In the evening, on the official road from Tongguan to Chang'an, several people rode their horses and rode their horses and got off the horse and stayed in the front post. They had just passed Tongguan, and there were also stations in the pass. However, the situation is tense now, and ordinary people cannot stay overnight, so they can only go west and close the door to come here.

If, according to the past, there were many merchants on the official road, and there might not be a room for temporary accommodation. However, it was different at this time. Even if it was late, there were many rooms at the inn station. The young man in the lead was about to check in, but he heard someone chatting and laughing in a corner of the hall.

Seeing that he was going to join in the fun, the followers tried to persuade him, but the young man didn't care. He was seventeen or eighteen years old and was full of energy. Although the situation was chaotic and many bandits were waiting for an opportunity to harass the countryside, this place was located near the important area of ​​Tongguan, and no thieves dared to do anything.

He walked up and saw a young man in a cloth dressed in a lotus flower. More than ten people around him listened with relish. When he heard it carefully, he turned out to be a strange man.

"I have a surname named Liu, and I like to hear the legend of strange ambitions. I wonder if I can be with me for the last seat?"

"It turns out to be Liu Langjun, with a certain surname Yu. If you are interested, please sit down."

Liu Langjun sat aside, listening to the young man named Yu telling the story of "adventures" and talking about strange stories in the Lingnan area.

"Everyone's accent, Yu Langjun is probably from Guanzhong. It turns out that he has been to Lingnan?"

"Mr. I am a native of Jingzhao. I have been to the south of the Yangtze River and Lingnan to hear people talk about all kinds of strange stories."

Seeing the people around him looking at him with a reproachful look on his face, Liu Langjun bowed and signaled Yu Langjun to continue.

"One day, I stayed at a Dayuling residence and met a businessman. I talked about my personal experience..."

He said that the Shang Shang surnamed Ma, who was in his early thirties, traveled to Guangzhou, Lingnan and Jiangzhou, Lingbei, to sell goods. He went to his own manor one after another. This park was located at the foot of the mountain and was not far from the city. Ma Langjun rode his horse for several miles and saw a piece of Berlin with several new houses beside him.

At this time, the sun sets in the west. Ma Langjun got off his horse and saw a woman in front of the room, wearing filial clothes and beautiful appearance, claiming to be guarding the grave.

As the saying goes, if you want to be pretty and be filial, Ma Langjun started to chat with him. The woman said that she had good wine at home and was willing to give it to someone who was destined to be.

After a while, I came out with a bronze wine glass and sang a song with Ma Langjun: "I only hold a scarf and comb to cover the entrance hall, but no one candle shadows remain. The silk clothes in the past have now melted, and the poplar winds blew up the cold mountains."

Ma Langjun felt that the song was so stern that it was not good. It was too late at this time and the wine was gone. The woman said to go back to the house to add wine, so he followed quietly and looked into the house.

"What do you guys say he saw?"

Everyone naturally knew that there was something strange inside, probably something unclean, but Liu Langjun didn't agree with it. There were too many stories about various strange legends, so he felt that there was nothing to guess.

What else can be there? Maybe a big snake is spitting into a bar!

Yu Langjun kept a secret, and when everyone was intrigued, he found that he was interested, he found a big black snake hanging on the beam of the roof. The snake body was hanging down. The woman stabbed her with a knife, and the blood fell into the cup and turned into wine. Ma Langjun shuddered and hurriedly left."

"I heard the woman crying slowly behind her: 'My husband, please stay for now..."

Everyone sighed with their hands, all of whom were afraid, but Liu Langjun was not moved. He had read too many such stories.

He has read the "Shenyi Sutra" and "Ten Continents" written by Dongfang Shuo, as well as the later "Su Shen Ji", "Shu Yi Zhi", "You Ming Lu" and other strange books, so he feels that most of the ghost stories in the world are changed without any medicine.

