Chapter 6

The wind outside the building was even more chirping, and the sharpness that whistled by was as if it was from Jiuyou. The old voice just now made the atmosphere in the Yinfengqing Building appear heavier.

It seemed that because of feeling this heavy atmosphere, Wang Dafu's expression became solemn. He had already planned to speak to try to recruit all the great sages and talents present, but he was interrupted by the sudden sound of "Ghost Road" by Mo Yan. After finally waking up from the intoxication of Xianyin Miaoqu, he found that the atmosphere in the entire building had changed, so naturally it was difficult to speak out about his thoughts.

The entire reception program today was arranged by the talented woman Li Qingzhao. Wang Dafu actually didn't know what the traditional program of "Yulan Festival" was, but the heavy atmosphere in the building now made him feel very nervous because he didn't know what happened, so Wang Dafu had to sit aside without saying a word just to watch the change.

"What exactly makes these Gaoxian and Dacai so nervous?" To be honest, Wang Dafu was extremely curious about what was about to happen.

"I am not talented, so let's just count it as throwing bricks and attracting jade..." The old voice sounded again just now. Of course, Wang Dafu knew the person who was talking. Don't look at what he kept saying "I am old". His identity is famous in history!

"Feng Tang is easy to grow old, but Li Guang is hard to be granted." This old man in front of him who looks gray-haired is Feng Tang, who is in the eyes of the world. His lifelong experience is still superior to that of the "Flying General" Li Guang! If it weren't for the ultimate confrontation between the East and the Han Dynasty, Emperor Wu of Han issued a sect to recruit talents, I'm afraid that this old man would not have appeared in Green Willow City again.

Hearing that the old man seemed to be planning to solve the mystery, Wang Dafu immediately became extremely nervous, but in the tension, he felt a hint of excitement and desire, and his hands couldn't help but hold them tightly, and his pupils also slightly contracted.

He glanced at everyone gently. Seeing Xin Qiji who had just shouted with a sword, he returned to his seat and looked at himself quietly. Old Man Feng Tang nodded with satisfaction, picked up the teacup and took a sip, and then said slowly: "Sir, what I want to say is something that happened in my hometown and experienced by me personally..." His solemn expression and old voice set off this scene so sacred. Everyone around him nodded seriously and could not say anything, which also made Wang Dafu even more excited.

"What kind of big secret is it! Tell it out quickly~~" Wang Dafu shouted silently in his heart, of course, on the surface he still sat in the same place without saying a word.

Mr. Feng Tang continued to speak slowly, "One day three years ago, a woman in our village suddenly died of illness. You know that according to our customs, a woman who died suddenly cannot be carried out from the main entrance to the yard. So he had to open another narrow door on the side wall. Who knew that on the day of the coffin funeral, an accident suddenly occurred. Just when he was about to go out, the foundation of the coffin suddenly broke, and the body of the woman fell to the ground! Since then, our village has been losing chickens, ducks, geese and other poultry. Later,

Even large domestic animals such as pigs, sheep, and cattle began to lose. People felt very strange, but they could not catch thieves or find traces of wild animals..." When they said this, the old man paused slightly: "...Only one day, the woman's husband died of illness, and the children planned to bury them together, so they dug up the grave. Who knew..." When they said this, the old man suddenly opened his eyes wide and said loudly: "The grave was full of various feathers and bones of animals, and the woman was sitting straight on the coffin! You said it was terrible or not."

With the last sound, the old man suddenly raised his voice, which was so shocked that everyone took a breath of cold air. Then they nodded and said terrifyingly, as if there was a layer of terrifying mist in the building... At this time, a disharmonious voice suddenly came!

There was a "puff~~" sound. Everyone looked back. But they saw Wang Dafu falling directly with the chair and facing upwards, just in the back of his head. He grinned his teeth and his whole face was suffocated. However, he didn't care about rubbing the pain at all, but instead he got up and asked in surprise, "You...you...you... are you telling ghost stories?"

Hearing Wang Dafu's question, everyone on the venue showed a blank expression on their faces. The beautiful Zhen, who had been sitting next to Wang Dafu, frowned slightly, gave Wang Dafu a blank look, and asked angrily: "Dalang? It is a tradition since ancient times to tell ghost stories at the Ullambana meeting. Is there anything strange about this?"

