Wang Xinming said, he mentioned my instinct again, but about instinct, except for the me who heard the golden eyes, the part of my body that belongs to the ghost, what I was told to me, the thing that is engraved in the depths of the body, is instinct, but for this thing, I still don't understand what it is.

"Uncle Ming, do you know what instinct is all about?"

Wang Xinming shook his head and began to tell me how important my instincts were to the Eternal Life Society.

"First of all, when the Eternal Life Society came into contact with this horror story in the hands of Broken Wentian, he immediately discovered that this horror story created by Ouyang Meng is both true and illusory, but it does exist, it is a product born in a dream, you come from the world of dreams, you should be clear about the difference between dreamers and dream ghosts, right?"

I nodded and said.

"Dreamers give good dreams, and dreamers create nightmares, which complement each other."

Wang Xinming nodded and sighed.

"Although, I don't know, Ouyang Meng, at that time, why he wanted to create this horror story, but his heart is to hope that everything in the story can bring a little fun to the world, the ancients often said that there is a golden house in the book, and there is Yan Ruyu in the book, and this horror story is Ouyang Meng, which was created before he became a ghost, just to add some excitement to the world."

"Uncle Ming, why do you know so clearly?"

Wang Xinming stood up, raised his head, and said.

"After all, I'm the one who wrote it, and the story itself is the one who carries it, so we know each other very well, and maybe, in a simpler way, I'm the horror story itself, and the horror story is me."

I sighed and looked at Wang Xinming blankly.

"Do you want to listen? That's a long story. ”

I nodded.

Wang Xinming began to talk about Ouyang Meng's previous story, he didn't know it, but he was clear about the process of the birth of this horror story.

In such a world, all men pursue only one, fame and fortune, promotion and wealth, and what all women pursue is to marry a man who has both ability and political integrity, profound knowledge, and fame and victory.

At that time, Ouyang Meng was just a lonely ghost, and he didn't know why, so he wandered in this world.

The whole society has formed a very big contrast, in that although it is stable, but men are competing for fame, and many years have been wasted, women are only waiting for the release date, and they are vying to look, here, who has been hit, for a long time, there have been many women who are over 40 years old and are still studying hard, and who are over 40 years old, and still haven't married.

was born in such a prosperous era that seemed to be very stable on the surface, but it began to lay the groundwork for the following and the madness of the times, emphasizing literature over military force.

At that time, there was a person who seemed very peculiar, a storyteller named Ouyang Weng.

"Is it the ancestor of the Ouyang family now?" Hearing this, I couldn't help but ask.

Wang Xinming nodded, and he told me that everything started here, the birth of that horror story.

Ouyang Weng, and ordinary people, a little different, young and old, thirteen or fourteen years old, won the township test, became a lifter, however, the career is quite bumpy, for more than ten years, have repeatedly failed, fortunately, Ouyang Weng's family background, is quite solid, with a few acres of land, in this peaceful generation, will not starve to death.

It wasn't until the year passed 30 that Ouyang Weng finally couldn't stand it, he was frustrated again and again, gave up fame and fortune, sold a few acres of land, opened a tea house, and told stories every day.

Ouyang Weng also has a special feature, that is, he likes to observe those weird, some folklore, wild history and the like, he likes strange things very much, and these things are also liked by the villagers nearby.

Every day, Ouyang Weng would get up early in the morning, boil a few pots of water, make tea leaves with good texture, and wait for the guests to come, from dawn to dark.

In this way, a year or two has passed, Ouyang Weng's tea house has expanded a lot, not only the general public, but also many dignitaries and nobles, will come to listen to him, Ouyang Weng every time he tells a story, he can especially penetrate into the hearts of the people, and when it is intense, a group of people in the audience applaud.

And at this moment, in the tea house, there are many special listeners, most of what Ouyang Weng said are ghost things, some are from the stories he heard and saw, and some are holding back some strange things, imagining and processing them by themselves, and everyone is fascinated by what they hear.

Although he is not rich and noble, but Ouyang Weng, with his storytelling skills, finally, can be regarded as a petty bourgeoisie, and also married a virtuous daughter-in-law, Ouyang Weng is also more handy, he only needs to prepare the content of the story every day, everything in the tea house, his wife will take care of it with his subordinates, and he doesn't have to be as tired as before, and Ouyang Weng simply adjusted the time, and after nightfall, he said more.

