"The woman said that her parents were going to sell her to a wealthy family as a concubine. She couldn't bear it, so she ran away secretly without knowing where she was going. Wang Sheng saw that the woman was beautiful and was walking without any purpose.
He was interested in her, so he invited her to his home..."
In order to see Liu Ruyi being frightened, Li Yi told her the story of "Painted Skin". Now she is familiar with it. He ate the sweet-scented osmanthus cake given by the girl, drank a cup of tea to moisten his throat, and continued to tell her.
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When the girl heard this, she already roughly understood what kind of story the young man was telling based on her years of experience in listening to books.
The scholar named Wang Sheng helped the woman on her way. The woman was grateful and stayed at his house. The two had been together for a long time, and a secret love arose. While Wang Sheng was studying hard at night, the woman was adding fragrance to her red sleeves.
Finally, his hard work paid off. Wang Sheng went to Beijing to take the exam, won the first prize, and returned home in fine clothes. From then on, the two lived together happily, creating a good story...
If the plot were more twists and turns, it would be that after Wang Sheng won the first prize, he was chosen by a princess or the prime minister's daughter, and became the consort or the son-in-law of some high official. The woman was waiting at home every day, and there was no such thing as Wang Sheng.
After hearing the news, he packed his bags and walked all the way to the capital to stage a journey of searching for his husband...
She had heard stories like this since she was a child, and her ears were almost on edge. Her expectations for the story told by the young master across the street had dropped a bit. However, there was one more thing that made her curious. The name of the story seemed to be "Painted Skin".
What does painted skin mean? Is Wang Sheng's painting skills very good?
"Wang Sheng had been with the woman for a few days. One day when he was walking on the street, he was bumped into by a Taoist priest. The Taoist turned around and saw Wang Sheng. He was very surprised and asked Wang Sheng, "What have you met recently?" Wang Sheng shook his head and denied it.
The Taoist priest then said: "You have evil spirits lingering around you, how can you say you don't have it?" Wang Sheng tried his best to defend himself. The Taoist priest shook his head and said when he left: "You are confused! There are people in the world who do not wake up when death is imminent...
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After listening to this paragraph, the expression on the girl's face began to look a little confused.
Aren't you going to Beijing to take the exam? Why are Taoist priests even here? What does "death is imminent" mean? This story seems to be a little different from the stories she has heard.
Thinking like this, the girl's curiosity was fully aroused, and the expression on her pretty face gradually became serious.
"When Wang Sheng returned home, he found that the courtyard door was blocked from the inside and could not go in. He suspected the person who blocked the door, so he climbed over the incomplete courtyard wall, tiptoed to the window to take a look, and suddenly the hair on his body was all frightened.
Standing up------I saw a ferocious evil ghost with green skin and long and sharp teeth, like saws. The evil ghost spread a piece of human skin on the couch and took a colored pen in his hand.
Drawing on the human skin, he soon put down the pen, lifted up the human skin, and draped the human skin around his body like shaking clothes, turning into the appearance of the woman who had been with Wang Sheng day and night..."
"ah!"
When Li Yi talked about this, the girl turned pale and suddenly screamed, "Ghost!"
Li Yi's voice stopped suddenly. He didn't stop at a wonderful place intentionally to ask for reward, it was the girl's scream that scared him.
He has watched countless horror movies, and in terms of imagination, he is much better than people of this era. The image of the female ghost just now was playing in his mind like a 3D movie, and the girl's scream was like
It's like adding surround sound effects to the movie, immersing yourself in the scene, it really can't be more real...
He glared at the girl, ate a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and drank a cup of tea to calm down his shock.
"Oh my god!"
After the girl screamed, a man behind him suddenly jumped up from his seat, knocked his knees on the stool, squatted down again, hugged his knees and inhaled.
"Little girl, why are you shouting for nothing!"
The man glared at the girl, grinning in pain, his tone full of complaints.
He was listening to the story just now, and he was fascinated. The evil ghost actually painted on human skin. After painting, he would turn into a human woman when he put it on. And the scholar had fun with the evil ghost every night. Thinking of this picture,
He felt a little scared in his heart, this was so damn scary...
Hearing this girl's ghostly scream unexpectedly, he was almost frightened out of his wits. The hairs all over his body stood up and he jumped subconsciously.
"That's it, listen to the story and don't yell nonsense!"
"Scholar, let's continue talking. What happened to Mr. Wang after he saw the female ghost..."
There were several men sitting around the big man. They were probably eavesdropping just now. Li Yi was scaring the girl. He kindly told the girl a story. He was startled by the scream just now and came to his senses.
At this time, they all started urging me.
On the platform built not far ahead, the voice of the old storyteller became weaker and weaker, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
What were the guests who just listened to his story going there to do?
He had already mentioned an important plot point. According to the usual practice, these people would be rewarded if they were happy to hear it. But now, there are no people left, and there is still a ridiculous reward!
The old man frowned as he looked at the scholar sitting there, surrounded by everyone.
Could it be that that young man was sent from somewhere else to cause trouble?
When he saw the guests patting the copper coins on the table in front of each other, and there was even a piece of broken silver among them, the old man became more convinced of this idea.
They are here to grab business, and those people are going too far!
"No, I'll give you a reward, keep talking."
After the first man placed a few copper coins on the table, several others followed suit.
Evil ghosts painting on human skin------The story told by the scholar just now was much more exciting than that told by the old man on the stage. Several people mistook him for the new storyteller and when they paid for it,
Much more generous than just throwing money on the stage.
Although the girl did not put any copper coins on the table, she still looked at Li Yi with longing eyes, "What's the next story?"
For people thousands of years later, horror stories like "Painted Skin" are simply too weak. The terrifying atmosphere is far from comparable to those 3D horror blockbusters. But this is ancient times, and half of "Liao Zhai" is just like that.
It is said that when the first "Painted Skin" was filmed in Hong Kong in the 1960s, many people believed it to be true. After watching it, they were scared to death...
However, although it sounds scary, many people just like this thrilling feeling.
Li Yi didn't understand this little girl's behavior. She was so frightened that her face turned pale, so why did she still listen?
Even if she wanted to hear it------he didn't dare to talk any more!
While the 3D movie was playing in his mind, Li Yi was not sure if his little heart could bear it if she screamed like she did just now.
In order to be responsible for the little girl's young mind and not let her leave any lingering shadow, Li Yi decided to stop here.
"I'll tell you the rest of the story when I have the chance." In the girl's stunned eyes, he stood up from his seat and packed up the remaining sweet-scented osmanthus cake and took it away.
After walking a few steps, he turned back and collected the copper coins on the table.
Although the money is a little less, at least it is the income of one's own labor. It is a shameful waste...
