Five hundred and twentieth chapters do not pay attention to
Walking on the road, there is a bustle of people, with lights and colorful decorations everywhere, people cupping their hands to pay New Year greetings, or gathering for a drink in a tea shop or restaurant.
The time for preparing New Year's goods has passed, but there are still many stalls on the street, buying snacks, toys, and monkeys and chickens.
Yu Sheng held dried fruits similar to chestnuts in his hands and led everyone leisurely to the wine shop, where he saw the Taoist priest busy.
The rat show in front of him had already begun, and many children gathered around the rat box, watching the rats' daily life with great interest.
Seeing Yu Sheng, the Taoist priest only had time to say hello in a hurry, and then went to stop the child who kept catching a mouse when he wasn't paying attention.
They went into the wine shop, found a private room, sat down cross-legged, and lit a hundred candles.
"Is this really possible?" Yu Sheng looked at the woman ghost, summoning ghosts in broad daylight, and Yu Sheng always felt that it was not very reliable.
"Don't worry, it's absolutely fine. It's just a little difficult to tell stories." The ghost woman glanced at everyone, "Which of you can tell ghost stories?"
Fu Nan and the others all shook their heads, "The only ghost-related story we have is about you, the shopkeeper." Bai Gaoxing said.
He felt that the story about the rest of his life and ghosts was not a ghost story. Ghost stories were used to scare people, and the story about the rest of his life was used to scare ghosts.
As for Zhou Jiufeng, she patted her chest and couldn't tell whether her chest muscles were trembling or something else was shaking. "With my status, no one who doesn't have eyesight would dare to mess with me."
"Okay, let me tell it then." Yu Sheng sat cross-legged on the ground. He had seen a lot of Liao Zhai in his previous life, and he could easily tell a ghost story.
The most famous one is of course Nie Xiaoqian. Yu Sheng had told Ye Zigao about it before, but it did not affect the charm of the story at all.
At first, everyone paid attention to their surroundings, but slowly the long-necked ghost and the woman ghost were all immersed in it. Finally, Nie Xiaoqian even sighed when she went to reincarnation.
The long-necked ghost did not forget to comment, "This ghost is too weak and is actually afraid of the sun."
"Shut up." The moved woman ghost glared at the long-necked ghost. She was moved by this story.
"This story is so touching." She calmed down her mind, "If I also meet such a person and have such an experience, it will be a ghost life in vain."
Many people expect to be the protagonist of the story and expect their life to be extraordinary. The woman ghost is obviously such a severe patient.
Ye Zigao also had such expectations, "Why haven't I met such a ghost?"
The black girl grabbed his ear and said, "I can't see you even if I meet you. Do you want me to help you and let you go see her?"
"No, no, I'll just say whatever I want." Ye Zigao hurriedly apologized.
He was so fascinated for a moment that he forgot that there was a brutal black dragon next to him.
The black girl was very satisfied with his attitude, "If you live or die, you are my ghost. You can't escape in this life."
Ignoring their jokes, Yu Sheng looked around casually and saw that there were already many ghosts in the unpleasant atmosphere caused by the candles, but the ghost in red hadn't arrived yet.
Yu Sheng then told another fairy tale, changing Xiao Cui, the fox demon, into Xiao Cui, the female ghost, and told the story of her repaying her favor by marrying a fool.
Perhaps because Yu Sheng's changes were nondescript, the story did not resonate with people this time, and Yu Sheng could only search for other ghost stories.
After blowing out the three candles and telling the story about the painted skin, Yu Sheng's stomach was empty, so he forced himself to start talking at the urging of the ghost woman.
"Let me tell you another story about the ghost of an old house. There is a house that no one has lived in for a long time."
"At this time, a scholar happened to be passing by here, missed the dormitory, and checked in that night. At midnight, he was sleepy and wanted to sleep. As soon as he lay down, he heard..."
At this point, Yu Sheng stopped because he remembered that this didn't seem to be a ghost story.
"Forget it, forget it, this story doesn't count, let's tell it again." Yu Sheng waved his hand.
"No, this story is quite atmospheric." Ye Zigao said.
