"It's dry, be careful with fire!"
Renjia Town was relatively peaceful at night. The night watchman, Old Chen, was walking in the dark alley, beating the gong in his hand as usual.
The night wind was howling, and the weather was still a little cold at the beginning of spring.
Old Chen took a sip of the wine in the gourd. The slightly spicy feeling spread through his mouth, removing the coldness from his body.
"Wine is a good thing, woman, huh!"
Old Chen put the wine gourd on his waist. As a poor night watchman, his family naturally could not afford to marry a wife, so wine became his only support.
He continued walking in the dark path, holding the gong, without any fear in his heart.
I have been walking on the road at night so many times that I have become accustomed to it. When I meet a bad guy, I am too lazy to rob him because I don’t have even five coins on me.
As for what are the unclean things
Old Chen chuckled and thought it would be best if a beautiful female ghost came. Anyway, his life was worthless and it would be nice to enjoy himself before dying.
His thoughts drifted further and further away. The money he saved this month was almost enough, so he might as well go to Yihongyuan and have some fun.
Who should I look for this month
Xiaohong
No, no, it’s too small. I can hold it with one hand.
Cuihua
Alas, she is a bit old. Although she still has her charm and good skills, she cannot arouse Old Chen's interest.
I'm afraid only Mr. Cao likes this thing.
Old Chen thought of the story of Cao from the Three Kingdoms that he had heard today. He loved to climb over other people's walls. He counted the storytellers in the teahouse carefully and found that there were more than a dozen of them. They were all first-rate girls with good figures and beautiful looks.
Damn Cao!
Damn storyteller!
The more Old Chen thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. This Cao was living a god-like life, and the storyteller was not a good person either. Why did you say it was so good
What you said makes me, Old Chen, feel itchy.
No, Old Chen’s eyes are dazzled. Let’s go to Yihongyuan tomorrow and learn from Mr. Cao.
Thinking about something in his mind, Lao Chen was in great spirits. He walked with his feet creating the wind and raised the gong in his hand and started striking it with a clang.
"It's dry, be careful of thieves!"
"Fuck you, you bastard!"
Lao Chen spat on the ground and thought to himself, forget it, why the hell can't he say it
But fortunately, it is late at night and every household has turned off the lights and gone to bed. The moon is full and the stars are sparse, so no one should see it.
"It's dry, be careful with fire!"
Old Chen staggered forward a few steps and vaguely heard a strange sound coming from the front.
"Help, help."
Female ghost
Old Chen's face inexplicably turned red. He threw away his eating utensils and ran forward.
The sound was intermittent. Lao Chen came to a dilapidated house. He widened his eyes and found that he knew the owner of the house.
He was his drinking buddy and a frequent visitor to Yihongyuan, Old Li, who chopped wood in the mountains.
Old Chen listened carefully and found out that the voice was made by Old Li, not the beautiful female ghost described by the storyteller.
"Damn it! You're ruining my fun!"
Lao Chen patted Lao Li's broken door with his hand, cursing, "Lao Li, Lao Li, you bastard, what are you doing at home!"
"Old Chen?!"
The people inside were overjoyed when they heard the noise coming from outside.
Old Li spoke in a panic, patting the door desperately, "Quick, quick, help me open this door, huh, huh!"
Old Chen was a little surprised. What happened made Old Li so panicked? He could hear his panting through the door.
The broken door in front of him was shaky. Not to mention an adult, even if a gust of wind blew, Lao Chen doubted whether it would fall down.
"Old Li, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but did you go to Yihong Courtyard to look for Xiaohong again yesterday? Your legs are so weak that you can't even open a broken door."
Old Chen laughed loudly, stretched out his hand, and pushed the door inward, but no matter how hard he pushed, it wouldn't budge.
"You wouldn't have locked yourself in there, would you?"
"fart!"
Lao Li cursed in a low voice, "Hurry up, I seem to have provoked some unclean creatures during the day, and I didn't mean to do it, but it seems to be chasing me."
Dirty things
Old Chen's heart sank, and as the cold wind blew, he suddenly felt a chill on his back. Alcohol and sex give people courage, and now that he was much more sober, he felt vaguely scared.
"What is it?"
Lao Chen spoke in a low voice, for fear of disturbing anyone.
This world is not that safe.
"When I went up the mountain to chop wood, I passed by an abandoned grave and saw a pair of beautiful red shoes on it. I was tempted and took them back. I didn't expect that!"
"You bastard, you will die in a woman's belly sooner or later."
Before Old Li finished speaking, Old Chen outside started cursing. Old Li's family was as poor as his, so naturally he didn't have a woman.
The purpose of taking the red shoes was naturally to please the little fairies in Yihong Courtyard.
But can the red shoes on the grave move
Old Li was also anxious at this time. He said in a panic, "I was possessed by a ghost at the time. When I came back, I thought something was wrong, so I burned it with fire."
"I'm afraid of nothing if it's burned!"
Lao Li's tone became more and more panicked, "Don't ask, just knock on the door quickly!"
Old Chen tried his best to push the shaky door open no matter how hard he pushed.
"Damn it, I can't push it open. I guess this is probably a hit!"
It would have been fine if he hadn't mentioned it. Once he did, Old Li inside the door trembled even more. "I don't even dare to close my eyes now. As soon as I close my eyes, I see the pair of red shoes."
"Don't close your eyes, I'll be guarding you outside. I estimate it will take a few hours until dawn. A night will pass."
Old Chen half leaned against the door, took the wine gourd at his waist and took two sips. He suddenly realized that even though the two of them made such a loud noise, there was not a single light on around them.
Gurgle!
Old Chen couldn't help feeling a little scared. He took another sip of wine, only to find that the gourd was empty.
Something is wrong!
He had clearly filled his bottle before he came, but he only took four or five sips on the way.
"Old Chen, Old Li, if I get out alive today, you can choose any Yihong Courtyard tomorrow."
Lao Chen put down the wine gourd in his hand and suppressed the fear in his heart. "Once is not enough, at least twice is needed."
"Hey, hey, hey!"
Lao Li's laughter inside the door became quieter and quieter, and Lao Chen immediately realized something was wrong, "What's wrong?"
"There seems to be a figure in the house, I can't tell whether it's a man or a woman, he has long hair that seems to be dripping with water, he's wearing red clothes and red shoes!"
Old Li's tone became more and more terrified. Old Chen turned around and slammed the door hard, making a last-ditch effort.
The door remained silent.
"Hurry up and go to the charity cemetery to invite Uncle Nine!"
Old Chen gritted his teeth and glanced, and found a pair of red shoes under the threshold, with wet water marks spreading out.
He no longer hesitated, turned around and ran away, and Old Li inside the door gradually became silent.
At this time, Russell was sleeping soundly, with his round calves exposed.
"Uncle Jiu, help!"
The shout instantly woke up everyone in the charity cemetery. Uncle Jiu opened his eyes suddenly, turned over, and put on his clothes.
He glanced at a little kid lying on his back, and slapped Russell on the butt. "You are so weak, and you sleep naked. Aren't you ashamed?"
Russell woke up instantly, touched his little butt, and looked aggrieved.
It’s not my fault that I like to sleep naked, it’s just that the weather is hot.