Happy Little Scholar

"The woman said that her parents were going to sell her to a wealthy family as a concubine. She couldn't bear it, so she ran away secretly without knowing where she was going. Wang Sheng saw that this woman was beautiful and was walking without any purpose. I was interested, so I invited her to my home..."

In order to see Liu Ruyi being frightened, Li Yi told her the story of "Painted Skin". Now she is familiar with it. He ate the sweet-scented osmanthus cake given by the girl, drank a cup of tea to moisten his throat, and continued to tell her. . Tianlai Novel

When the girl heard this, she already roughly understood what kind of story the young man was telling based on her years of listening experience.

The scholar named Wang Sheng helped the woman on her way. The woman was grateful and stayed at his house. The two had been together for a long time, and their feelings for each other developed. When Wang Sheng was studying hard at night, the woman was adding fragrance to her red sleeves. Finally, his hard work paid off. Wang Sheng went to Beijing to take the exam, won the first prize, and returned home in fine clothes. From then on, the two lived together happily, creating a good story...

If the plot were more twists and turns, it would be that after Wang Sheng won the first prize, he was chosen by a princess or the prime minister's daughter, and became the consort or the son-in-law of some high official. The woman was waiting at home every day, and there was no such thing as Wang Sheng. After hearing the news, he packed his bags and walked all the way to the capital to stage a journey of searching for a husband.

She had heard stories like this since she was a child, and her ears were almost on edge. Her expectations for the story told by the young master across the street had dropped a bit. However, there was one more thing that made her curious. The name of the story seemed to be "Painted Skin". What does painted skin mean? Is Wang Sheng's painting skill very good?

"Wang Sheng had been with the woman for a few days. One day when he was walking on the street, he was bumped into by a Taoist priest. The Taoist turned around and saw Wang Sheng. He was very surprised and asked Wang Sheng: "What have you met recently? "Wang Sheng shook his head and denied it. The Taoist priest added: "There is evil energy lingering around you, how can you say there is no evil? "Wang Sheng tried his best to defend himself. The Taoist priest shook his head and said when he left: "You are confused! There are people in the world who do not wake up when death is imminent...""

After listening to this paragraph, the expression on the girl's face began to look a little confused.

Aren't you going to Beijing to take the exam? Why are the Taoist priests even here? What does "death is imminent" mean? This story seems to be a little different from the stories she has heard.

Thinking like this, the girl's curiosity was fully aroused, and the expression on her pretty face gradually became serious.

"When Wang Sheng returned home, he found that the courtyard door was blocked from the inside and could not go in. He suspected the person who blocked the door, so he climbed over the incomplete courtyard wall, tiptoed to the window to take a look, and was suddenly scared all the hair on his body. Standing up------I saw a ferocious evil ghost with green skin and long and sharp teeth, like saws. The evil ghost spread a piece of human skin on the couch and was holding a colored pen in his hand. Drawing on the human skin, he soon put down the pen, lifted up the human skin, and draped the human skin around his body like shaking clothes, turning into the appearance of the woman who had been with Wang Sheng day and night..."

"ah!"

When Li Yi talked about this, the girl turned pale and suddenly screamed, "Ghost!"

Li Yi's voice stopped suddenly. He didn't stop at a wonderful place intentionally to ask for reward. It was the girl's scream that scared him.

He has watched countless horror movies. In terms of imagination, he is much better than people of this era. The image of the female ghost just now was playing in his mind like a 3D movie. The girl's scream was like It's like adding surround sound effects to the movie, immersing yourself in the scene, it really can't be more real...

He glared at the girl, ate a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and drank a cup of tea to calm down his shock.

"Oh my god!"

After the girl screamed, a man behind him suddenly jumped up from his seat, knocked his knees on the stool, and hurriedly squatted down, hugging his knees and inhaling.

"Little girl, why are you yelling for nothing!"

The man glared at the girl, grinning in pain, his tone full of complaints.

He was engrossed in the story just now. The evil ghost actually painted on human skin. After the painting was done, he would turn into a human woman when he put it on. And the scholar had fun with the evil ghost every night. Thinking of this picture, He felt a little embarrassed in his heart, this damn thing was so scary...

Hearing this girl's ghostly scream unexpectedly, he was almost frightened out of his wits. The hairs all over his body stood up and he jumped subconsciously.

"That's right, listen to the story and don't yell nonsense!"

"Scholar, let's continue talking. What happened to Mr. Wang after he saw the female ghost..."

There were several men sitting around the big man. They were probably eavesdropping just now. Li Yi was scaring the girl. He kindly told the girl a story. He was startled by the scream just now and came to his senses. At this time, they all spoke and urged.

On the platform built not far ahead, the voice of the old storyteller became smaller and smaller, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

What were the guests who just listened to his story going there to do?

He had already mentioned an important plot point. According to the usual practice, these people would be rewarded if they were happy to hear it. But now, there are no people left, and there is still a ridiculous reward!

The old man frowned as he looked at the scholar sitting there, surrounded by everyone.

Could it be that that young man was sent from somewhere else to cause trouble?

When he saw the guests patting the copper coins on the table in front of each other, and even a piece of broken silver among them, the old man became more convinced of this idea.

They are here to grab business, and those people are going too far!

"Yes, I'll give you the reward. Keep going."

After the first man put a few copper coins on the table, several others followed suit.

The evil ghost painted on human skin------The story told by the scholar just now was much more exciting than the old man on the stage. Several people mistook him for a new storyteller, and when they paid the reward, they were much more generous than throwing money on the stage just now.

Although the girl did not put copper coins on the table, she still looked at Li Yi with eager eyes, "What's the next story?"

For people thousands of years later, horror stories like "Painted Skin" are simply too weak, and the horror atmosphere is far from comparable to those 3D horror blockbusters, but this is ancient times, and half of "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" can scare timid people away from night travel. It is said that when the first "Painted Skin" was filmed in Hong Kong in the 1960s, many people believed it to be true, and were scared to death after watching it...

However, although it sounds scary, many people just like this thrilling feeling.

Li Yi didn't understand the little girl's behavior. She was so scared that her face turned pale. Why did she still listen?

Even if she wanted to listen, he didn't dare to continue!

When the 3D movie was playing in his mind, if she screamed a few more times like before, Li Yi was not sure if his little heart could bear it.

In order to be responsible for the little girl's young heart and not let her leave some lingering shadows, Li Yi decided to stop here.

"The next story will be told when there is a chance." In the stunned eyes of the girl, he stood up from his seat and packed up the remaining osmanthus cake and took it away.

After walking a few steps, he turned back and collected the copper coins on the table.

Although the money was a little less, at least it was earned by his own labor, and it was shameful to waste it...