How to break into Liaozhai

A gust of wind blew by, Wang Rui shivered, grabbed the book boy Wenshun next to him, and asked coldly: "Didn't you say that you used to walk this road when you were young, and you must be able to enter the county before dark? "

Wenshun smiled awkwardly, apparently unable to relieve the young master's resentment.

It's no wonder that the young master went to Jinan Prefecture to take part in the provincial examination. Needless to say, the result, judging from his sickness and muddleheaded appearance for the previous year, the results can be imagined. It was quite unsatisfactory, and it was inevitable that he would have resentment.

However, the reason why the young master is angry now should not be that the exam is not satisfactory, but because they are lost by water and dry.

In order to make the young master happy, Wenshun pointed to the front and said: "Follow this road, and you can enter the county in the evening."

After that, the result is as shown above, and I did not enter the county seat until dark.

I can vaguely hear howling wolves, but I don't know how long it will take me to go to the county seat.

"Didn't I want to give you a reassurance, young master? I saw you were about to cry just now, so I want to make you happy..."

Without further ado, Wang Rui rolled up his sleeves.

When Wenshun saw it, he ran away.

Wang Rui hadn't eaten for four or five hours, and he didn't have much strength. After a few steps, his stomach rumbled and he couldn't chase anymore. He sat on the ground panting.

People are unlucky enough to drink water and stuff their teeth. As a time traveler, he doesn't know the Four Books and Five Classics, but he has inherited the status of the richest man in Yangxin County, the Young Master of the Wang family, so he has to take the exam for others.

Bite the bullet and went to Jinan Prefecture to take part in the provincial examination. He answered indiscriminately. He had no hope of winning the exam. He just asked the examiner to see his answer sheet, send someone to arrest him and depose him as a scholar.

After the exam, he was about to go home and take a good rest, but he didn't expect that something went wrong on the way back to his hometown.

The world is dangerous, car bandits and road tyrants are rampant, scholars rush to take exams, usually follow the local bodyguard bureau, and go to the provincial capital in large numbers to take care of each other.

The same is true when returning to the hometown, call for friends, and a group of people go together, so as not to be chopped up and robbed of money by the ruthless "villagers".

Otherwise, he was unlucky. When he was going home by boat along the waterway, the calm lake surface suddenly rose up, capsizing a boat full of people.

The only lucky thing is that he was alive and was rescued together with his book boy Wenshun.

Unfortunately, the others were dead or separated, and the eight servants I brought with me didn't know where they went.

In the end, the one who gave him the fatal blow was the one who lost his way, unable to go to the village or back to the store.

Wang Rui covered his eyes with his hands, and sighed in his heart, there must be some accidents in this dark place, in the wilderness.

Seeing that the young master was so depressed, Wen Shun asked distressedly: "Your health is important, young master, don't be sad. If you are really sad, just vent your anger." Showing his back to him, he squinted his eyes and waited for the beating.

Wang Rui sighed: "Forget it, I'm afraid I'm going to spend the night in the wild tonight. Find a safer place and start a fire."

Suddenly Wenshun said excitedly: "Young master—you have light!"

It wasn't a ghost fire. Wang Rui looked ahead vigilantly and saw a bright red lantern moving towards them quickly. When he got closer, he found an old man walking towards them with a lantern.

Wang Rui was so excited that he almost jumped up, and shook hands with Wenshun excitedly. It would be easy to see someone, and maybe they could be saved. They said in unison: "Stay, old man!"

The old man was in his sixties, with gray temples, but he looked very hale and hearty. After being stopped, he looked the two of them up and down: "Both... do you want to join the shop?"

Wang Rui kept nodding: "Does the old man know where there is a place to stay nearby? Thank you, old man."

"To tell you the truth, my family runs a small inn. It's on the outskirts of Caidian Village. It's half a mile ahead." The old man pointed to the front of the black hole.

Wang Rui squinted his eyes and followed: "May I ask how far is Caidian Village from Yangxin County?"

"Five or six miles."

Wang Rui and Wenshun looked at each other, thinking in their hearts, as long as they stay in the old man's inn tonight, they can get back to the county by getting up early tomorrow.

