The end of the world starts from the global copy

Lu Ming's eyes flashed.

Just when the scholar opened his mouth.

"Sit freely."

After thinking about it, Lu Ming sat where the painter started.

The other three watched Lu Ming sit down, and they looked at Lu Ming.

A black face with no pores, and scarlet eyes.

This put a certain amount of pressure on Lu Ming.

After thinking about it, Lu Ming spat out two words: "Death."

The other three looked away.

The current time is less than 9.40.

The atmosphere in the banquet was a little gloomy.

Until the sound of footsteps, another person appeared at the door.

The scholar said with a smile, "There are a lot of newcomers tonight, please sit down as you please."

The new black shadow hesitated for a moment, and sat in the position of Yexia's striker. The scholar said again: "According to the rules of the night banquet, you need a code name."

The newcomer hesitated for a moment, then said, "The police... just call me the police."

After a brief inquiry, another person came outside the door.

The same shadow, the same inflection.

"This is Guifeng, an old friend from the night banquet in Guling City."

Gui Feng didn't say a word, just sat down and started with Lu Ming, as if he was very familiar with the night banquet.

After another 10 minutes, another person appeared at the door.

Not a newcomer, but also a regular customer.

"This is the chef."

Chef sat next to the policeman.

It was exactly ten o'clock.

The door slammed shut, and the scholar slightly adjusted his posture, sat upright, and spoke gently.

"The time has come, this night banquet begins now!"

Master Scholar.

night man,

painter,

Policemen,

grim Reaper,

ghost wind,

Chef.

If the scholars were excluded, there were only six participants in the banquet this time.

Not many people.

But it seems mysterious.

The black mist covering his body blocked everything, making it impossible for Lu Ming to see the faces of the other six people clearly.

He couldn't even tell if the others were human or ghosts.

The unknown made Lu Ming cautious. He folded his arms and said nothing, only observing everything from the corner of his eye.

It didn't matter how long Lu Ming waited.

The scholar who is the host and host spoke again.

"In view of the fact that there are three newcomers this time, Nightman, Reaper, and Police, I have to repeat the rules of the night banquet again."

"The rules are simple, tell ghost stories... just like you did when you activated the invitation."

"The only request!"

The scholar raised his right hand and raised his black index finger.

"reality!"

"A story must be true."

Nightman interrupted suddenly: "How can you tell if the story we're telling is true or not?"

"Of course I have my own way."

Nightman: "What can we get?"

Scholar: "Everything, I can give you everything you want."

This tone is loud enough.

Ye Xia spoke again, his tone full of suspicion: "I want to resurrect the dead, can you do it too?"

"If you tell me a good story, I can do it."

Ye Xia shrugged his shoulders and stopped speaking, but he obviously didn't believe what he meant.

The scholar spoke again, his voice still gentle and calm: "In short, after participating in a night banquet, the three newcomers will be able to understand the rules of the night banquet."

"Then this night banquet starts now, let's start with Ye Xia first."

According to the seating order, the storytellers are Nightman, Painter, Policeman, Reaper, Chef, and Ghost Wind.

Ye Xia thought for a while, and said, "Can I tell the story I told the invitation?"

Scholar: "Of course."

"Besides, you can choose to share the story, or just tell it to me."

Ye Xia stared slightly, as if he didn't quite understand what the scholar said.

A participant named Chef suddenly said: "Because the story is true, it may involve revealing the real identity. If the story you tell is something you have personally experienced or even shaped by yourself, you'd better only tell it to the scholar. listen."

Conceal your identity to the end...

This banquet is really a secret party...

In addition to this, the chef's words revealed another meaning.

Ghost stories...experienced...even shaped!

Nightshade seems like a smart guy.

Lu Ming could see Yexia shudder.

He turned his head to look at the other participants, and after a while, he turned his head to look at the scholar again.

"I chose to tell it to you alone."

The scholar nodded slightly, and the black mist on the two of them wriggled and joined together.

……

"This story happened around me."

"My wife is a painter, not a famous painter, she can only be regarded as a painting lover."

"Three days ago, my wife and I went to an art exhibition. My wife saw a portrait, so she bought it and took it home."

"Since that day... some strange things have appeared in my house..."

Yexia in the private chat seemed to recall something bad, and couldn't help shivering.

"First of all, at night, there will always be strange noises from the living room where the paintings are hung. At first, my wife and I didn't care."

"But the next night, there were footsteps in the living room."

"I thought a thief had entered the house, so I took my mobile phone and went around the living room, but unfortunately, I didn't find anything."

"Just yesterday, after I got home from get off work, I couldn't find my wife. I called and found that she didn't bring her phone. I thought she was just out shopping for groceries, but after thinking about it, I felt something was wrong. ..."

"Until I saw the painting."

"The portrait became what my wife looked like..."

"She replaced the portrait and became the person in the painting."

……

This is the end of the nightman's story.

The scholar, on the other hand, listened all the time during this process, and listened carefully.

When Ye Xia finished speaking, the scholar hissed.

"The story is true, but the value of this story is not high."

"But it doesn't matter, you are qualified, what do you want?"

After the scholar said this, Ye Xia pondered for a moment, and then spoke.

"I want to know if my wife is dead or alive? If she is dead, I want to resurrect her..."

"You have two requests."

The scholar thumped the table with his index finger, rejecting Ye Xia's request.

Ye Xia hurriedly changed his request: "I want to revive my wife!"

It is not difficult to hear from the story that Yexia seems to be just an ordinary person—an ordinary person who is quite smart, has good psychological quality, and is "lucky" to get an invitation to a night banquet.

For ordinary people, if a wife is put into a painting, theoretically, she should die without a life—it would be better to use this bad story to replace the wife from the dead and come back to life.

The scholar chuckled: "Your story is really average..."

Nightman was in a hurry.

But before he could speak, the scholar said again.

"Of course, if you want to bring your wife back from the dead, I can do it too. But since the bargaining chips of the two parties are not equal, so, regarding your wife's resurrection, there may be Some sequelae, big or small, are you still willing to do this?"

Ye Xia hesitated for a moment, as if thinking of his wife's tenderness and her husband's power...

"I am willing."

"as you wish!"

But nothing happened.

The connection between the scholar and Ye Xia was cut off, facing Ye Xia's blank eyes, the scholar spoke with a smile.

"After the banquet is over, you can see your wife after you go home."

Ye Xia could only suppress the doubts in his heart, and nodded slightly.

"And then the painter."

Painter: "Private chat."

Chapter 121 The First Banquet

The painter is familiar with everything about the banquet.

Chat privately with scholars, tell ghost stories, and make requests.

About 10 minutes later, the two ended their private chat, and Lu Ming couldn't see the expressions of the scholar and the painter even though they were blocked by the black mist.

"Then the police."

The police responded for a long time before uttering two words: "Private chat."

No one knows what they talked about.