"Well~~" A large group of great talents who have been famous in history shining for thousands of years, each sitting together with a solemn and majestic expression, concentrating and solemnizing... telling ghost stories! Wang Dafu was speechless, and his forehead was covered with black lines for a moment, as if he was hit hard with a brick...

The topic in the building continues. According to the "tradition", Mr. Feng Tang blew out the candle in front of him after telling his story. The next person to tell the story was Feng Jie, the censor of the Qin Ge Empire.

"... The old man was so angry that his grandson was killed and his neighbors didn't believe what he said at all. He believed that he was old and confused. In anger, he waved his knife to cut off his ears, sternly issued a curse and would never let those who killed his grandson go away. Then he died miserably because of excessive bleeding..."

To be honest, it is actually quite funny to see Feng Jie, who has always been known for his "selflessness", telling a ghost story that is like a strange and chaotic god without expression. However, Wang Dafu is a little confused now.

To be honest, Wang Dafu is really speechless about this traditional program of the "Ullambane". As a new "four newcomer" in the 30th century who has "cars, houses, money and leisure", Wang Dafu basically stays away from the sayings of ghosts and gods such as "the past and future lives, the six realms of reincarnation", and even sneers at these nagging ghost stories in the game!

There is no way, you should know that there is a race like "Undead" in "Life". Can you expect people who see this skeleton shell swaying in front of you every day and explode from time to time due to the failure of the experiment, and have awe of "silent ghosts"? To say "wild ghosts", there is now a "zombie general" Li Yuanba in Green Willow City, who even God dared to smash during his lifetime. How about it? It should be considered the awesome zombie in the world, right? I'm familiar with such a guy. Will Wang Dafu care about other female zombies with "theft fetish"? (They are practicing~~a zombie is angry)

"... Maybe the old lady's hostility really alarmed God, maybe it was because of her resentment that Jiuyou, after her death, the old lady actually turned into a ghost, holding a three-foot-long kitchen knife, killing all those who had hurt her grandson..." Feng Jie's voice came into Wang Dafu's ears in absent mind, causing Wang Dafu to suddenly laugh.

"A three-foot-long kitchen knife? Isn't that the same guy used by the couple? Well~~ I've never seen Xiao Xixi for a long time? Have they run out for a trip again..." The occasional sentence that I heard made Wang Dafu's thoughts turn to another direction: "Well~~ Every year, the Ullambank will make up new ghost stories, which is really a very hard thing! No wonder these guys were so nervous at the beginning. If the ghost stories told in such occasions were heard by others, it would be embarrassing..."

Having seen this bizarre world, Wang Dafu was really not interested in the "personal" ghost stories told by these "Great and Great Talents" who had been famous for their eternity. However, since he knew that this was a traditional program in the "Ullambane Club", he certainly would not be so blindly disturbed. He had to sit aside with boredom and let his thoughts fall into a wandering place.

Unfortunately, Wang Dafu didn’t know that these ghost stories might really be meaningless, but the "ritual" of extinguishing all the lights and blowing out a candle for every ghost story is not so meaningless, at least in some cases it is not so meaningless...

"...I don't know if it's because the old lady's obsession is too deep. After taking revenge, she did not get rebirth, but instead turned into a thousand ghosts and stayed in this world. Because she cut off her ears before she died, even if someone held a Dharma meeting, she could not hear the sound of the scriptures. She could only wander around this world and keep killing..." Feng Jie's voice gradually lowered, and then gently blew out the candle in front of him. After a moment of quietness in the building, another person continued to speak.

"I cut off my ears and couldn't hear the scriptures? Why do I feel that this plot is very familiar... Well~~ I can't remember... Forget it, I don't think about it anymore, maybe I heard this story somewhere." At this time, Wang Dafu's thoughts were still running wildly, touching his head casually, but he touched the wound again, which made him tremble for a while.

"...Damn it, why did I fall just now?" To be honest, Wang Dafu felt ashamed of how he fell on his back just now. Not to mention that he was embarrassed, with his current ability and cultivation, it was incredible that he would fall like this!
Chapter completed!