"Can the old man lead the way?"

"Um...this..."

Seeing that the old man hesitated, Wang Rui said: "The old man is going out at night, do you have something to do? If so, we can go by ourselves."

The old man hesitated for a while, and said: "My business doesn't matter, let's go back together, and I will lead the way for you two." He turned around and returned with the two of them.

After walking for half a mile, I saw a small shop on the side of the road. It was said to be an inn. In fact, there was only a row of houses with two doors. The one on the left was where the old man's family lived. , is a row of kangs, the so-called Datong shop, where all the guests live.

The old man led Wang Rui and the others to the room where he lived to pay for the store. Wang Rui was very hungry and asked if there was any dry food for sale. The old man gave him some biscuits and a bowl of hot water. Mouth, to recover some strength.

He noticed that there was a mourning hall in the old man's house, with white hangings hanging everywhere, obviously he was doing funerals, Wang Rui hesitated for a while, but didn't say much.

After eating, the old man led Wang Rui and Laishun to the "guest room" row of houses. There were already four people living in the big kang. The heretics asked the four people to wake up and squeeze them together to make room for Wang Rui and his book boy.

Wang Rui apologized embarrassingly: "I'm sorry to disturb everyone, sorry."

"Okay, stop nagging, go to bed quickly." Some man said impatiently.

Seeing that no one had taken off their shoes, Wang Rui and Wen Shun climbed onto the kang with their shoes on and fell asleep immediately.

Soon Wang Rui found that he couldn't sleep at all, the snoring was loud, and he didn't know which coachman was snoring, not to mention the rhythm, but also the soaring high pitch, especially the last sound that almost drilled into his ears.

Wenshun couldn't fall asleep either, and kept turning over. Wang Rui thought he was annoying, so he kicked him, and he became quiet.

Wang Rui lay on his back on the kang, looking at the moon exposed in the small window, thinking about it.

His time-traveling Wang Rui is the eldest son of the richest man in Xinyang County.

Going back this time, instead of taking the road of imperial examinations to torture myself, it is better to run a business first and donate directly to an official in the future.

Dad loves this son very much, so it shouldn't be a big problem... right...

Thinking about it, Wang Rui gradually figured out the culprit of this group of people snoring—it was four people playing in unison, one fell, and the other rose again, which can be described as patchwork.

However, he is also satisfied, it is better than sleeping in the wilderness, besides, he will return to his golden nest tomorrow, and he can sleep as he wants.

Perhaps there was a rhythm to snoring, but he gradually got used to it. Drowsiness hit him, and he was in a daze, like sleeping but not sleeping.

Suddenly, he vaguely heard a creaking sound, which seemed to be the sound of opening a door, followed by the sound of thumping footsteps, very neat, not like walking, but like jumping.

Wang Rui wondered if someone was lodging again, he raised his head curiously, it didn't matter, he almost spit out his heart in fright.

I saw a woman wearing a shroud jumping from the door, with a strange green-gold light on her face, raw silk tied on her forehead, dull eyes, big and round pupils, apparently the scattered eyes of a dead person. Hitomi, staring at him blackly.

Damn!Wang Rui instinctively covered his mouth, pulled the quilt over his face, and kicked Wen Shun hard.

Wenshun groaned, turned over, and unconsciously glanced around casually, agitated, and was about to yell.

Wang Rui covered his mouth and pressed him on the kang. He felt that Wenshun was shaking all over, and he also closed his eyes in fear.

He didn't hear the sound of bouncing footsteps anymore, he couldn't help taking a peek through the gap in the quilt, and under the dim moonlight, he saw the woman standing in front of a coachman, inhaling into his face, inhaling three times in a row, The snoring suddenly stopped.

Then, in front of another coachman, he took another three breaths, and the snoring stopped abruptly.

They lined up one by one, and Bu Xiao arrived in front of Wenshun in a short while. Wang Rui, who was beside him, suddenly felt a gust of cold air coming out of the woman's mouth.

After Chao Wenshun took in his breath, Wang Rui immediately felt a black shadow above his head, apparently coming over him. He held his breath tightly, and after taking three icy breaths, the black shadow moved away, and the door creaked. is gone.

