When someone with depression enters the horror game

Liu Orion dragged the sack into the Xianheng Hotel.

"Old Liu is here to sell game!" The shopkeeper greeted him with a smile.

Liu Liehu took the shopkeeper's arm and forced him into the back kitchen.

The shopkeeper flicked the non-existent ash on the soft satin, raised an eyebrow and asked, "Yo, what's the matter, old Liu?"

Liu Orion carefully opened an opening in the sack, revealing a slit.

"Scary!" The shopkeeper hurriedly took a few steps back and said in surprise, "Why does this chicken have three heads!"

Liu Orion's expression was also not very good, and said: "You haven't seen it clearly, shopkeeper. This chicken not only has three heads, but also six eyes, six claws, and three wings..."

"Where did it come from?"

"I walked around from the west to the south, and found this thing in the trap I set up before, which really shocked me. Fortunately, this thing is dead..." Liu Orion patted his chest, looking terrified.

"Already dead?" The shopkeeper's voice increased.

"Dead."

The shopkeeper approached the sack again.

He rolled his eyes and said, "Hey, old Liu, what kind of friendship do you see between us... why don't you sell me this chicken for a copper coin?"

"What do you want this chicken for?" Liu Orion asked puzzled.

The shopkeeper smiled kindly and richly, like a Buddha: "Isn't there a shortage of chickens in the store?"

"That can't be done," Liu Orion tightened the sack, "Who knows what it is, what if it eats a dead person!"

He shook his head, paused and said, "I'd better find a place to bury this thing, it's so evil..."

The shopkeeper pretended to be angry and raised his face, and said: "I said, Lao Liu, I am not mean to you, right? There is a second hotel within a radius of ten miles that will buy you no matter what you order?"

Liu Orion still shook his head and wanted to leave with the sack on his back.

"Do you still want to take care of your dumb girl!" the shopkeeper shouted.

Liu Orion turned around.

The shopkeeper sighed, and said, "Old Liu, I know you're having a hard time. Everyone told you to sell that dumb girl, and you've worked so hard to bring her up..."

Liu Orion remained silent.

"You still have to save a dowry for your sister!"

The shopkeeper persuasively persuaded, while persuading, he took out two copper coins from the sole of the shoe and stuffed them into Liu Orion's hands.

"Oh, old Liu, come here, take..."

Liu Orion put down the sack, walked out of the back kitchen, and watched his mute sister go.

Zheng Qing and Painted Skin Ghost looked at Shen Lian silently packing their bags.

Regardless of whether he used or not used medicinal materials and all the sharp tools that did not take up space, he stuffed them into the bag with a brain.

Seeing that he was about to stuff two potatoes into the fifth bag, Painted Skin Ghost finally couldn't help it, and said seriously: "Shen Lian, we don't need these things."

Shen Lian stuffed things into the bag without raising her head: "You don't need a doctor. The doctor has to eat. This is a disaster year. I guess even the roots of wild vegetables have been dug up in the wild..."

"In case you run into someone who robs you along the way, don't use a knife..."

Painted Skin Ghost rolled his eyes.

Zheng Qing said seriously: "Shen Lian, your sense of security is getting weaker and weaker..."

Shen Lian's hand that stuffed things paused, and threw the bag at him: "You can get lost."

Painted Skin Ghost snorted, and pulled Zheng Qing out the door.

"Cut," Shen Lian looked at the closed door and said angrily, "I'm afraid that you, a gentle scum, will die, and I will have to live the life I owe you..."

Zheng Qing continued to walk forward, and the Painted Skin Ghost smiled, thinking, Shen Lang, you still owe me your life.

Tang Xiucai stared at the crack of the door, and was relieved to see the lady leaving with another man she didn't know.

He also found it strange that he didn't seem as scared as he imagined.

He didn't open the door until the female ghost and the man who didn't know whether it was a human or a ghost could no longer be seen through the crack of the door.

"Oh my god, I'm frightened and hungry..."

He went into the room and took a folding fan, straightened his long gown, and staggered to buy something to eat.

Xianheng Hotel is still as lively as ever.

Everyone who was eating saw him come in, and the air seemed to be silent for a moment.

He also ignored the strange silence, walked to the counter swaggeringly, and put out a few broken pieces of silver: "Shopkeeper, here is a bowl of chicken soup and a jug of wine."

"Okay." The shopkeeper took the money and smiled.

After he sat down, the excitement in the hotel resumed at the beginning.

A coolie shouted at him: "Tang Xiucai, it seems that the bookstore has printed your book again!"

He nodded reservedly.

"Are you copying the books of other famous writers again?"

Tang Xiucai's face was not flushed and his heart was not beating: "How come, I wrote those words with all my painstaking efforts."

Another person shouted: "It must have been copied with painstaking efforts!"

"I saw you copying Feng's book a few days ago and being hanged and beaten by others!"

There was a lot of laughter in the store.

Tang Xiucai tore a piece of chicken, and said while eating: "So what? These days, people laugh at the poor but not at the prostitutes. I copied a book. I can eat chicken, you guys?"

"You honest people can only eat fennel beans!"

Those spectators who made fun of Tang Xiucai blushed and muttered not knowing what to say.

Tang Xiucai took a sip of the soup with satisfaction, um, it tastes really good.

After a while, those talents continued to whisper to each other.

Tang Xiucai listened carefully, only to hear those people say: "Hey, do you know? Something happened to Mr. Yang's house!"

"what is the matter!"

"The daughter of his family didn't know what kind of evil, she took a rope and hung it on a mulberry tree to hang herself!"

"what!"

"When he was discovered, his tongue was sticking out so long that his eyes almost popped out!"

"Poor Na, poor Na... Hey, how do you say that?"

"Poor Mr. Yang with thin feet and lonely feet, the white-haired man is giving away the black-haired man."

"Oh, yes yes yes."

For a time, the store was filled with a happy atmosphere.

After a while, someone asked in doubt: "You said that Miss Yang, why can't she think about it at a young age and insist on committing suicide?"

Everyone ate the fennel beans and said indifferently: "Who knows what evil she did..."

[The mulberry has not yet fallen, and its leaves are fertile, and there is no food for mulberry.

When I am a girl, I have nothing to do with scholars.

You can still talk about the procrastination of scholars; you cannot talk about the procrastination of women]

Tang Xiucai was drinking soup.

The author has something to say:

I thought it was okay not to say this stalk, but I was almost accidentally injured by an upright little fairy before, so let me talk about it here.This is the stalk of Kong Yiji, Mr. Lu Xun, and it is also obvious in the first few chapters.From the Xianheng Hotel to the fennel beans, I kept everything completely, I thought all the girls could understand it.

〔〕: - "The Book of Songs"