand, who was still trembling with fear, to comfort her. Then I looked at the storyteller, who was already sitting opposite us, cleared his throat and started to tell another story.
This time it was about "Guo Xing Ye's recovery of Taiwan", and Guo Xing Ye was referring to Zheng Chenggong. The story is well told, but it is still inextricably linked to the Ming Dynasty. I thought to myself that this storyteller is really something. He wondered what the overall situation was like. You lived in the Qing Dynasty and you kept telling stories about the Ming Dynasty. Isn't this making yourself unhappy? You even brought up Zheng Chenggong, the man who prevented the Qing Dynasty from entering Taiwan. Who would dare to listen to your story at that time? You deserve to have no market. It's not unfair for you to be depressed to death! Talent is important, but you also have to adapt to the times. It's a pity that you have read books, but you don't even know that a man who knows the times is a hero. If you had told a story about Genghis Khan sweeping across Europe and Asia, it would have been better than the Ming Dynasty!
But I just said these in my heart, but I didn't dare to say them out loud. I could only listen with a stiff upper lip.
Who knew that before the story was told for a while, I suddenly heard a very sharp voice outside the door: "Hey, this room is not right, why is there so much yin energy, it seems that there are ghosts in it!"
"And the bad luck is overwhelming!"
Another somewhat gloomy voice continued: "It seems that there is a living person who has violated the heavenly rules and was punished by heaven. According to the rules, such people must be arrested as soon as they are encountered!"
"..."
When I heard this, my face changed immediately. The person who violated the heavenly rules, wasn't he talking about me?
At that time, I was a little restless. Hua Mulan, who was sitting next to me, seemed to feel that I was strange, and quickly stretched out her cold hand and pressed it on my hand. I turned my head to look at her, and her voice suddenly rang in my heart: "It's the ghost! I'm afraid that someone has just died in this hospital, and the ghost came to take the ghost, and just ran into us!"
When I heard it, I took a breath of cold air. Needless to say, this must be caused by the eight generations of bad luck.
"Be patient."
Hua Mulan glanced at the storyteller sitting opposite us and said, "There is something more angry than you. You are also affected by it this time. Why not sit back and watch the fight!"
I subconsciously turned my head to look at the storyteller. Sure enough, the storyteller's face was full of ferocity and murderous aura...
I realized then - the Yinchai's chatter outside the door interrupted the storyteller's story! !