Jiajing Spiritual Records

Ning Huan thought it was all right, guessing that he had seen a lot of those weird things these days, so he was prone to delusions for no reason.Besides, on Chang'an Street in broad daylight, Su Xian was standing next to the Living Yama. If there was a female ghost in the black box, she would not have dared to show up at that time.Thinking of this, Ning Huan was gradually convinced by himself, and his hanging heart finally fell to the ground.

Ning Huan was thinking about walking on the street, he was too busy to pay attention to the road under his feet.The cold wind brushed Ning Huan's sleeves and took away the warmth in the air. The sun was shining brightly, but under the warm sun of March, he felt like he was in an ice cellar.Ning Huan shuddered and raised his head in confusion.Unexpectedly, at the time of this rise, the bustling Chang'an Street Market was already empty.

Is it this late?Ning Huan frowned, looked around, a look of confusion gradually appeared on his face.At this time, the entire Chang'an Avenue seemed to be covered with a layer of bluish-white mist, and the water vapor covered the surrounding buildings.When Ning Huan concentrated again, the blue brick and stone slab under his feet had turned into an ancient road at some point.The surrounding shops were replaced by gray and white walls, and the mildew stains in the humid air were like spots of corpses emerging from the blue and white corpses lying on the roadside.

"Da, da, da" There was a slow and strange sound behind him, Ning Huan took a deep breath, clenched his fists and turned around slowly.In the vast mist surrounding it, a white silhouette appeared vaguely at this time. "Da, da, da" The ghostly sound was getting closer and closer, and Ning Huan gradually saw the shadow in the white mist clearly.It was a woman lying on the ground, her limbs were twisted into a weird arc, which looked more like some kind of creepy insect.She bowed her head, her long hair covering her face.Ning Huan pursed his lips tightly, staring at the white figure motionless, he knew that under the long-haired face must be the female ghost in white that he had just seen in the black box.

The female ghost in white stopped a few steps away from Ning Huan, she raised her head stiffly and slowly, the dark eye sockets were directly facing Ning Huan's eyes, as if shriveled by the blue and white human skin hanging on her body. There was a weird smile on his face.Ning Huan gritted his teeth, swallowed hard, and asked in a low voice, "I have no grievances with you, what are you trying to do by pestering me?"

The female ghost in white never said a word, she stared at Ning Huan with empty eye sockets for a while, "da" she took a step forward.Ning Huan was so frightened that he hurriedly backed away, "Da, da, da" unexpectedly, the female ghost in white lowered her head, curled her limbs around him in a strange posture, and crawled towards the direction behind Ning Huan.Ning Huan was slightly taken aback, the white shadow brushed Ning Huan's sleeve, like a cloud of light white mist floating around his feet, and a damp musty smell wafted in the air.

Ning Huan turned around in surprise and looked at the female ghost in white.At some point, there was an extra wine shop beside the misty ancient road behind him.The word "Wenxianlou" was written on the door plaque with black and red paint, the gate was closed tightly, and two strings of lanterns covered with thick dust hung from the archway, dangling in the windless moment.

Ask Xianlou?Ning Huan frowned in surprise. "Squeak—" The door of the restaurant over there suddenly opened, and the female ghost in white raised her head and looked in Ning Huan's direction.

Ning Huan was taken aback, didn't she want me to go over?Ning Huan licked his dry lips uneasily, hesitated for a while, and strode over.Ning Huan thought in his heart, he and the female ghost in white just happened to bump into each other on the street, why did they entangle themselves since they had never had any grievances or enmities.

What's more...

Ning Huan frowned, since the white shadow appeared, a doubt has always been in Ning Huan's heart.The woman named "Zhao Wanniang" and the female ghost in white appeared in the black box at the same time. Is it a coincidence or some other reason.However, since she was related to the disappearance of Su Xian's parents, Ning Huan had to be on guard.

When Ning Huan walked into the restaurant, the figure of the ghost in white at the door had disappeared.He raised his head slightly and looked around. The decoration of the restaurant was different from the "Wenxian Building" that Ning Huan often went to, but the old wooden stairs, the central platform, and the carvings of butterflies on the second floor of the restaurant were all in the details. It seemed that the appearance in Ning Huan's memory had reappeared.

Ning Huan glanced around, and there was a group of people sitting under the wooden platform in the middle. They had ruddy faces and ordinary expressions. With the crisp sound of clappers on the stage, there was a wave of applause.If it wasn't for the female ghost in white clothes just outside the door, Ning Huan would have thought he was in an ordinary wine shop.Ning Huan pursed his lips, took a deep breath, and thought to himself, since he came, he would be at ease, so he also found an empty seat in the corner and sat down.

There were rustling voices beside him: "Mr. Liao is here." Someone said softly.

Mr. Liao?Ning Huan didn't remember that there was a storyteller named Mr. Liao in Xianju.Ning Huan frowned, and clenched his hands slightly under the wooden table. He saw a man about forty years old walking up the stage, wearing a plain white coat. He nodded slightly, with an expression on his face. A strange smile: "Today, let's talk about an anecdote that happened in Sheren Town." His movements were like a puppet on a string, stiff and sluggish.His voice was dry and hoarse, like a dilapidated waterwheel making a creaking, creaking, screeching sound.

"More than ten years ago, there was a Zhuangzi in the west. The master died. The young master hurried back to the funeral with his new wife. At night, there was a heavy fog, and the two lost their way in the wilderness. At this time, they found a small The town. This town is called Sheren Village. It is said that only the family members who live there can find this town. It is really a miracle that they ran into it this day."

"So the two decided to rest in Sheren Town for the night. The townspeople were not surprised to meet the lost couple. Instead, they warmly received them and placed them in an inn in the town."

