Strange Tales of the Ghosts

Strange Taste Liao Zhai

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The sun rises and the moon sets, flowers bloom and fade, all creatures in this world cannot avoid the cycle of life and death, and after death they will descend to the underworld, even non-human beings have also transformed into human figures, stepped into the gate of hell, and walked onto the Yellow Spring Road. Go to Hades. Between Huangquan Road and Hades, there is a Wangchuan River, the water of Wangchuan River is blood-red, and it is full of lonely ghosts who cannot be reincarnated.

There are some blood-red flowers blooming beside the turbulent river. The petals are slender like needles and no leaves are seen. The place where the flowers bloom is called the other side. For thousands of years on the other side, there has always been a bamboo building standing there. The mysterious man called 'Mr. Wang Chuan', no one knows whether he is a ghost or a fairy. Everyone who has seen him said that he was dressed in white gauze, his long hair was tied with a hairband, and his facial features were distinct and very good-looking. The souls of the underworld call him a ghost doctor, because he treats diseases exclusively for ghosts, and no matter what kind of miscellaneous diseases come to him, they can be cured. But he has a rule. Those who come have to swim from the Wangchuan River to the other side. You must know that the Wangchuan River contains a poison that can corrode the soul. In this way, even if you are not sick, you will lose half your life, so see Very few souls have passed him.

The years below the underworld are almost indistinguishable between day and night, there is no so-called night, and there is no day, time is like a rapid flow of river water, Xuehu sits on the grass with his cheeks up, looking at the ghosts on the other side queuing to cross the Naihe Bridge, let out a sigh: "Hey."

"What are you sighing? Big Sister Xuehu." Ying'er didn't know when she appeared behind Xuehu, her red dress was mopping the floor, and she was holding a few blood-colored flowers in her hands.

Looking at the flower in Parrot's hand, Xuehu asked casually, "Do you want to treat the ghost again, sir?"

"Only half of the answer is right. This time, sir, it's a big python." Ying'er pouted and her face was pink and tender. She looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, but she had been on the other side for over five hundred years. .

When Xuehu heard this, he hurriedly urged: "Then why don't you go? Let the gentleman wait for a long time to see what you will do."

"What's the hurry, sir, you still have to listen to such a long story. You can't finish it in a while." Ying'er simply sat next to Xuehu, resting her head on Xuehu's shoulder, and asked after thinking about it: " Sister Xuehu, I have been thinking, why do you like listening to stories so much?"

"You have to ask Mr. to find out." Xuehu is older than Ying'er, and his physical development seems to be much more mature. His frown and smile are all seductive.

Ying'er pouted in dissatisfaction. She has followed Mr. Wangchuan on the other side for hundreds of years. The husband didn't mention it, and she didn't ask. What made her feel strange was that every soul who came to seek medical treatment had to swim across the Wangchuan River first. , but also to exchange his personal belongings with the stories of his own life, otherwise Mr. Wang Chuan would not be healed.

"Then Sister Xuehu, have you told your own story to your husband?"

"Yeah." Xuehu nodded, stood up with an indifferent smile, turned around and was about to leave, Ying'er saw this and chased after him, shouting as she ran, "Sister Xuehu, can you tell me too, okay? "

"If you catch up with me, I'll tell you." Xuehu turned back and smiled, his skin was as white as winter snow, his lips were red and red, and the wind blew his hair, so beautiful that the men in the world fell for him.

Seeing Xuehu's flying skills, Ying'er refused to show weakness, and shouted coquettishly, "Sister Xuehu, you can't escape today!" After speaking, her body transformed into a parrot and flew towards Xuehu. The blood-colored flower fell on the grass.

The sound of their playfulness passed through the Wangchuan River, and Madam Meng couldn't help but look back, then nodded with a smile, and continued to serve her Mengpo soup, one bowl per person, neither slow nor in a hurry. Forget all the past and past, so few souls who haven't drank Mengpo soup for so many years can be counted on both hands. Those souls are either still floating in the world or fall into the Forgotten River. Xuehu and Ying'er are two different things. The minority among the few, because of Mr. Wang Chuan's rescue, stayed on the other side forever.

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