So here comes the problem.
There is only one quilt, not enough to sit on, what should I do
Wen Yantong was stunned for a moment.
Mu Yang came in very unceremoniously, and said, "Brother Xi said that there is no real ghost in Nian'an Temple, so I brought him here. Wen Yantong, you will be responsible for persuading Brother Xi today."
Wen Yantong said, "Why should I convince you, I don't believe that Nian'an Temple is really haunted."
Seeing that Chi Jingxi was still standing outside, she immediately said enthusiastically, "Master, come in quickly, it's very cold outside, be careful of freezing."
Since Chi Jingxi was dragged here, he naturally wouldn't turn his head back at the door, so he followed into the door, and immediately saw Mu Yang squeezed on the quilt, he chuckled, "You have quite a lot of tricks."
Wen Yantong called the two princes in again, turned around and saw that Mu Yang had taken his place. She hurried over, "This is my place, you get up."
Mu Yang wrapped Wen Yantong's quilt around his body, "Now it's my place."
Wen Yantong didn't like it, he stepped forward to pull his quilt, and Mu Yang started pulling with her. It's just that her strength was really inferior to Mu Yang, and Mu Yang didn't move even after tugging for a while, so she rolled up her sleeves high in anger.
Just when he was about to start again, Zhang Jieran stood up and said, "Brother Wen, sit here with me, I'll go and get another spare quilt."
Zhang Jieran put on his shoes and walked, took out the quilt and stitched it together, but it was still not enough to sit on.
Fu Zixian said, "I'll get it too."
Mu Yang, who had been pretending to be a tortoise, made a move now, stopped Fu Zixian, and said, "Why are you so troublesome, let the attendant at the door get a few."
As he said that, he got up and went to the door, Wen Yantong seized the opportunity to get back to his seat, hugged the quilt into a ball, and squeezed into the seat inside.
After a while, the guards brought quilts and a heater, and the cold room was instantly warmed up, and several people also sat down on the quilts.
Wen Yantong turned off the lights, took a copper wire lamp and placed it in the center, the soft orange light shone on everyone's faces.
Cheng Xiao asked her in confusion, "Why did you turn off the lights?"
Wen Yantong said, "You don't understand, so there is atmosphere."
"What atmosphere?" Mu Yang asked.
Wen Yantong didn't explain, just waved his hand, and said to Zhang Jieran, "You start talking about what happened to you in Nian'an Temple last year."
Zhang Jieran nodded slightly, "When I came to Nian'an Temple last year, I lived in Baishen Courtyard. The first day at night, I heard the crying of a woman, very small, intermittent, as if I was right beside me..."
Mu Yang coughed, drawing everyone's attention to him.
"What are you doing?" Wen Yantong asked.
Mu Yang said to Zhang Jieran, "Tell the truth, don't fool around with mystery!"
Zhang Jieran got the warning and nodded quickly, "I don't dare to lie."
Cheng Xin said, "Be quiet and listen carefully."
After Mu Yang stopped arguing, Zhang Jieran continued, "The sound lasted for a long time, so I haven't been able to sleep well."
"When did it start?" Wen Yantong asked.
"I don't know." Zhang Jieran said, "Nian'an Temple is outside the Chaoge, the sound of the chiming clock can't be transmitted, and there is no time chiming in the temple, so I don't know when it started."
He continued, "After stopping for a while, we heard screams. We hurriedly went out to look, and saw a classmate sitting on the ground, yelling that there was a ghost, and attracted many people."
"After the master came, the crowd dispersed slowly. After that, there was no strange sound. I didn't fall asleep until halfway through Yinshi, and the morning bell rang at Chenshi, so I didn't sleep well on the first day."
Several people were silent for a while, Wen Yantong asked again, "What about the second night?"
"The noise was even worse on the second night. There were indeed cries of children and women. Many people in the Baishen Court could not sleep well. Later, there was another cry, mixed with mournful screams. The screams, the master took the students to investigate together, and even led out the monks in the temple, but found nothing in the end."
Zhang Jieran said, "I only slept for an hour on the second night. During that time, I heard someone knock on my door, but because I was a little scared at the time, I didn't go to open the door. So I remember it very clearly. Some people said that they saw someone hanging themselves in the temple. Girl, I don’t know if these are true or not.”