The long-necked ghost and the woman ghost nodded in agreement, "Yes, the atmosphere was created so well that I almost got scared."
"You are a ghost, you were scared to death." Yu Sheng ignored her and continued to tell another story.
But one person persisted, "What did you hear?" the voice came from behind Yu Sheng's ear.
"Don't worry about this." Yu Sheng didn't look back. This time he was telling the story about being a matchmaker for a ghost in "Zi Buyu", "Say, a girl named Zhang married a person named Chen..."
"What did you hear?" The tone of the person behind him became impatient, and he wanted to take action if he didn't say anything for the rest of his life.
"Are you annoyed? This story..." Yu Sheng said this and turned around, then was stunned. Standing behind him was a ghost with long hair, a red dress and a scar on his face.
He was holding two long and narrow knives in his hands. The knives were so long that they would drag on the ground inadvertently.
The red-clothed ghost was staring at Yu Sheng with impatience in his eyes.
"It's you, I've finally waited for you." Yu Sheng was immediately relieved and stepped forward to catch the ghost in red.
"Don't leave, we..." the long-necked ghost urged Yu Sheng. Only after seeing the red-clothed ghost did they remember their mission.
"Why did you catch me?" The red-clothed ghost looked at Yu Sheng in confusion, and never forgot to ask, "What did you hear?"
Yu Sheng didn't answer but asked, "Were those nine people upstairs at Zuiyue yesterday stupid because of you?"
"I killed him." The ghost in red didn't care and continued to ask, "What exactly did you hear?"
"Why did you kill them?"
"One story is only one hundred, but they won't tell me. I'm so angry." The ghost in red said angrily, "You too, what did you hear?"
This time the question was full of ferocity, and the swords he held were trembling.
Just because of this indiscriminate killing of innocent people? Yu Sheng was slightly startled.
He held the red-clothed ghost tightly and said, "You are so arrogant as an old boy, but you are not sure that Jin Yiwei will take him seriously."
"Jinyiwei? You can catch me?!" The ghost in red came to his senses and finally stopped asking what he heard.
"Are you afraid? Let's see if I'm not..." Yu Sheng said halfway when the knife in the hand of the red-clothed ghost turned upward and swiped towards Yu Sheng's wrist.
Yu Sheng subconsciously took a step back. The ghost in red took the opportunity to climb out of the window and ran away along the eaves and tiles.
Yu Sheng was just inexperienced in facing enemies, but his reaction was not slow. He jumped out of the window and flew after the red ghost.
The ghost in red ran very fast. After climbing over a roof, he looked back and saw that no one was chasing him. He breathed a sigh of relief and sighed: "It's a pity that I don't know what I heard. I'm afraid it will make me uncomfortable to death."
"I can tell you." Yu Sheng's voice came from behind.
The ghost in red suddenly turned around and saw Yu Sheng standing not far behind him. The white snow was spread on the tile roof, and Yu Sheng's feet could not leave a single footprint.
"You, are you a human or a ghost?" The ghost in red clenched the hilt of the knife and looked at Yu Sheng warily. The person in front of him was a little too difficult for him to understand.
"Who am I, I'm afraid I'll scare you to death if I tell you." Yu Sheng said calmly, "I advise you to just go ahead and capture him."
"I'm so scared." The red-clothed ghost said disdainfully, "I've already died once, can I die again?"
After that, he made a show of using the two swords in his hands and struck at Yu Sheng with his steps.
Yu Sheng waved his left hand, and the snowflakes on the roof instantly appeared as a long sword, which came into Yu Sheng's hand.
The red-clothed ghost remained unmoved, his eyes were scarlet red, and the word "rice" on his face became ferocious. When he was still some distance away from the rest of his life, he struck down with two knives.
This made Yu Sheng stunned. There was still a long way to go.
Just when he was confused, the six knives carried on the shoulders of the red-clothed ghost were like meteors, striking at Yu Sheng with a red light.
"Uncle, you are not particular." Yu Sheng teleported away.
"People from the Central Plains are never particular." The ghost in red slashed with his two swords.