Wang Rui tried to catch his breath, but immediately smelled a stench of rot, which made people sick, so he quickly covered his mouth and nose, held it back for a while, and then let out a breath slowly.

"Master, are you okay?" Wen Shun pushed him at this moment: "What should I do?"

"What should I do? Of course I ran away—" Wang Rui jumped off the kang and pushed the four drivers: "Hey, are you still alive?" There was no movement, and when he touched his nose again, he was already out of breath.

Wen Shun was about to pick up the bookcase stuck in the corner, but Wang Rui grabbed his sleeve and pulled it out: "What do you want with that shit, run for your life."

The two of them went out and wanted to knock on the door of the old man's house next door, but they saw the woman standing at the door of the old man's house with her mouth wide open. There was a black thing squatting on the branch in front of her. The sound of sucking air seemed to be sucking something from the woman's mouth.

"Mom—"

Wenshun yelled, and ran towards the way he came. Wang Rui was not to be outdone, and ran with all his might, but in the direction of the county town.

There is only one female corpse, and someone will always get away with it.

Unfortunately, Wang Rui was the unlucky one. There was a whistling wind behind his ears, and the sound of jumping followed him closely.

Along the way, Wang Ruishen ran with one foot and one foot shallow, and it was useless to call for help, because there was no one on the road, so it is better to shut up and save some energy.

It can only be said that Wang Rui's physical strength is quite good, so he ran to the outskirts of the county in one breath, and vaguely saw a temple, and the sound of knocking wooden fish and chanting scriptures came from inside.

"Help——help——" Wang Rui kicked and kicked at the door: "Master, help!" Seeing the female corpse getting closer and closer, not only were he crying, but other liquids were about to leave his body, and his voice was out of tune. He shouted: "I am the young master of the Wang family, let me go in and make a golden body for your temple."

This time there was finally some movement inside, but it was the trembling voice of a little novice: "Almsgiver, the poor monk can't confirm your situation. It's really hard to open the door, especially since you claim to be the young master of the Wang family. Since you are the young master of the Wang family, why are you alone at night? What about danger?"

Wang Rui wanted to vomit blood, so whether he should explain the ins and outs to him through the door, there are thousands of words to explain, his body will be cold by then.

At this time, the female corpse had already caught up, and she stretched out her hand towards him, her nails were like sharp blades, as if they could split the air.

Wang Rui yelled and dodged. Immediately, her nails pierced into the door panel, leaving four holes when she pulled it out, and the little novice inside screamed in fright: "Almsgiver, you are doomed, please leave this temple quickly!"

Taking advantage of this time, Wang Rui ran forward, but the female corpse turned around and continued to chase him.

There is a pagoda tree outside the temple with a circumference of ten feet. Wang Rui threw himself in front of the tree and was about to take a few breaths. back.

The female corpse followed the locust tree to catch him. When he went to the left, the female corpse turned to the left; when he turned to the right, the female corpse turned to the right.

Wang Rui was sweating profusely, wiped off his sweat, and thought to himself why it was still dark: "Do I have to confess my life?"

As soon as he made a sound, it doesn't matter, the female corpse suddenly became furious, and stretched out both hands towards him. Wang Rui ducked back, and saw the female corpse plunged into the tree with both hands, which was different from the one that plunged into the temple gate. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't pull out his hand, and stood stiffly holding the book.

Seeing this, Wang Rui was sure that she could no longer move, and her whole body went limp, and she sat on the ground, unable to exert any more strength.

I don't know how long it took, the sky brightened, and the morning sun appeared in the east like a golden thread, and after a while, thousands of golden lights sprinkled on the earth.

The female corpse was bathed in the morning light, struggled desperately for a few times, and then stopped moving.

Wang Rui, who had saved himself from danger, glanced at the desperate temple, and saw three golden characters on it: Lanruo Temple.

Wang Rui was taken aback for a moment, and cursed.

The author has something to say: This article is roughly based on the original work of "Liao Zhai", and "The Dead" is the third story in the first volume of Liaozhai.