Mu Yang rubbed his arms, "It happened. Fortunately, I went to Fule Temple last year."
Chi Jingxi pondered for a moment, and then asked, "How did you know it was Yin's time when you fell asleep the first night?"
Zhang Jieran hurriedly replied, "I heard the crowing of a rooster, so I vaguely guessed that it was half past Yin's hour."
Chi Jingxi's eyes were gloomy, as black as ink, she didn't know what she was thinking.
Cheng Xiao wondered, "Do ghosts really exist in this world?"
Wen Yantong said, "How should I put it, believe it or not, no one can say for sure about this kind of thing."
Mu Yang curled his lips, "Definitely not."
Wen Yantong smiled, "Don't worry about making sure, I'll tell you a story, and you'll know."
As he spoke, he glanced at Chi Jingxi. When she just sat down, she deliberately squeezed to Chi Jingxi's side, firstly because she was afraid that Fu Zixian would be cautious when sitting with him, and secondly, it was because of her own inertia.
When several friends sit together, people are willing to sit with their favorite friends.
Noticing her questioning gaze, Chi Jingxi said in a low voice, "Say, can I still stop you?"
Wen Yantong said with a smile, "Young Master, you don't need to stop me, if you don't want to hear it, just say shut up."
Anyway, he often does.
Cheng Xin urged, "Stop talking to Jingxi, talk quickly."
These young masters have never had the habit of sitting on the quilt with others at night and listening to stories, so they all find it strange.
Wen Yantong didn't hesitate, lowered his voice, and said slowly, "This story was told to me by my great-grandfather. It happened in my hometown many years ago. At that time, my great-grandfather was only nine years old. when… "
"That was really many years ago..." Mu Yang couldn't help sighing.
"Shut up." Wen Yantong said, "Don't interrupt me when I'm telling a story."
Mu Yang shut up obediently.
Wen Yantong used the usual opening of ghost stories, in order to make the listeners subconsciously think that this is a true story.
"My great-grandfather said that in the past, his neighbor had a son who passed the examination of a scholar, and he was very famous in his hometown. Because my hometown is small, it is very powerful to be able to produce a scholar, so everyone in a few miles respects him. Scholars are praised."
"It's just a scholar." Mu Yang pouted.
Wen Yantong said angrily, "Are you still listening?"
"Alright, alright, continue talking." Mu Yang said hastily.
"That scholar also felt that he was great. He was invited to eat, drink and have fun all day long. He also married a local girl from a well-to-do family. He didn't study hard, so that he failed the rankings for several years, and he was only a scholar when he was halfway through. Later, in order to let him go on the right path, the girl always followed him to yell and make trouble when he went out to play, and forced him to go home. As time passed, no one dared to ask him to go out and have a good time. "
"But the scholar held a grudge because of this. He felt that his wife was not only old and decrepit, but also made troubles all day long, which made him lose face. He always planned to get rid of his wife."
Mu Yang sighed twice, but did not interrupt Wen Yantong's words.
The people in the circle listened very seriously and stared at Wen Yantong.
"Then one day, that scholar tricked his wife to the mountain..." Wen Yantong slowed down his speech, "Pushed her off the cliff, and his wife fell down the cliff and died on the spot."
"This bastard is too insignificant!" Mu Yang couldn't help cursing.
"Is it? What's hateful is that when the scholar went back, he said that his wife fell to his own death. Everyone around him believed it. Even the woman's natal family comforted the scholar, telling him not to be sad and marry another as soon as possible." Wen Yan Tong Road.
Mu Yang was very angry, "How can there be such a disgusting person!"
Cheng Xin shook his head and sighed, "There are too many people like this, but you and I haven't met them yet."
Cheng Xiao also said, "It's a pity that the girl married someone who is not as good as a pig or a dog."
Wen Yantong nodded, "Women in this world, if they marry well, they will have no worries for the rest of their lives, but if they marry poorly, life will be miserable."
In the end, he still had to catch up with Chi Jingxi and asked, "Isn't that right, Young Master?"
Chi Jingxi raised his eyelids and glanced at her, "How do I know? I'm not a woman."
