not scary story

Chapter 115

It is not easy to find a dead soul in the ghost town of Nuoda, not to mention that there are many ghosts who have been dead for hundreds of years and cannot be reincarnated. One who has only died for 20 years can only be regarded as a new face for the ghost messengers.

The photos Yan Jiu brought didn't help much. Bai Wuchang asked a few evil spirit leaders entrenched here, but found nothing.

"Maybe he's not in Fengdu City," Bai Wuchang sighed, "Give it up, a dead soul like him who no longer needs to suffer in hell is no different from a wandering ghost. I will return to Yan Luodian to wait for the verdict."

"...I can't find it this time, and there will be a next time." Yan Jiu stood on the street holding the photo, watching the dead souls that she had avoided before passing by her, and she no longer felt afraid.

He thought that he should no longer be afraid of these things.

Qiao Yuan, I...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh'" the high-pitched exclamation from the bottom of the heart was all because of the head that suddenly fell from the tree, terrified The boy who had to fall to the ground completely forgot what he was thinking just now, and he was covering his heart, almost out of breath.

"Hey, I'm sorry," a wretched male ghost jumped down from the tree, picked up the head that had rolled to Yan Jiu's feet, and smiled apologetically at them, "The guy who was just released from hell, the corpse I haven't spelled it out yet, and I've surprised you, sir." He obviously recognized Bai Wuchang, and by the way, he thought that Yan Jiu next to him was a new ghost messenger.

Just now, Yan Jiu was so frightened that the photo in his hand flew out, and it happened to float in front of the wretched male ghost.

"Hey, isn't this the mysterious Dr. Chen?" His words made Yan Jiu get up from the ground in shock. He wanted to grab his hand and ask, but before he touched it, he was given by the head that could move his eyes. Shrunk back in fright.

"You, have you seen it?" Yan Jiu could only ask at a certain distance.

"Yes." The wretched male ghost paused, and smiled even more wretchedly, "Is this little officer looking for this person?"

"How much do you want?" It was Bai Wuchang who first revealed his little thoughts.

"Hehehe, Master Bai is the best at understanding ghosts..." The wretched male ghost rubbed his fingers, "Just now, half of it."

Nima!half!This guy really dares to speak!

Yan Jiu stared at him, mercilessly exposed: "Actually, you have been following us?"

"Hey, young man, you can't even draw attention to your attire. If it wasn't for me, do you think you would be able to walk to the Yan Luo Temple safely?" The wretched male ghost finally straightened up. Yan Jiu is much taller.

Bai Wuchang introduced to Yan Jiu with no expression: "This guy has been dead for hundreds of years and has been in five hells. He is a famous prison ghost in this area."

The prison ghost smirked, jumped back to the tree with the head in his hand, and looked down at Yan Jiu: "Let me see again, how does the richest 'person' in Fengdu City get money?"

He exposed Yan Jiu's identity in one sentence, and Yan Jiu was shocked, but he knew that the Ming coins just now must have been burned, where can I buy paper money in the middle of the night?

"...I will come again, can I pay the money next time?" Yan Jiu pointed at Bai Wuchang, "He can testify."

The prison ghost shook his head, "Who knows if I will be thrown into the animal realm when you come next time?"

"It takes time to burn so much money!" Yan Jiu was anxious.

"Hey," the prison ghost leaned down, his eyes were fierce, "Then use your merits to pay for it?"

Is his merit the flesh of a Tang monk?Why does every ghost have to share a bite? !

Even if Yan Jiu doesn't know what his merits can do, but the popular things must be good things, and they are good things to save his life. The more threatened, the less likely he is to hand them over.

He thought for a while, and suddenly squeezed out a smug smile: "Even if you don't tell me, there will always be ghosts who will tell me. There are too many ghosts who don't want merit and money. Why should I hang on your tree? Do you think other The ghost sees so much money, and with Lord Bai's guarantee, how can he still not find him?"

The originally threatened position was reversed, seeing the prison ghost's unwilling expression, Yan Jiu was both scared and happy.

"Then make an appointment. At the same time next month, you will bring the money here." The prison ghost jumped down from the tree and walked forward, "Come with me."

Yan Jiu took two steps, and found that Bai Wuchang didn't intend to follow, and suddenly panicked: "Aren't you going to accompany me?"

"The rest is nothing to do with me." Bai Wuchang showed a smug smile and disappeared at the corner of the street.

... These scammers who took the money and ran away!Yan Jiu was fooled again, she was so angry with hatred.

Whether the prison ghost is reliable or not, whether he will deceive himself somewhere and tear him apart, Yan Jiu is frightened while walking, but in the end he is really sent to an old courtyard, and he is stunned for a while.

"Doctor Chen is inside. He has never been to hell since he arrived in the underworld. It is said that he could have been reincarnated immediately, but for some reason he has stayed there until now." Bright light, "Young master, you can rest assured that if you keep your promise, I won't harm you, because I have never met someone with great merit like you after staying here for hundreds of years. Other ghosts don't know Forget about Mount Tai, I am an old ghost who knows the goods, and now I am giving you this little convenience, I just hope that the young master will not forget me, the old ghost, when he travels between Yin and Yang in the future."

Yan Jiu didn't expect the other party to make friends with him so easily, and finally couldn't help but asked before he was about to leave, "Who am I?"

who am I?

Many people have asked this question, and now after all kinds of encounters, even he himself doesn't know.

"Oh? Young master, don't you know?" The prison ghost laughed in a low voice, "What does that matter? You have so many meritorious virtues that you can't ask for, so why do you need to know who you are? ? Just get drunk now, why bother to delve into it?" After speaking, he turned and left.

