If I say I'm not afraid at this time, I guess no one will believe me. This storyteller is too vicious. It dares to beat even the ghost messenger to death. What else can it not dare to do?
You must know that this ghost messenger is not something you can kill just by saying it. You have to bear the cause and effect! This is also what I accidentally heard Qingyi talk about when I was in the Qinling Mountains. What is the ghost messenger? It is a public servant in the underworld. The position is similar to our current police. What can the government do if a policeman dies inexplicably? The ghost messenger is the same. He died in a daze. The underworld will definitely open the book of life and death to investigate. If the person who killed the ghost messenger is a living person, the underworld will record the account on his forehead. There will be no good end when he dies. Once he enters the gate of hell, he will have to go through mountains of swords and seas of fire to suffer. It is impossible to climb the platform to look back at his hometown. He will be thrown into the reincarnation and reincarnate as an animal. Of course, if you have the cultivation of a Heavenly Master, then killing a ghost messenger is nothing. The Heavenly Master is a ruthless person who even the Ghost Marshal has to show some respect to. No Ghost Marshal is willing to quarrel with the Heavenly Master for a ghost messenger, fearing that he will be punished in the future when he comes to the world of the living. If a ghost kills a ghost messenger, then it will be even more troublesome. The underworld will send ghost soldiers to capture him. Once he returns to the underworld, he will be thrown into the underworld to suffer the pain of corrosion and will never be free.
Therefore, those who dare to kill the ghost messenger are generally ruthless people or ghosts who cannot be provoked!
The storyteller in front of me is a good example. I was sweating all over when it looked at me. I was thinking about how to deal with it. But at this moment, the storyteller who was so angry and wanted to kill us suddenly smiled and bowed to us: "Sorry, I was dealing with a small matter, so I neglected you. Please forgive me!" This sudden change made us all stunned. No wonder people say that the ghost face is unpredictable. It is still smiling at you at this moment, and it may pinch your neck the next moment. I have deeply experienced it, but it is good. It was a false alarm. I let out a long breath after I recovered. I realized that I had been scared out of my wits when the storyteller stared at me. My body was sticky and I felt so uncomfortable...
Then the storyteller sat back across from us and started to tell us the story of "Guo Xingye retaking Taiwan". It was almost late at night when he finished this story. He looked up at the sky and then told us the story of "Emperor Zhu Di of the Ming Dynasty conquered Mongolia seven times and the emperor guarded the country's gate". It was very exciting, but it was destined to have no market in that era, and it also doomed him to tragedy.
When he finished telling these stories, the sky was already faintly bright.
"Tonight's story has ended."
The storyteller looked out the window, and a sickly blush appeared on his pale face. He said with some regret: "Dear guests, all good things must come to an end. My story ends here. I'm afraid we won't meet again in the future."
Is that the end?
I was obviously stunned after hearing this. According to the record of storytellers in the book of strange stories I read, this kind of thing usually won't finish telling stories for three or four days if it catches a listener. As a result, this storyteller only told stories for two nights, which made me have many doubts in my heart, so I couldn't help asking: "Sir, do you only have these three stories?"
"Yes, only these three stories."
The blush on the face of the storyteller became more intense, and with the blood-red lips, it was indescribably weird, and he actually grinned: "These are the three stories I like most in my life. I always want to tell them and share them with others, but I haven't had a listener in my whole life. Now I finally tell them, and my wish is fulfilled, my wish is fulfilled!"
My pity for this storyteller in my heart is even greater. Looking at the smile on its face, I suddenly feel a little sad.
Is it good? Or evil?
I'm afraid it's too simple to be described as good or evil. In the final analysis, it's just a pitiful person, a microcosm of all of us - working hard all our lives, isn't it for the recognition of others?
At least, I am like this, I hope to be recognized by others, I hope to be recognized by Hua Mulan, Qingyi, Uncle Li, Rosa, Fatty and everyone else. It's probably this belief that gives me strength, so when I was in the Qinling Mountains, I was like an indestructible cockroach. Every time I fell, I could get up with gritted teeth, and every time I was injured, I refused to give up. In the final analysis, I am the same as this storyteller, but I have the recognition of my teammates and friends, while he was born in the wrong era and didn't get cheers.
Tears blurred my eyes unconsciously. The three stories of the storyteller could not move me who had read history, but its persistence moved me. I couldn't help myself, so I slapped the table and shouted: "Susu, give me money!"
Susu was obviously stunned when she heard my shout, and then she realized what I meant by reward. She quickly took out a stack of paper money from the pocket of her wide nurse uniform. I had arranged for her to prepare it before going to bed during the day. I originally wanted to burn the reward money to please the storyteller, but now I really wanted to give money, because the storyteller's persistence at least moved me. At that moment, I took a lighter to light the paper money. The moment the paper money turned into ashes, the storyteller suddenly had a few strings of yellow copper coins in his hand.
The storyteller looked at the few copper coins in his hand, and suddenly tears flowed down his face. He said in a hoarse voice: "Good, good, good! After telling stories for a lifetime, I finally had a perfect storytelling, with customers and appreciation. My wish has been fulfilled, and I have no regrets or regrets!"
After that, the storyteller's body began to glow and began to dissipate. It was originally transformed by obsession. Now that the obsession has been fulfilled, it has naturally reached the end. It kept bowing deeply to me: "Thank you for fulfilling my wish, young master. I have nothing to repay you. I just saw that you have been in trouble recently, so I specially sent you a palm Yin Lei, which can protect you from disaster once!"
As soon as the voice fell, I saw that the Yin Qi on the storyteller's body began to gather together, and finally turned into a light blue bead in its palm. Then the storyteller pointed at me, and the bead flew towards me at that time. I only felt a chill on my neck, and then the bead was strung with a red string, which made me wonder.
At this time, the light on the storyteller became even more blazing. He smiled and nodded at me in the strong light, and finally completely melted into the light, annihilated completely.
It finally reached its end, and left with a smile as its wish was fulfilled. I thought I should bless it, so I put my hands together and prayed for it at the place where it disappeared. Since this incident, every time I meet a street singer or something, I will subconsciously give a little money. It is not charity, but encouragement and recognition. Of course, this is a story for later.
At the moment, I adjusted my mood slightly, and then I studied the palm Yin Lei that the storyteller gave me. Except that the beads were a little cold, I really didn't find any other characteristics. I had no choice but to use my special skills - ask my wife!
Unfortunately, Hua Mulan didn't know how to use this thing. She only said that this thing condensed a part of the Yin Qi of the storyteller. The storyteller was grateful for my friendship, so he gave it to me to repay me. Needless to say, it was a good thing. I carried this palm Yin Lei close to my body without saying anything.
Now it was dawn, and the storyteller's matter was resolved, but I didn't dare to stay in this hospital any longer. There were too many lives and deaths in this hospital. I was uncomfortable living here with eight generations of misfortune and Yin Jie. For my life, I went home that morning with tears in my eyes.
Of course, someone had to take care of the wound on my butt, so I hired Su Su to be my special nurse, and invited her to live in my house for a while.
I thought that staying away from places that carried too many lives and deaths could avoid Yin Jie. In fact, I was wrong. Yin Jie meant that no matter where I went, the dirty things around me would come to my door!
Soon after I returned home, I realized this through the bloody reality...