Wen Yantong choked, and said, "You have read so many books, and you are well-informed, how can you not know?"
"The books I read are all about literary etiquette and the ways of passing on from generation to generation, and I haven't studied how a woman will marry and what will happen." Chi Jingxi said indifferently, "Your story is finished?"
"Not yet." Only then did Wen Yantong realize that he had strayed from the topic, and immediately brought the topic back to the focus, and continued, "The strange things started after the woman died."
From this point on, the story began to have a sinister meaning. Wen Yantong deliberately used his tone to create an atmosphere, and said in a low voice, "The scholar has a guilty conscience. He is afraid that the woman's resentment will come to him, so he pretends to bury her body in the soil first." , and then when the night was dark and the wind was high, he dug it out and burned it clean, turning it into a pile of black ashes."
"Who knew that on the second night, when the man was sleeping, he heard footsteps in the room, wandering around in front of the bed, walking back and forth..."
"Wait!" Mu Yang interrupted suddenly, startling Wen Yantong so much that he almost pouted.
The people around were also taken aback.
Annoyed, she stretched out her hand to pinch Mu Yang, "What are you doing, what are you doing!"
Mu Yang hurriedly blocked her hand, and asked in a panic, "Why do I feel that your story is a little bit wrong? Could the footsteps belong to the scholar's wife? Isn't she dead?"
"Can you just keep your mouth shut and listen to the story?" Wen Yantong was so angry that he kicked his feet.
Mu Yang shouted, "Yes, yes! Don't kick me..."
Wen Yantong retracted her feet back into the quilt again, calming down.
Cheng Xin said quickly, "Yang Er, if you are afraid, go back first, your voice just now scared us all."
Mu Yang stiffened his neck, "Why am I scared? I just want to make sure!"
Cheng Xiao said, "You said you weren't afraid, but you turned pale with fright. Fu Zixian is one year younger than you, so he wasn't afraid at all, but you got scared first."
Mu Yang immediately rubbed his cheeks when he heard the words, and turned his head to see that Fu Zixian was just timid and didn't react as much as expected, so he wondered, "Did Wen Yantong tell you this story?"
Fu Zixian shook his head, "No."
It's the door of his mother's door. Mu Yang secretly slandered.
Wen Yantong cleared his throat, gathered up the atmosphere that Mu Yang had broken up, and said slowly, "The man became somewhat conscious after hearing the footsteps, but he couldn't open his eyes no matter what. It's like something stuck to the eyes, but the footsteps only lingered around for half the night, and disappeared when it was almost dawn."
"Later, when Xiucai woke up, he asked the beauty sleeping next to him if he heard footsteps at night, and the beauty said no. Xiucai was very concerned about this matter. Who knew that for several days later, he could hear the footsteps in his room at night. There were footsteps in the middle, very clear. He couldn't bear the disturbance, ran to burn a lot of paper money for his wife, and begged her to forgive him, but that night... "
Wen Yantong turned his head, and saw that Mu Yangqiang was sitting calmly, his face was tense, a little funny.
She couldn't help laughing, and they immediately urged, "What are you laughing at, tell me!"
Wen Yantong immediately stopped laughing, and continued, "That night, footsteps still resounded in the room, and this time they came to his bedside, and stopped. This time the man was frightened out of his wits and wanted to struggle. Get up, but have no strength."
"Then Xiucai felt a chill on his neck, as if a pair of soft hands touched it, and then pinched it violently!"
"Ah!" Mu Yang exclaimed.
Wen Yantong was caught off guard and was taken aback again, turned around and beat Mu Yang, "Get out with your quilt in your arms!"
Mu Yang whimpered, "I was wrong, I was wrong, don't drive me out!"
Seeing that he was so frightened, Wen Yantong said helplessly, "I don't know who swore in the school that ghosts would not dare to knock on our door?"
Mu Yang swallowed, and said cheekily, "Who said that? Why didn't I know?"
Wen Yantong stretched out his hand towards him, and hinted, "If you are afraid, hold the people around you and don't yell in surprise, you know?"
Mu Yang nodded pitifully, turned around and took Fu Zixian's hand.
