Wang Junlin and Jing Tian deliberately stopped for a moment outside a few hook fences. Along the way, there were singers, actors, storytellers, and even some who swallowed swords in their mouths and smashed boulders on their chests. It was dazzling to see.
Although it is still daytime, many people have gathered here, making it a good place to kill time.
Finally, the three of them came to the Gou Lan where the little girl named Zheng Shuyi was. A few days ago, there were only two or three guests inside the Gou Lan. Now it was actually full of seats. There were still people standing on the aisle outside the Gou Lan, stretching their heads to look inside.
Compared with other Goulan, this place seemed particularly crowded. Zheng Shuyi's grandfather, Old Man Zheng, was sitting on the stage with a serious look on his face. His voice was different from the hoarseness before, which gave people an eerie feeling, and he was telling a story with emotion.
"The female ghost said to Ning Caichen: I have met many people, but there is no one as upright as you. You have the character of a saint, and I dare not deceive you. My name is Nie Xiaoqian, and I died of illness at the age of eighteen.
, buried next to this temple. Unfortunately, he was threatened by monsters and did a lot of despicable things that were harmful to nature. I use my appearance to confuse others, which is not what I want to do. Now there is no one to kill in this temple, and the ghost yaksha is very
I might come to kill you..."
Old Man Zheng had a sinister voice, and while he was telling the story, he could actually make strange noises that made people's hair stand on end. Some of the audience members looked excited, and some were pale, but their eyes were still staring at the old man, not even for a moment.
Willing to move away. Compared with the storytellers they have heard before, "A Chinese Ghost Story" is so interesting and exciting.
After hearing the wonderful story, seeing that old man Zheng stopped talking, they all took out copper coins and threw them on the stage, urging loudly.
"Hey, Brother Wang, I didn't lie to you, did I?" A certain man in the crowd looked at the pale man next to him and said with a smile.
The man looked back at him, his voice still trembling a little, and said: "I believe it, damn it, can you not believe it..."
At first, his companion told him that after hearing the story of "A Chinese Ghost Story", he didn't even dare to go to the latrine at night. He didn't believe it at the time. He felt that this man was either too timid or too exaggerated. After all, he himself was one of these people.
I am a regular visitor and have heard many stories, but I have never heard of anyone being able to scare people like this.
Today I was dragged here by my companions, and I felt disdainful in my heart. However, when I came here, I found that all the seats were occupied, and there was no room to stand in front of me. I was surprised, but also a little convinced.
Even the most lively Gou Lan has never had such a hot scene.
Although the crowd was bustling, when Old Man Zheng spoke, the entire hook immediately became audible. Everyone held their breath. If someone made a little noise, they would be immediately condemned by others.
Even just now he saw a man who was hiccupping, being carried by two men and thrown out...
He had never seen such a scene before, and he began to believe his companion's words.
And as the old man Zheng slowly told the story, he no longer had the intention to doubt his companions.
It is not a clichéd story about a talented man and a beautiful woman, the story is novel and interlocking.
In particular, this old man is indeed, as his granddaughter said, an excellent storyteller. His description of the plot of the story is so detailed and vivid that such a picture can almost appear in his mind involuntarily. The key is that this old guy still comes from time to time.
The ghost screamed twice, making all the hairs on his body stand up.
Although he was frightened in his heart, he also felt a different kind of pleasure that made him want to continue listening.
Wang Junlin, Nie Xiaoyu, and Jingtian stood outside, marveling in their hearts that this old man was indeed a professional storyteller. Whether it was the creation of a terrifying atmosphere or the magical ventriloquism, ordinary people could not do it.
At this time, the story had reached a climax. Old Man Zheng stopped unexpectedly and said something like "If you want to know what happened next time, let's listen to the breakdown next time." Before anyone in the audience could react,
, and fled in despair.
"What's the meaning?"
"It's just gone!"
"I'm playing this again. I've listened to this part three times. I just want to know what happens next!"
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The silence of the crowd did not last long before it erupted like a volcano, and even other Goulan was affected. Some actors and singers were performing and singing, but their voices were suppressed, and they could only watch the guests leaving one after another, heading towards Goulan here.
As they approached, they couldn't help but have sad and angry expressions on their faces.
Yesterday and today, this was the third time their business was robbed...
Bullying is too much, bullying is too much!
At this time, Old Man Zheng was hiding behind the stage with a look of helplessness on his face.
He also wanted to know what happened next, but the benefactor only told this paragraph to his granddaughter!
After listening to the story told by his granddaughter the day before yesterday, he originally had the attitude of giving it a try. He tried telling "A Chinese Ghost Story" the day before yesterday. Unexpectedly, there were more and more people every time. This morning it was even more crowded, with so many people coming.
Even if there are many people, he can't get off the tiger.
But even though he has made a lot of money, if he does something like this again next time, his old bones will be torn apart by the customers who listen to the story...
While a girl named Zheng Shuyi was excited about the boom in business, she was also worried about her grandfather, because she didn't know when her benefactor would come again, and she didn't know where he lived.
Frowning and sighing, she brought a cup of tea to a guest and put it down on the table. She raised her head, froze for a moment, looked at it carefully, then she was ecstatic and ran in a certain direction.
"My dear friend, you are here, can you tell me more about the story behind "A Chinese Ghost Story"." Zheng Shuyi trotted up to Wang Junlin and the others, looking at Wang Junlin with a look of expectation in her big eyes.
After the young master left yesterday, she told the story to Grandpa. After Grandpa tried telling it, in less than a quarter of an hour, the rewards thrown in by the guests were enough to cover the entire Goulan's income for a day.
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It's a pity that the story is only half a chapter, and Grandpa Sun ends abruptly at a wonderful point. Those guests returned disappointed. Although they didn't ask for their reward money back, they didn't have anything good to say. If there were more people behind "A Chinese Ghost Story"
Story: In a short period of time, they no longer have to worry about their livelihood.
After all, for ordinary actors and actresses like them, rewards are actually the only way to survive. Unlike those famous actors who are famous all over the world, they are often invited to perform by high-ranking officials and nobles, and often receive hefty rewards.
"Little Miss Shuyi, go and call your grandfather and the person in charge here. We are here today to bring you stories." Wang Junlin said with a smile.