Using personal experience as a gimmick, it makes ordinary people sweat in their cold sweat, but it is just a way to spend time in their spare time.

Just as he was about to get up and leave, he was stopped by the Yu Langjun: "Liu Langjun, do you seem to be not interested in Yu's story?"

"Liu has also heard what the husband said."

Liu Langjun is too lazy to talk nonsense, and of course he doesn't want to expose the other party directly. After all, there is no grudge or grudge when we meet by chance, and there is no need for people to get out of Taiwan.

"It turns out that Liu Langjun also has many adventures. I wonder if I have heard of hundreds of ghosts walking at night?"

When everyone heard "Hundred Ghosts Walking at Night", they became interested. Just by listening to these four words, they felt very ghostly, and they were both terrible and wanted to hear them. However, Liu Langjun was still not surprised.

"Mr. Liu has never heard of it. Could it be that Yu Langjun has experienced it again?"

The word "Yu" is very serious and has a sarcastic meaning. No matter how sensible Liu Langjun is, he is still seventeen or eighteen years old, and his blood is as strong as a rock falling from a river, and his edges have not yet been worn away.

"No, the "Tokyo Fu" written by Zhang Heng of the Eastern Han Dynasty said: There are peach trees on Dushuo Mountain, and the lower part is often briefly reviewed by hundreds of ghosts. Those who have no reason are Shen Tu and Yulei, holding them with reed ropes and holding them with tigers."

"Of course, it seems that Yu Langjun has read a lot of books."

Liu Langjun sat upright. If the other party dared to speak nonsense, he would not mind quoting this passage. Since the other party had read "Tokyo Fu", he should be a scholar, so it would be good to chat and pass the time.

"The "Su Shen Ji" says: The Marquis of Shouguang was a man of Emperor Zhang of Han. He could impeach hundreds of ghosts and make them tied up and see themselves. Can Mr. Liu know what these 'hundred ghosts' are there?"

"A hundred ghosts are imaginary numbers, which means a large number."

"But Yu heard the saying that hundreds of ghosts were walking in the night, and all these hundreds of ghosts had their origins."

"I listen carefully."

Seeing everyone's ears, Yu Langjun drank a glass of water and slowly said: "One of the hundred ghosts is called hanged ghost, also known as hanged ghost..."

"The hanging ghost dishevels his hair, has pale face, protruding eyes, and has a long tongue that vomits blood. He likes to tangle around someone who wants to die, and watch him commit suicide..."

"The second of the hundred ghosts is called drowning ghost, also known as the ghost falling into the water, the ghost falling into the water, the ghost falling into the water..."

......

A postman walked out of the hall and came alone from a place with a large number of people to the dark courtyard. He felt chill all over his body, and just now he heard the Lord Yu say "Hundred Ghosts Walking at Night", which was really exciting.

What are the ghosts that are used to deal with swords, soul-hiding ghosts, yellow father ghosts, five strange ghosts, hanging boot ghosts, etc., are unheard of.

The post station receives merchants and officials from all over the world every day. The postmen have heard of all kinds of strange stories, but he has never heard of "a hundred ghosts walking at night", and this Yu Langjun really tells the origins of a hundred ghosts.

It sounds eye-opening, so fun!

However, when he was anxious to give up the court, he regretted it: the thatched cottage was pitch black, would there be... a toilet ghost?

Even if you are afraid, you must solve the problem of internal urgency. Now you can't stand it anymore. No matter how afraid you are, you have to go out with respect. But you are really afraid of panic, so he wants to find a companion.

It was not about pulling together, but about standing outside and talking to him to enhance his courage. He covered his stomach and walked to the small building next to him, where there were companions on the night.

"Oh, accompany me to the cottage, and I will accompany you next time!"

He whispered a few times, but the people on the small building didn't move. He was annoyed but didn't dare to shout loudly. He walked up the stairs to pull the other party: "You guy, pretend for me...oh? Why are you shaking?"