Wen Yantong was so angry that his teeth itched, he took his hand back.
You son of a bitch, it's better to scare you to death.
Hearing this, Cheng Xiao felt that this method was good, and took Cheng Xin's hand, "Brother Huang, if we pull together, we won't be afraid."
On the other side of Cheng Xiao was Zhang Jieran, and when Wen Yantong cast his gaze over him, he saw Zhang Jieran's face turned pale with fright, with no trace of blood left.
Wen Yantong was secretly shocked, she didn't pay attention to this just now, she didn't expect to be more frightened than Mu Yang, she greeted, "Zixian, you pull brother Zhang, it's scary to look at him."
Fu Zixian turned his head to take a look, and took the initiative to hold Zhang Jieran's hand, and Cheng Xiao also took the initiative to hold him, so several people formed a half circle hand in hand.
Wen Yantong turned around and asked Chi Jingxi, "Young Master, are you afraid?"
Chi Jingxi felt that this question was very naive, so he asked back, "Do you think I look scared?"
Unexpectedly, Wen Yantong nodded immediately, "I'm quite scared when I look at the young master, why don't you hold my hand, I will pass on to you the power of bravery!"
As he said that, he stretched out his hand from under the quilt to pull Chi Jingxi's sleeve, but only touched the fox fur on his sleeve, and the soft fur slipped away from his fingers. Chi Jingxi shrank his hand back, disdainfully Said, "I don't need your little bit of bravery."
Wen Yantong's plan fell through, and he curled his lips, "It's better to be a little bit bigger than nothing."
Cheng Xin smiled helplessly, "Jingxi is naturally not afraid of these things, she is no longer a child."
Apart from Chi Jingxi, Cheng Xin also looked normal. The two of them perfectly showed the fearless vigor of a young man.
Wen Yantong put his hands back on the quilt and said, "There is only one last point left in the story, I will finish it in one breath."
Several people fell silent again.
Wen Yantong pondered for a while, took a breath and sped up his speech, "Xiucai seemed to be choking his neck. The strength was so great that it made it difficult for him to breathe! He struggled vigorously but it was useless, it was just suffocating. At that moment, I heard a cock crowing, and the strength on my neck disappeared in an instant, and Xiucai breathed a sigh of relief, and survived."
"Xiucai was terrified. He drove more than ten miles to the next county town. He found a very famous blind half-immortal and told him about the situation. The half-immortal said that he was haunted by evil spirits. The first seven of the ghosts will definitely come back and take his life away."
"When Xiucai heard this, he was frightened to death. He hurriedly asked what method could be used to resist it. The half-immortal asked him how the girl died. But Xiucai didn't have the face to tell the truth. He knew that the girl died of illness. His family was poor and had no money. Save her, so she might hold a grudge. He made it reasonable, and the half-immortal believed it, so he drew a talisman for him and asked him to go home tonight. After nightfall, he took the talisman and hid it under the bed, saying that the evil ghost You can't bend down, so you won't be able to find him, just wait for the dawn, and everything will be fine in the future."
"The scholar went home as he said, and hid under the bed after nightfall. In the middle of the night, the female ghost really came back, only to hear the sound of thump, thump, and thump in the room, and she was getting closer and closer to the bed."
Mu Yang was extremely nervous when he heard this, swallowed, and pinched Fu Zixian's hand until it turned red. Fu Zixian was afraid that his voice would scare him now, so he had no choice but to endure the pain in his hand.
Wen Yantong said, "The scholar thought he was safe, but he didn't expect the voice to stop beside the bed, as if it was right next to his ear. After that, there was no movement for a long time. He thought that the evil spirit had left, so he jumped up. Courage to turn around and look, what do you think he saw?"
"What did you see?" Mu Yang asked tremblingly.
"He saw an upside-down face, the blood on the head stained the ground red, and his eyes were fixed on him! Seeing the scholar turn his face, the evil spirit instantly became extremely ferocious, and screamed—" Wen Yantong opened his hands and shouted violently, "You heartless dog, take your life!"
"Ah!!" Mu Yang screamed, subconsciously kicked Wen Yantong on the shoulder, and kicked her over at once.