Yan Jiu looked at the back of him leaving, and felt that even ghosts can give people chicken soup for the soul these days, which is really weird.

But he didn't think about why the prison ghost sent him here and turned his ass away, as if the new ghost inside who had only been dead for 20 years had any ability.

Yan Jiu pushed open the door of this ancient house, walked in with unconcealed excitement and nervousness.

The yard is small, with only one big tree, which is not auspicious in terms of Feng Shui, because it implies a word "sleepy", even if it is the underworld, no ghost will deliberately let himself live in such a place.

There was a strange fragrance in the courtyard, Yan Jiu always felt a little weird smelling it, but couldn't tell what was wrong.There are four rooms in the yard. He wanted to find them one by one, but he was afraid of being abrupt, so he raised his voice and called, "Is there anyone there?"

No one responded.

Yan Jiu shouted several times, but still got no response.

"I, I am your son, I am Yan Ling's son!" When Yan Jiu shouted these words, her eyes were moist.

Still no response.He stood under the big tree, only feeling miserable.

The underworld crow was always standing on his shoulder, at this moment, it scraped his face with its beak.

Yan Jiu felt much better in her heart, and was about to stroke the bird's feathers and say something to Qiao Yuan on the other side, when she suddenly felt a cramping pain in her stomach.

……No way?

With cold sweat dripping down, he clutched his stomach, curled up, and squatted down.

No way? !

Regardless of the offense or not, Yan Jiu rushed to knock on all the doors, trying to open one to let herself in. "Please open the door, please! I want to use the toilet!!" His voice has changed a bit.

But there was still no response, and the door was locked tightly.

Yan Jiu's face turned blue.

No one told him that he can still have diarrhea in the soul state, okay! ! !

Why!Isn't diarrhea a physical reaction to eating the wrong thing? !

...oh, nooooooo! ! !

When he opened his pants and squatted behind the big tree, he almost cried in shame.

But what can the spirit body pull out, except for a few symbolic farts, Yan Jiu can't pull out anything at all.

What the hell is this diarrhea reaction!

Just when Yan Jiu was distraught, one of the doors was opened, and a young man in a white shirt and jeans came out, holding a bowl of black things in his hand, walked up to Yan Jiu, and looked down at him.

Yan Jiu was so stupid, squatting on the ground, showing his buttocks, looking up at this young man whose true face he had only seen in photos.

"You are my... son?" Chen Xutao looked at him suspiciously, but after carefully examining his facial features, he was shocked, "Yan Ling? Is Yan Ling your mother?"

...What kind of logic is this?I am Yan Ling's son, am I not your son?

Oh, no, did he think his mother would get married again?

Yan Jiu was about to stand up and explain, but when she realized that her butt was cold, she quickly pulled up her pants with a flushed face.

After he finished pulling down his trousers, Chen Xutao handed him the bowl: "Drink it, some herbs have been burnt in this yard, ordinary ghosts dare not smell it...how did you get in here?"

"...I'm not dead." Yan Jiu took the bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

Chen Xutao looked at him straight, and asked for a long time: "You are not dead? Then why are you here?"

Yan Jiu held the bowl tightly, and explained his reasons. When he mentioned that he was the guide, Chen Xutao had a distressed expression on his face.

Yan Jiu, who was originally in a stable mood, suddenly had red eyes.

If he hadn't died, even if he was born to guide the way, wouldn't everything be different?

Fortunately, the concoction finally worked. Yan Jiu stood in the hut where Chen Xutao lived, a little afraid to touch this "father".

"Yan Ling...how is your mother?" Chen Xutao was also very embarrassed, and wanted to hug his son several times, but he didn't move.

Yan Jiu really wanted to tell him about the living conditions of the mother and son in the past 20 years, and also wanted to ask him how he was doing, but the time was too limited, and he already felt that the crow on his shoulder was becoming restless.

"You can go to Yangjian with me, can you?" Yan Jiu mustered up the courage to speak out his first crazy idea.

He was glad that the crows could not transmit the sound from here to the world, but Qiao Yuan could still read something from their lips and movements, so Yan Jiu wanted to take Chen Xutao away before Qiao Yuan found out.

Chen Xutao's eyes widened: "Why do you want to go?"

"Mom wants to see you. She is alone, guarding your photo, and supporting this family alone. She has survived for 20 years." Yan Jiu's voice became more and more choked: "You go to see her and tell her not to If you keep going like this, I know you love each other very much, but she is really lonely..."

"... She didn't remarry?" Chen Xutao was so shocked that he didn't speak for a long time.

When Yan Jiu found someone, he couldn't restrain his emotions, and regardless of whether he agreed or not, he was about to run out after pulling him.

But people pulled to the door, but couldn't get out no matter what.

Chen Xutao seemed to be trapped in this yard by an invisible wall, Yan Jiu wanted to destroy that wall, but that wall didn't exist for him at all, only Chen Xutao was trapped.

"Come out! Why don't you come out!" Yan Jiu was so anxious that tears came down.

The crow seemed to have discovered his intentions, and flapped its wings to stop him.

Blocking the attack of the dark crow with his hand, Yan Jiu tried to pull Chen Xutao out again, but failed.

"Come out...why don't you come with me..." Yan Jiu had no choice but to kneel at the door and cry loudly.

Chen Xutao put his hands on the transparent wall and smiled helplessly: "I can't get out."

He knelt down and looked at Yan Jiu who was kneeling: "Son, I can't get out. From the moment I get here, I can't get out of this yard again."