Chen Jiansheng's face was still red. I don't know if it was the effect of the wine or what Sister Hong said.
He shook his head and cursed: "It's just a bunch of hairy monkeys. Give me the knife and I'll stab them all to death!"
"No, Chen Tugong, please don't be impulsive," I endured the pain and said, "You can't underestimate these beasts. If you do that, you will die."
This uphill path is most likely the only way up, but we found it after so much effort, but couldn't go up because of a group of beasts, not to mention how frustrated we felt.
It would be nice to have a gun. If you had that kind of weapon in your hand at that time, you could just hit him with one shot and you would be sure to turn him into a hornet's nest.
Let's discuss it together, discuss how to solve these things, and find a way out.
Sister Hong came up with an idea. She said that one person could go in first to attract the attention of these things and draw them away. In this way, as long as they are not discovered, the remaining two people can pass safely.
Without breaking the bank, according to the current situation, this is indeed a solution, but the question then arises, who is going to do this?
Sister Hong looked directly at Chen Jiansheng.
"Go, you have the biggest responsibility when things happen like this." Sister Hong said with a cold face.
I thought Chen Jiansheng would argue. After all, if this thing goes wrong, someone will die. Unexpectedly, he lowered his head.
"Okay, then let me go and you hide in the back."
He didn't argue, and Sister Hong was visibly taken aback when he agreed so generously.
As if he had sobered up, Chen Jiansheng cupped his hands and said: "Boy, Chen Logistics, let me tell you something. I am the cause of the incident. If we were stoned to death, it would not be unfair, but I also want you to know something.
The thing is, I am not only a tomb robber, I am also a descendant of Pingmen Baichundian."
Sister Hong was stunned and said: "Bai Chundian, you said you are the successor of the Eight Small Sects?"
Chen Jiansheng nodded, "Yeah, I don't have any other intention, I just want to sign up."
I just heard the news and was a little surprised.
Many people now don’t know what these eight wickets are about.
At the end of the Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, in addition to the Thousand Gates of tomb robbing and deception shops, and the Seven Yin Gates that dealt with the dead, there were four main gates and eight small gates in the folk world.
This includes those who sell plasters, knives, steamed stuffed buns, jugglers, storytellers, fortune tellers, people who sell insect and eye drops, people who sell knives on credit, and people who break big rocks on their chests and practice qigong. They are quite famous now.
Wang Mazi Scissors and Qingfeng Steamed Bun Shop, their descendants are the insiders of the original eight small doors.
Chen Jiansheng said that he is the descendant of the old man Bai Chundian of the Eight Small Sects, so he is a storyteller. There are many rumors in the industry about Bai Chundian. One of the more famous ones is that Mr. Bai can tell ghost stories.
Folk ghost stories are the same as ghost plays, the audience is not human. In the old society, when someone died, the head of the house would often invite someone to sing ghost plays and tell ghost stories. The nature of this thing is the same as hiring a song and dance troupe for free now.
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Speak it to the ghosts, sing it to the ghosts, and create a good relationship in the underworld.
Bai Chundian is such a person.
Unexpectedly, Chen Jiansheng, who has a plain appearance, has such an identity.
Chen Jiansheng chuckled and said, "I'm sorry, Chen Logistics. After all, our two factions do not bow their heads. My name is not Chen Jiansheng. My name is actually Bai Jiansheng."
"If I don't reveal my identity, I will die. It will be very miserable. But even if I live in misery, I am still a member of the Eight Sects after all. It's better to spread the news."
"Bai Jiansheng, a disciple of Spring Dianping, died in Moth Mountain, Shunde."
"If the news spreads, we will die with our names."