Wen Yantong rolled over on Chi Jingxi's body, knocked his head in his arms, and knocked Chi Jingxi down along with him.
She was stunned at first, but when she realized it, she was terrified, fearing to offend Chi Jingxi, she immediately got up from him, grabbed the quilt and covered Mu Yang's head, and hit him on the back with her fist, He said angrily, "I shouldn't have let you in! Interrupt me, scare me, and kick me!"
Wen Yantong's fist was not heavy, and it fell on Mu Yang's body through a layer of quilt, and he didn't feel anything. But Mu Yang was terrified by her story at the moment, hugged Fu Zixian's waist desperately, screaming one after another, "Don't hit me! Don't hit me!"
Seeing this, Fu Zixian and Zhang Jieran rushed to stop him. Cheng Xin also hurriedly helped Chi Jingxi up, only Cheng Xiao was still sitting there in a daze, as if thinking about something, the scene became chaotic for a while.
Zhang Jieran, a weak scholar, couldn't hold back Wen Yantong at all. In the end, Chi Jingxi made a move and grabbed Wen Yantong by the back collar. When he pulled it away, Wen Yantong was still kicking Mu Yang.
Chi Jingxi doubted, "Are you avenging your usual revenge?"
When Wen Yantong heard that it was Chi Jingxi's voice, he immediately stopped, and when he turned his head, he changed his expression and said with a smile, "Young Master, did you not hurt you just now? I'm really sorry, Mu Yang He kicked me suddenly, and I didn't even react."
Seeing her flattering appearance, Chi Jingxi said, "Okay, I didn't blame you, don't act like this."
Wen Yantong grinned and sat down again. Mu Yang sucked his nose dully, showing a look of emptiness.
Cheng Xin waved his hand, "Brother, are you scared?"
When Wen Yantong saw him like this, he quickly patted him on the shoulder, "Aren't you? This story is made up, and it's not true. Why are you so scared?"
Mu Yang was stunned and said, "Didn't your great-grandfather tell you?"
"That's just part of the story. I don't even know what my great-grandfather looks like, so how could I listen to his story?" Wen Yantong said.
When Mu Yang heard it was a fake story, he breathed a sigh of relief, "I just don't think this story can be true..."
Wen Yantong laughed and didn't make fun of him again. I heard Cheng Xiao ask, "Didn't it mean that evil spirits can't bend down? Why did they finally find a scholar?"
Wen Yantong smiled, and did not explain directly, but asked Chi Jingxi, "Does the young master know?"
Chi Jingxi said calmly, "It's because when the woman was pushed off the cliff, her head hit the ground first, so she walked backwards, and she didn't have to bend down to see the scholar."
Wen Yantong smiled and clapped his hands, and immediately praised, "Young master is so smart!"
"What was the final result?" Cheng Xin asked.
"The scholar is naturally dead. He planted bad results, which is the cause, so how could he end up well?" Wen Yantong said.
Cheng Xin sighed after hearing this, "It's really just a story."
Everyone sighed and had different thoughts.
Wen Yantong broke his fingers, and seeing the silence around him, he asked, "Haven't you guys heard any stories? Share it with everyone."
As a result, several people shook their heads one by one.
Wen Yantong sighed, these guys have no childhood.
She said, "Then let me tell you another one, a less scary one."
No one raised any objections, and Cheng Xiao even found it quite interesting, urging, "Say it quickly."
Mu Yang was a little worried, "Are you sure it's not that scary?"
"Yes!" Wen Yantong patted his chest and assured, "Don't worry, I won't lie to you."
Wen Yantong decided to take out his own bottom of the box.
It started with a sentence, "On a holiday, a few classmates and friends were sitting at home drinking and having fun. Just when they were having fun, there was a knock on the door."
"Dong dong dong—" the knock on the door sounded at the right time, suppressing her voice.
Several people in the room were stunned at the same time, and turned to look at the door.
"Who is it?" Wen Yantong raised his voice and asked.
However, after waiting for a while, there was no response from outside the room, only the knock on the door sounded again.
"Boom boom boom—"
The author has something to say: Wen Yantong: Which grandson only knocks on the door but doesn't make a sound
I chose a ghost story that everyone should have read on the Internet. It shouldn't be too scary.