Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Hundred Ghosts Walking at Night
Mrs. Zhang was happy, surprised and frightened, and nodded repeatedly: "Sanlang, please tell mother, who is the great king?"
"Children don't know...but everyone is talking about the fact that this great king has an arrogant temperament and his eyes are too high, so he will definitely be difficult to get along with. There was once a prince in the capital who was so noble that he asked for instructions early and greeted him late. He was also humiliated and was not allowed to see him.
True appearance!”
"Then how can this...mother beg to move him?"
"As long as my mother can endure his humiliation, no matter whether it is snubbing, insulting, whipping, or even spitting on you and forcing you to eat thick phlegm, don't say a word. I think the great king will be merciful."
"For the sake of my two grandchildren, what can't I bear? It's just Sanlang, you... Sanlang!"
Zhang's heart trembled slightly, and then a trace of sadness and trance appeared in her eyes.
Where can I find my young son in front of the stove?
…
"The Great King of the Underworld?"
"Mom, you didn't fall asleep just now, did you?"
"My mother must be too eager to see the hallucination."
Neither Lao Zhangtou, his daughter-in-law, nor Erlang believed anything that Zhang said.
Perhaps due to the influence of the Xu Mansion, most people in Wenhe County are doubtful or even disbelieving about the strange power and chaos of gods. They are far less enthusiastic than the people in neighboring southern counties.
'No, that's not an illusion! It's my son Saburo!'
Zhang was determined, but she didn't say anything anymore.
Not long after, Dalang also returned home with a solemn expression.
"Brother, what did Captain Lu say?"
"He said he knew, and then he left us alone and hurried out the door, saying he was going to find someone for help."
"Thank God, it's the rumored boss Lu who is just as good as Bo Yuntian. The person he's looking for must be capable, at least more reliable than the underworld king my mother said who lives in the south of the city."
"Chengnan?"
Zhang Dalang was stunned for a moment, a trace of uneasiness appeared on his face, and then he changed his subject.
Did Mrs. Zhang see it? She said nothing.
When Da Lang went to the kitchen to drink water, she followed him quietly and grabbed his arm: "Son? Did you just mention 'Chengnan'? Why do you look weird? Tell me the truth, don't hide it."
Zhang Dalang hesitated for a moment: "It's nothing. It's just that the child saw that after the arrester Lu went out, he also ran straight to the south of the city. But that king of the underworld was really talking nonsense. Mom, you must be because of what happened tonight? Thinking of me
A young brother who died young will have hallucinations."
Zhang lowered his head silently, his expression changing.
After a long time, she finally made up her mind.
…
clang!
The sound of clapper sounded.
It penetrated the night rain and spread far away.
The watchman in coir raincoat and bamboo hat yawned? He turned around and walked back.
"It's actually raining during the Mid-Autumn Festival? It's really worrying for all the young and old men in the county."
As soon as he finished speaking, a sneer came from the wall behind him.
"What's the matter with you?"
"I'm just a watchman!"
"It's not like he's a county official!"
"I'm going to watch you every day, won't you make any noise?"
"Even if you don't make noise to anyone, what if you make noise to ghosts? I will die first in the coffin!"
The old watchman turned around and looked. There was no one in the corner, only a faint charcoal shadow. He kept spitting out fragrances and scolding.
"Ah! There is a ghost!"
The watchman's expression suddenly changed? He let out a strange cry and dropped his gong and clapper? He panicked and ran away without choosing a way?
However, that charcoal light shadow followed him closely like a tail.
Follow him all the way, blame and abuse him all the way.
Finally... plop!
The watchman was so frightened that he fainted in the alley corner.
"Huh, this guy doesn't get scolded very often, and he doesn't dare to reply. He's boring..."
The faint ghost appeared, suspended in mid-air, looking down at the watchman with a cruel expression.
Then it sneered and flew forward, looking for its next target.
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On the outskirts of the county town, a scholar held an oil-paper umbrella and walked with his study behind.