"Then... over there..."

Looking in the direction pointed by his trembling hand, he looked at it and then his face turned pale: there were many ghost fires floating on the official road not far outside the station, and under the pale firelight, a large number of black shadows were moving forward.

Under the night and in the wilderness, there are ghostly spirits, and these shadows are afraid that they are not humans.

There are no mass graves around the official road. His ancestors were all post houses, and they didn’t see ghost fires outside that night, but now this “grand occasion” is really terrifying.

These ghosts came out to sway in the middle of the night to do... A hundred ghosts walk at night! It must be a hundred ghosts walk at night!

The calves trembled, and their whole body was shaking like sieve. They couldn't control their sensation and even fell into their crotch. They didn't care about the stench. The two of them rolled down the stairs and ran into someone head-on.

"What's going on? It's so smelly, oh, why are you..."

"Ghost, outside...there are...ghosts, hundreds of ghosts walking at night..."

"Just tell me, I heard the story just now, and I still went to the night of a hundred ghosts..."

The man didn't believe it, so he went up the small building and rolled down after a moment, saying something unscrupulous: I just heard the story of the Hundred Ghosts' Night Walk, but I really met it!

There was a lot of noise. Everyone in the hall ran out. After hearing what the three postmen said, many of them changed their expressions and did not dare to go upstairs to see them. They all went to their own rooms in the backyard.

No one dares to provoke monsters and monsters. If you can hide, you can avoid them. To open your eyes, you will provoke unclean things. If you have any bad luck, you will die in vain.

"I'll go and have a look!"

Liu Langjun was brave and rushed upstairs. Looking at the "magnificent" scene in the distance, he couldn't help but breathe in: "Does... really a hundred ghosts walk at night?"

"Wow, it's really a hundred ghosts walking at night..."

Yu Langjun appeared behind him, and kept admiring but without fear. In contrast, Liu Langjun couldn't help but be stubborn about his disobedience. He looked at the large group of ghosts and fell into deep thought: "The war is in chaos, and these monsters and monsters are all coming out to cause trouble..."

"Wait, the soldiers are in chaos... These ghosts seem to be lined up neatly, just like military ones..."

"Maybe it was the Yin soldiers who used the way?"

Yu Langjun talked aside, as if giving an answer, but Liu Langjun didn't think so: "No, the sayings of ghosts and gods mostly occur in deserted mountains and wildernesses where people are rare, and I have never heard of them here!"

"I understand, there must be someone... it's Zhou's army! It's Zhou's army pretending to be a ghost, just marching at night, avoiding people's eyes and ears! Hurry up and explain the matter to the postmaster, and sound the gongs and drums..."

The voice of his speech ended abruptly, and a short knife was pressed against his waist. Liu Langjun was stunned because the one holding the knife was Yu Langjun.

"Bingo, I got the answer right, but there is no reward for answering right."

Yu Langjun smiled slightly, looked at the other party and asked, "Brother, he has such knowledge at a young age, I don't know who he is."

"You...you are Zhou Jun's detailed work!"

"Tsk tsk, you look righteous and stern. Why? Brother Tai is a loyal minister of the Great Sui Dynasty?"

Liu Langjun was speechless. He had not yet become an official, so how could he say a loyal minister? Seeing that he did not speak, Yu Langjun continued to speak: "Yang Jian, a loyal minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty, has died heroically for his country. I wonder if his fathers in his brother Tai's family were a loyal minister of the Great Zhou six years ago? Which court should he be loyal to?"

"Wooah!"

Liu Langjun wanted to resist, but was easily subdued by Yu Langjun. He pressed his sharp knife against his neck. From the corner of his eyes, many people in the courtyard pulled out their weapons and controlled the postmen.

"If you see some things, it's better to pretend that you didn't see them and ask me again, who is my brother?"

"Jingzhao Wugong, Liu Wenjing."
Chapter completed!