The shopkeeper came out very quickly. His eyes were very sharp. With Xu Xiaolin's supplementary comments and Ning Shusheng's statement, they quickly came to an insightful conclusion.
"I think there must be something fishy about this matter!"
Russell, who was lying on the side, almost laughed. Yuan Fang, is that you
The story of Scholar Ning is also a legend, not a Chinese Ghost Story. The name and so on are just coincidences.
He was an ordinary poor scholar in a small town. A few months ago, he was out for fun and accidentally saved a girl.
At that time, the girl came from another place and wanted to go to the small town to live with her relatives and make a living there.
However, I didn’t know that after not contacting them for a long time, my relatives’ business had already gone extremely bad and they were simply unwilling to feed another mouth.
So the girl had to return, and she encountered danger on the way and almost died in the mouth of a wild beast. Fortunately, Scholar Ning came to rescue her.
Later, seeing that she was injured, he kindly took her home and let her recuperate.
During the convalescence period, the two of them got along better and better with each other, and after a while, they became good friends and naturally prayed to heaven and earth and became husband and wife.
Apart from this incident, Ning Shusheng said that nothing strange had ever happened to him again.
Everyone looked at the same time and had an answer in their minds, that is Shen Shusheng's wife.
"How could she be a ghost?"
Ning Shusheng instantly felt unhappy and was about to resist, but the shopkeeper kept tapping his forehead and he couldn't move.
"This is indeed a strange thing." The shopkeeper tapped the table lightly, with a puzzled look on his face, "If his wife is a ghost, how could he not find out if they lived together?"
Ghosts have no physical form and are afraid of sunlight. How is it possible that if they live together with ghosts for a long time, they won't notice anything unusual
But looking at Mr. Ning's expression, he didn't seem to be lying.
Xiaodie next to him couldn't help but shake his hand, then she breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Russell with gratitude.
It was the City God's supernatural powers that allowed her to have a physical body. Many practitioners passed by her without noticing anything. It was amazing!
"I once heard a story that seemed very familiar to me."
Russell suddenly spoke, which immediately attracted everyone's attention and they stared at him blankly.
"I've heard that if a ghost wants to have a physical body and become like a human, it must have a carrier. The conditions are very harsh."
Everyone couldn't help but ask in unison, "What are the conditions?"
They were very interested in this bizarre news and wanted to know more from the bottom of their hearts.
"That means wearing the skin of a living person, eating the heart of a living person, and drinking the blood of a living person."
Russell grinned, revealing a sinister smile, "And you have to do it once a month because it will stink!"
It's impossible not to notice that smell.
As soon as he finished speaking, the scholar surnamed Ning rolled his eyes, collapsed to the ground, and breathed rapidly, as if he couldn't catch his breath.
Russell was shocked. Was this guy here to commit fraud
The shopkeeper quickly took action and tapped his chest with a finger, instantly causing him to gasp for breath, but he still lay on the ground, motionless.
Everyone watched in silence. Anyone who knew that his wife was a ghost in human skin would feel uncomfortable.
What's more, that thing stinks, and it lies next to you every day, kissing you, secretly sucking your yang energy, trying to suck you to death.
this…
The scholar surnamed Ning lay on the ground, his eyes blank, mumbling to himself, "How is it possible... How is it possible..."
Xu Xiaolin felt sad when he saw him like this. He whispered, "Why don't I go to the Night Watch and ask around to see if there are any women missing recently, or if they died horribly or their bodies haven't been found..."
He didn't say the second half of the sentence. As long as such a report is found in the files of the Night Watch Department, it means that everyone's reasoning is true.
"Don't bother, just go find her!"
The shopkeeper looked serious. He took out a piece of paper and a pen from the counter and said to the scholar named Ning, "Come on, come with me and take a look. You will know. What if it is not the one?"
What if it’s not
The scholar surnamed Ning's eyes suddenly lit up and he instantly got up from the ground. He muttered "yes, yes, yes" in a panic and led the way.
The shopkeeper followed closely behind him. Xu Xiaolin hesitated for a moment and then followed him. The bookstore suddenly became quiet.
"Isn't the City God going?"
Xiaodie leaned over and started grinding ink for Russell, asking softly. In her opinion, since such a thing happened in the city, as the city god, he had to go and take a look.
Russell shook his head, showing no interest at all. The mere female ghost was not even worth a fraction of what he was earning now.
He is also a man who can earn dozens of energy points in minutes, and he cares about this little money.
"Let me ask you a question. How can we make ordinary people understand the City God better and be willing to believe in him?"
Russell had a lot of ideas in his mind, but the culture and customs here were different after all. If he wanted to find a suitable method, he had to find something familiar.
Xiaodie pondered for a moment, "I think adults can write books."
"Oh, what do you mean?"
"I saw the mortal cultivation book written by the adults the other day. It is amazing, but there is a drawback. It is too long. Ordinary people can't afford it. Only scholars are vying to read it."
Xiaodie directly pointed out the drawbacks. Nowadays, book paper is expensive, and few people buy and read books. Even in the future, few people will be willing to buy books.
Most ordinary people like to listen to what others say, and since they can't read many words, they are even less interested in the long-winded talks about mortals cultivating immortals.
"Why don't you write some short stories that the common people are interested in, and then let the City God write himself better. When the common people encounter problems, they will think of you unconsciously."
"It would be best if you could also talk about some taboos among the people, compile excerpts, make them into a jingle, and pass them on by word of mouth. Those who use them will be your followers, my Lord!"
Russell suddenly remembered Lu Ban's book. When building a house, one must follow his rules and burn incense and pay respects respectfully.
If you think about it carefully, this method is indeed very good.
He complimented casually, "Not bad, I didn't expect you to be quite smart, and your idea is very good."
Xiaodie half-knelt excitedly, "Thank you for the compliment, Lord City God."
Although she has practiced for two hundred years, she has no roots or sect and is just a wandering soul. She is only at the sixth or seventh level of the human master level. This is very impressive for ordinary people, but for a righteous god like the City God, she is just a weakling.
This is a big shot who is high above everyone else.
Russell thought quietly for a while and decided to write some short stories that would interest the common people and could be passed on by word of mouth...
An idea soon came to my mind. There is no Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio in this world, and ordinary people should be very happy with these ghost stories.
He subconsciously looked under the table, at a hardworking little book demon. "Little guy, you are so hardworking, why don't you work overtime?"
The little book demon who was writing diligently suddenly felt a chill on his back and shivered. Why did he always have an ominous premonition
ps: Six thousand one hundred words today.