The good times didn't last long, and one night, Ouyang Weng finished a day's storytelling, and when he counted today's gains, his wife screamed.

In today's income, there is paper money, and the wife is very afraid, she is afraid that her husband will talk about these ghost things every day, just for fear of provoking the ghosts and gods, but Ouyang Weng didn't think so, just smiled, thinking that it was a prank by a guest, and wanted to scare herself.

But at this time, strange things happened frequently, and on the second and third days, there was paper money, and the amount of paper money was increasing.

At this time, Ouyang Weng was also a little angry, and still felt that there was a guest who was playing a prank, and then let his wife stare at the counter and let his subordinates stare at the guests, but the strange thing is that no matter how he stared, every day, there would be a large amount of paper money.

Ouyang Weng's wife finally had to go to an old Taoist priest who was a bit of Taoism in the neighborhood to come and see, and the old Taoist priest did have some skills, so he saw it that night, and said to Ouyang Weng with a smile.

This person likes to listen to stories, ghosts are the same, and Ouyang Weng is talking about ghosts, so those dirty things are gathered little by little, and they are also immersed in Ouyang Weng's story, unable to extricate themselves, most of them are lonely ghosts and wild ghosts of abdominal muscle women, but the old Taoist priest noticed a somewhat special ghost, and he couldn't see the degree of its strength, but it was not weak, and that ghost was Ouyang Meng.

The old Taoist priest said that he only needed to adjust the direction of the door, and then write a few talismans in person to suppress the eight directions, but those lonely souls and wild ghosts would never dare to approach again.

However, at this time, Ouyang Weng refused, and also blasted the old Taoist priest out, he felt that even if it was a ghost, it was also his own guest, just like the old Taoist priest said, people like to listen to stories, and ghosts are the same.

His wife tried every means to dissuade Ouyang Weng, don't do this, however, Ouyang Weng not only opened the door, but also added some tables with tributes on them, which was provided with a place for those ghosts to sit when they came to listen to him.

Strange things happened, the next morning, those tributes were really less, but Ouyang Weng was very happy, and changed the name of the tea house to the ghost house, and he also called himself Mr. Ghost Talk.

Hearing this, I couldn't help but laugh knowingly.

"That old Mr. Ouyang is really a very open-minded person."

Think about it, before me, if I had half of Ouyang Weng's open-mindedness, perhaps, many things could be changed.

"Alas, Qingyuan, you are also a person who deals with ghosts, you should be clear, people belong to yang, and ghosts belong to yin."

I chuckled and nodded.

"Isn't it, something is wrong, back."

As soon as I asked, Wang Xinming began to tell.

Subsequently, there was more and more paper money in the cash box, and the income was getting less and less.

Ouyang Weng, who was aware of all this, although he also knew in his heart that it might have something to do with those ghosts, especially his wife, was already so anxious that he was restless, and in the end, there was not a single guest in the tea house.

The wife began to complain about Ouyang Wenglai, saying that it was those ghosts who were haunting, and all the guests came less and less.

The tea house was closed, and the next day when there were no guests at all, and that night, something strange happened, in the lobby below, there were a lot of voices, although the husband and wife were afraid, but they could only go downstairs to see.

As soon as I went to the lobby, it was full of people, and they couldn't do it at all, but they were not people, they were ghosts, and those ghosts were waiting for Ouyang Weng to start talking, this scene, Ouyang Weng's wife, was very scared, but Ouyang Weng was not afraid at all, but walked down with a big grin.

At that time, a white-faced ghost appeared, bowing to Ouyang Weng and saluting, hoping that he could continue to speak.

As soon as Ouyang Weng appeared, the ghosts below clapped their hands and shouted happily, and Ouyang Weng at this time was even more excited, more passionate than usual, when he spoke.

Since then, Ouyang Weng, every night, will tell these ghosts, but his body began to work inexplicably, coughing all day long, his face was pale, and his wife had to go to the old Taoist priest again, but he didn't find it.

And one night, the white-faced ghost told Ouyang Weng that there were more ghosts in the broken village outside the city, and they all heard about Ouyang Weng's storytelling skills, and wanted to invite Ouyang Weng over to talk about the book for the last week, and Ouyang Weng agreed.

At the end of a night's storytelling, there was still a ghost that didn't leave, and that was Ouyang Meng.

"At that time, Ouyang Meng opened his mouth and told Ouyang Weng not to go to that broken village, otherwise he would die."

Wang Xinming said and sighed.