On how a fish can attack the villain of Infinity Disease

"In the next few days at night, people in Fang's mansion heard the sound of the watchman one after another at night, and went out to look for it, but they couldn't find the watchman at all."

"I can only hear that sound - the sky is dry and the things are dry, be careful of the candles."

"It's dry, be careful with candles."

"It's dry, be careful with candles."

The storyteller repeated it over and over again, as if to restore the scene at that time.But gradually, his voice became strange, like the long, twisted, weird creaking sound of an ancient heavy wooden door when it was opened and closed.

"Heaven, dryness, dryness of things, smallness, heart...fire, candle"

"Dry sky, dry things... Be careful, fire, candles..."

When the storyteller repeated these words, he didn't know what he picked up and kept rubbing against it, like a rat gnashing its teeth, the sharp and piercing sound tugged at the ears of the tea drinker, and the constant tearing of the head, It's a headache.

"Can you speak well!" A tea guest couldn't bear it anymore, and loudly stopped the storyteller who was still repeating his voice.

When the sound came out, the gnashing of teeth disappeared suddenly, and the storyteller's voice returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened, and continued:

"Then there was the sound of suona. The servants of Fang's mansion saw a figure passing by outside the window. When they went out to check during the day, there was a pile of ghost paper on the ground for no reason."

"In less than two days, a fire suddenly broke out in the Fang Mansion. More than a hundred people in the Fang Mansion died in the fire, and no one was spared."

"That's because Su Jinlan turned into a ghost and went looking for people from the Fang Mansion, and wiped out the whole family of the Fang Mansion."

The story should end here, and everyone present was a little creepy, but the storyteller changed his voice and said in a low voice: "But it's not over..."

"Then Su Jinlan's enemies are not limited to the Fang Mansion. If there is no one in Gusu City to save her, they are all her enemies, and everyone present is of the blood of those people."

The atmosphere of terror continued to spread in the teahouse. It was raining outside the window, and the heavy rain blocked the light. The cold and damp atmosphere permeated the air, almost suffocating.

The storyteller lowered his voice a lot, let out a sinister laugh, and said word by word:

"You, anyone, can't run away..."

As soon as the words came out, the crowd became noisy and shouted loudly: "Who are you cursing, old man!"

Someone rushed up to the stage and went around behind the screen to catch the mysterious storyteller out, but as soon as he got behind the screen, there was a scream, followed by the sound of objects breaking and falling to the ground. There was the sound of teeth gnashing just now.

The second floor happened to be able to see the scene inside the screen, and the person who went to check it first had already fallen to the ground, his eyes turned white from fright, and he kept spitting foam from his mouth.

"Why is this?"

Fang Ling walked to the armrest, bent down and looked down, trying to see the storyteller, but the storyteller was sitting upright with a hat on his head, so he couldn't see his face at all.

Fang Ling was about to turn around and go downstairs to check, but Ning Jin grabbed his hand.

Ning Jin looked at Fang Ling and said softly, "That man is weird, let the shopkeeper check it first, I'm a little scared."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ling immediately sat down and assured Ning Jin, "Then I won't leave, don't be afraid."

"Okay." Ning Jin lowered his eyes and smiled.

At this time, the others also reacted, and they walked behind the screen together, and saw the sitting storyteller with his head bowed at this time.

One of them took a step forward and reached out to touch the storyteller, who fell to the ground with a bang, and only then did everyone see his face clearly.

It was a face that was completely scorched, and the facial features were burnt together into one piece. When it fell to the ground, another piece of black charcoal fell from his face, exposing the white bones inside.

And the gnashing of teeth heard by everyone really came from the storyteller.

It's just that there is still a mouthful of yellow teeth in his scorched black mouth, which is constantly grinding and cutting.

Listen carefully, it really sounds like a mouse gnashing its teeth.

"what!!!"

The people who came to check were horrified by the scene in front of them, and Dang Lian lost his mind and left screaming.

Fang Ling wrinkled his eyes, couldn't help standing up and looking down, but there was no figure of the storyteller there just now.

Fang Ling's eyes widened in astonishment. After looking around carefully, he couldn't find the figure of Mr. Storyteller. He just wanted to go downstairs to check, but Ning Jin stopped him again.

"The gentleman should have left."

"So fast?" Fang Ling looked downstairs in confusion, with a confused voice, "I don't know what they were arguing about just now."

Ning Jin's eyes fell on the steaming teacup on the table, and there was a piece of sharp tea leaves floating in the cup. She picked up the teacup, slowly finished it in her hands, and said:

"Everyone downstairs is fine, so it shouldn't be a big deal."

Fang Ling heard what she said, and immediately went to look at the other tea guests in the hall. Those tea guests were all sitting in their seats, drinking tea quietly, but there was no sign of panic.

"Really."

"It shouldn't be a big deal." Seeing this scene, Fang Ling didn't worry too much, and turned to sit down.

But he didn't notice the weird and quiet atmosphere of the host. The tea drinkers drank their tea without saying a word, and the people at the same table didn't communicate with each other, like puppets with dull eyes.

When Ning Jin saw Fang Ling sitting down, the indifference on his face just now turned into a faint smile, and his eyes looking at Fang Ling were as gentle as ever.

Fang Ling didn't notice it, thinking about the story just now, she said to Ning Jin in shock:

"I don't know whether what the gentleman said is true or not. If it is true, then Fangfu is too vicious. This is cannibalism."

Ning Jin put down the teacup in his hand, but he was not as shocked as Fang Ling. He looked at Fang Ling with great interest and asked:

"Then do you think Fang Jinlan in this drama should kill Fang's family?"

Fang Ling hadn't thought about this question carefully before, but at this moment when he heard Ning Jin's question, he lowered his head quietly, frowned, and began to think seriously.

Perhaps this question was really difficult for him, and he didn't answer it for a long time.

Ning Jin didn't urge him either, the jade beads falling from the rain outside the window hit the roof tiles one after another, and a gust of wind blew in through the crack of the window, bringing a bit of coolness.

"As far as I'm concerned, it's really wrong to drive out the entire Fang Mansion. Although there are villains in that mansion, there should still be innocent and ignorant people."

Hearing Fang Ling's expected answer, Ning Jin didn't have the slightest surprise on his face, and a soft smile rose from the corner of his mouth. Just as he was about to pour tea for Fang Ling, he heard Fang Ling's next words.

"But it's about me after all, and I'm not the Fang Jinlan who was killed alive by the Fang family."

"Fang Jinlan was homeless when she was young. It must be very difficult for a helpless little girl to survive, but she was finally found by the Su family, but they didn't give her a shelter. They even believed the rumors in the market and treated her with indifference. She, sell her to Fangfu for glory."

"And she was abandoned again and again, no one gave her a helping hand when she was alive, and she suffered such cruel and inhumane treatment when she died. I must hate her so much."

Fang Ling paused for a second, shook his head, and continued:

"I have never experienced the pain she suffered, and I can't empathize with her. How can I comment on the wrongness of what she did."

"If I were really her, I definitely wouldn't be able to understate it like this. I would definitely want to peel them off and cramp them. I don't care who is innocent or not."

After listening to Fang Ling's speech, Ning Jin held the teapot she just lifted in her hand for a long time. She looked down at the wooden table, the smile on the corner of her mouth remained unchanged, and she still didn't say anything.

He just tightened his fingers holding the ring foot of the teapot.

After Fang Ling finished speaking, he also looked at Ning Jin with some doubts, and asked, "What would you do if it was Ah Jin?"

Only then did Ning Jin slowly put down the teapot, pretending to be thinking a bit, and replied with a smile:

"I do not know either."