"It is said that the clouds cover the Mid-Autumn Festival night, and the rain hits the Yuan lanterns, which has been a pity since ancient times. Liu's luck is truly unmatched."
The scholar surnamed Liu murmured mockingly to himself.
He has been studying abroad all year round. He wanted to come back early to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival, but the wheel of the ox cart broke down on the road, so he was delayed for most of the day.
After finally getting to the outside of the county, it rained heavily. Even with an umbrella, I was soaked in water.
At this time, I finally saw a pavilion ahead.
There was already someone taking shelter from the rain in the pavilion, wearing a yellow robe. Judging from his silhouette, he thought he was an old man.
Liu Shusheng jumped into the pavilion in three steps and then held his hands in front of him with a wry smile.
"I'm sorry to bother you, husband, can we take shelter from the rain together?"
The cool breeze blows through the night rain.
Liu Shusheng felt a chill on the back of his neck.
The old man taking shelter from the rain in the pavilion slowly turned around, revealing his face that dropped to his chest.
If you look closely, you will see that he has no chin, and his entire face is integrated with his chest!
"What...you...said...?"
"ah!"
Liu Shusheng screamed, rolled his eyes, and fainted.
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East of Wenhe County.
Two fishermen, old widowers, wearing raincoats, braved the wind and rain, walking one behind the other on the forest path.
They had no elders, no young ones, and no wives, so they thought of finding a clean place, getting some wine, and grilling fish for food.
Not far away from the river, a waterside pavilion draped in white gauze, floating in the wind and rain, appeared.
In the waterside pavilion, a lady was playing the piano, and candles were lit all around.
"During the Mid-Autumn Festival, it suddenly rained heavily. God is really not kind to us. Why don't you two strong men come in and have some fun?"
They were both shocked at the same time.
"There's something wrong with this little lady playing the piano here in the middle of the night."
"So evil. Maybe it's a female ghost in the forest!"
"Let's go quickly!"
The two of them left in a hurry.
The woman in the waterside pavilion didn't even raise her head, sighed softly, and said quietly: "You are really a courageous person. Don't worry, don't worry, Mrs. Chu has left. From now on, Wenhe County will be the world of my Zhu Nu."
As soon as she finished speaking, a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of her mouth.
Sneaky footsteps sounded from behind.
But one of the fishermen came back, rubbing his hands and laughing.
"Young lady, are you lonely late at night?"
"Keke, I've been lonely, I've been lonely for a long time. Come in soon, strong man."
The fisherman couldn't bear it any longer. He licked his lips, jumped into the water pavilion, and hugged the little lady.
It's freezing cold.
Just when the fisherman was surprised, the little lady had already turned her head, and her black hair covered her face, like another back of her head.
Wow!
The growing black hair entangled him.
The candlelight on the ground rose, spread, and turned into a big mouth, swallowing up the struggling and screaming fisherman.
…
In the county town, several families who were having dinner huddled up and retreated to the corners, hugging each other.
Under the flickering lights, there was a strange and sharp laughter. Dishes, tables and chairs flew around in the air, colliding with each other, and debris scattered on the floor.
There are also people who go to bed early, but suddenly find that their body is heavy and difficult to get up, as if there is a heavy weight pressing on them.
Some people suddenly felt cold on the top of their heads while they were sleeping. When they reached out and touched their heads, they found that their hair had been shaved into pits.
…
The daughter-in-law of a family was carrying bran to the stable to feed the mules.
Suddenly, he saw a small old woman whom he had never seen before standing next to the mule's legs, carving words beside the mule's hooves.
The little lady scolded loudly.
The little old woman spat at her.
The young lady's face instantly turned black and she fell to the ground, not knowing whether she was alive or dead.
…
Someone's backyard suddenly caught fire.
In the firelight, a vicious child wearing ocher clothes could be vaguely seen, holding a red flag and waving it in his hand.