How to break into Liaozhai

As soon as he said it, Wei Xingxian ordered a prostitute to make a paper lottery, write the number on it, throw it on the table in a ball, and asked everyone to draw separately.

Wang Rui touched one casually, opened it and saw that it read: Three

That is to say, he was the third one to go to the Ten Kings Hall, which is not a bad result. After all, there are two people behind him. If the two of them are fine, his safety index will rise in a straight line.

Wei Xingxian issued a paper: "I am the first."

Huo Huan sighed: "I am the second one." The second one is not the worst, after all there is still Wei Xingxian in front of him.

Ma Xiao ranked fourth, Huo Ke fifth, and Zhu Erdan sixth.

Huo Ke said with a smile: "Zhu Erdan, you are the bottom of the lottery."

Zhu Erdan muffled: "Bad luck."

Others thought, you are obviously lucky, isn't it good to be the last one?The Hall of Ten Kings was flattened by the first five.

Wei Xingxian glanced outside, raised his neck and took a sip of wine: "Don't dawdle, just go as soon as you say it!" It was quite bold.

Everyone sent him to the door like a funeral. When they opened the door, they found that it was snowing outside. There were dots of white snow in the night sky, rustling down, matching the north wind.

Wei Xingxian picked up the bamboo umbrella of a prostitute at the door, held it up and walked into the snow, took the lantern from the servant's hand, and as he walked, he did not forget to turn his head and tell: "None of you are allowed to follow."

His servant said worriedly: "Young Master, you can't help this fool."

"Go away!" Wei Xingxian turned his head and said resolutely: "No one is allowed to follow, be careful of beating."

Wang Rui and Huo Ke said loudly: "Don't worry, we will never follow!" After speaking, they looked up for a while, closed the door and went back to drink.

Wei Xingxian was walking on the way to the Hall of Ten Kings with an umbrella. When the cold wind blew, he woke up quite a bit from the wine. He only felt that his eyes and ears were sharp and he understood the surrounding situation very clearly.

There is a piercing cold wind blowing by my ears, and the road ahead is slowly silvery snow.

There was no one on the road, and it was eerily quiet.

I saw that the barren hill not far away was also covered with silver and white, and as far as the line of sight was concerned, it was all pale.

The moonlight was dim, but occasionally a figure would emerge from behind the clouds, stretching his appearance on the snow.

Wei Xingxian suddenly heard a sound behind him and was startled. When he turned his head and saw a bird standing on a branch, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued walking.

The snow was slippery, he held an umbrella in one hand and a lantern in the other, walking confidently, but finally arrived in front of the Ten Kings Hall smoothly.

The Hall of Ten Kings was built by the villagers in which era. It is dilapidated, but it has been incensed all the time. I don't know who is worshiping it.It is said that someone once saw the judge in the temple trial ghosts and gods. The incense was in full swing for a while, but for a long time, no one heard of the judge appearing.

Wei Xingxian went up the steps, stomped off the snow from his boots, and slowly pushed the door open. The dilapidated door made a creaking sound, and the inside was pitch black, with no light at all.

Standing at the door, he only felt a gust of cold air blowing out, and he couldn't help feeling cold all over his body.

He didn't know that in this hall where he couldn't see his fingers, there were two frozen ghosts whispering.

"Someone actually came here in the middle of the night to throw himself into a trap. This is an opportunity God gave us brothers."

"Yeah, who told him to drive alone in this windy and snowy day, he is considered unlucky."

Two ghosts gradually appeared. They were wearing thin clothes, and their shoulders were still trembling. They were two small merchants who sold groceries when they were alive. When they passed by Yangxin County, someone stole their money and had nowhere to live. In the Poshiwang Palace outside the city, the weather suddenly changed, and it snowed heavily, and the two of them were frozen to death like this.

They cannot be reincarnated after death, and there are no ghosts and gods in charge of them. They can only wait to find a replacement for the dead ghost.

Every night, they would repeat the situation before they died, trembling all over, such a day, every day had to be spent, how hard it was.

Wei Xingxian didn't know the situation in the hall, but instinctively felt that there was danger inside, and he was unwilling to take a step forward.After hesitating for a while, he finally gritted his teeth and walked in.

The two frozen ghosts in the hall sneered at the same time, but it was just a ghost language that people couldn't hear.

As soon as Wei Xingxian entered the hall, he shivered. He shook his body, walked quickly to the altar with the lantern in his hand, and saw a statue of Yama standing behind the altar, with a red face, staring at two copper bells. Big eyes, majestic and terrifying.

He swallowed and spit, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a statue of a judge on the left, he didn't dare to turn his head, and hurried to look at the tribute on the altar.

"How are we going to take his life? Let's set him a trap on his way back."

"Wait a minute, this person has an official air, let's not move." People who can be officials have noble fates, and ordinary ghosts and gods can't get close to them. Dazed.

"But he is clearly not an official." Officials are accompanied when they go in and out, and they have more or less majestic official authority.

"He is not an official, but his blood relatives are officials. Let's not offend the officials. It will be very troublesome." He was a businessman in business during his lifetime, and he was most afraid of officials. This character continued after his death.

Fear of officials, even the sons of officials.

Wei Xingxian didn't know it at all, he just felt that it was very cold and windy here.He saw that there was a plate of pastries on the altar table, which had been dried and covered with a layer of dust.

He picked up a piece, blew on it, stuffed it into his sleeve, and ran out in three steps at a time.

Two ghosts reappeared behind him, looking at the ocean and sighing, there is no way, who is a yamen.

Wei Xingxian got the pastry and walked briskly on the road, which was too simple and a bit dissatisfying.

As soon as he entered the courtyard of the villa, the servant who was watching over him rushed up to meet him, took the lantern and bamboo umbrella, and invited him into the room.

Wei Xingxian patted the pastry in his sleeve on the table, and his voice was crisp and sweet, as if a pawn had been dropped: "See, who's turn is it for the tribute on the Hall of Ten Kings?"

Huo Huan weakly raised his hand: "It's me."

"Let me tell you, it's quite easy. Now I don't think this challenge is difficult at all." Anyway, he completed the task, bragging about it.

Seeing that Wei Xingxian had returned safely, Huo Huan presumably was in no danger. He leaned back and took a sip of wine, and went out with the strength of the wine. He tied the bamboo umbrella and lantern in the servant's hands, and walked to the Hall of Ten Kings as instructed. .

Huo Huan saw Wei Xingxian's footprints on the ground, so he walked along his footprints, reciting "The Analects of Confucius".He was not as calm as his predecessors, he walked faster and faster, and finally almost ran all the way into the Palace of Ten Kings.

After Wei Xingxian left, the hall door was left open, so he took a deep breath and walked in.

At this time, the two frozen ghosts were standing in the dark, happily about to show up to take the scholar's life, when they felt a gust of air rushing towards them, yelled badly, and flew out of the hall.

"This man is so talented, he was enlightened by Wenqu Xing, and he will be a Jinshi in the future."

Can't afford to provoke, the two ghosts trembled in the air.

Huo Huan on the ground was also trembling, he quickly touched a piece of pastry, stuffed it into his sleeve, turned around and ran away, muddy water splashed all over the hem of his clothes.

He ran back to the villa in one breath, took a breath before walking in, and laid out the pastries generously: "Brother Wei is right, there is really nothing scary." But if he is asked to go again, he will die Not anymore.

Wang Rui saw that the two people in front had come back peacefully, especially Huo Huan, who was only 14 years old.

He was very confident and drank a glass of wine with a smile: "It's up to me to go for a walk."