"What's even more strange is that the husband and wife found out that not only the two of them were staying here, but there were five other people in the inn. It was a coincidence, that night, his wife suddenly developed a high fever, and the young master had no choice but to go to the inn. Call the innkeeper to ask if there is any doctor in this town who can treat the disease. But when the husband went out, he found a strange thing. There is no one in this town. After searching, only today These seven people boarded in this inn at night.

"Everyone found it strange. After some discussions, everyone decided to let one of the girls stay to take care of his sick wife. The young master followed the other five people to visit other places in the town."

"Are you new here?" The guest next to Ning Huan who had been listening intently to the storyteller on the stage suddenly made a sound.Ning Huan's heart trembled, but he looked anxious but didn't speak up.

The guest snorted disapprovingly, took a sip of tea slowly, rolled his eyeballs around, and suddenly said in a low voice: "There is a ghost."

Ning Huan looked at the guest in surprise. A scorched skull was reflected in the clear teacup in his hand. The haggard skull was staring at him blankly at this moment, and its charcoal-black teeth suddenly showed exaggeratedly. With a treacherous smile.Ning Huan raised his eyes in a daze, and found that the guest was also looking at him meaningfully, and also showed a ghostly smile...

Suddenly, the surrounding scene changed, the bluish-white walls were covered with dark burn marks, the flames lit up, and the scorching temperature turned the whole wine shop into a charcoal-fired steam oven, and the white paper covered the window sills Gradually eaten away by the raging flames, the beams of the wooden structure crackled and groaned, and pieces of wood continued to fall from the top.

Ning Huan slowly widened his eyes. He watched in amazement that the guest beside him slowly turned into a charred corpse in front of his eyes. There was a burning smell in the air, which made his throat ache. . "There are ghosts." The man's voice still rang in his ears, and he said sullenly, "Some of you are ghosts!"

The storyteller on the stage turned into a stiff black charcoal corpse, and the corpses of the people under the stage were lying here and there.Ning Huan rushed out of the weird restaurant, and when he looked back, the female ghost in white was staring at him expressionlessly on the second floor...

"Young Master Ning? Young Master Ning?" Ning Huan swayed away, his empty eyes regained focus, and the clerk beside him finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and sighed: "Mr. Ning, what happened just now?" I didn’t even call you, it really scared me to death.”

Ning Huan looked around, the temperature suddenly turned cold, and he was still standing where he was, but the burning sensation just now really lay across his heart.Ning Huan listened to the yamen's call, and he smiled dryly, and replied: "I'm fine."

The suona sound of "da da" suddenly sounded from behind, the white flag shook, and the paper money fluttered in the wind and scattered all over the ground.Amidst the crying, several people walked over carrying a black wooden coffin.Ning Huan and Ya Cha hurriedly retreated to the side, Ya Cha spat and secretly cursed bad luck.He looked at Ning Huan still looking dazed, so he said: "Young Master Ning, it's getting late, since I have nothing to do, I'll go first."

Ning Huan nodded, he took out a bank note from his sleeve and handed it to the Yacha, and replied: "I really bothered you, Brother Yacha."

"Where is it?" Yacha took the bank note and left cheerfully.

Ning Huan was silent for a while, the three characters "Wenxianlou" on the black and red plaque always appeared in his mind, he thought for a while, and walked towards the direction of Wenxianlou unbelievingly.

The sky has completely darkened, and the people who came to listen to the book in the restaurant have already dispersed.The two strings of red lanterns under the plaque in front of the restaurant were on, and the lights were shining brightly, illuminating the bright and lively surroundings.Although the people who listened to the book dispersed, the restaurant came and went and welcomed a new group of guests at night.Guests in twos and threes flocked in and filled the hall on the first floor, full of people's voices, one after another, very lively.

Xiaoer from Wenxianlou was shuttled back and forth, busy serving tea and water, when he saw Ning Huan, he put down his work and greeted Ning Huan with a smile.Ning Huan was a regular customer of the Xianlou, he was good-natured and generous, and Xiaoer's tone also had a hint of familiarity: "Mr. Ning, why are you here now? Our restaurant has invited a new storyteller. This time Erfang is leaving."

Ning Huan pursed his lips slightly, looking at the wooden platform in the middle of the restaurant, he suddenly thought of the weird story he had just heard, so he asked, "What did you tell today?"

Xiaoer happily replied: "It's Mr. Ning's favorite Liang Zhu. It's a pity that Ning Huanzi can't catch up today, but the storyteller will come again tomorrow!"

Ning Huan thought for a while, and then asked again: "The storyteller here today is surnamed Liao, but this one is a bearded man in his forties?"

Xiaoer replied suspiciously: "Young Master Ning, I remembered it wrong. The storyteller's surname is Wang, and he is not as young as Young Master Ning said. After all, he has traveled all over the world for so many years..." Suddenly, the voice of the shop boy stopped, and he raised his eyes. Looking at Ning Huan, a look of surprise flashed across his eyes, and he asked, "Where did Mr. Ning find out about Mr. Liao?"

Ning Huan was taken aback, raised his eyebrows and asked back: "Mr. Liao really exists? Then where is he now?"

The shop waiter's eyeballs were rolling left and right in their sockets, apparently unwilling to answer.Ning Huan curled his lips, glanced at the shop waiter, took out a piece of silver from his cuff, and tossed it in his hand: "Huh?"

The waiter in the shop hurriedly showed a flattering smile, and hurriedly reached out to take it and put it in his pocket.He leaned over to Ning Huan's side, and replied in a low voice: "Yes. Mr. Ning doesn't know something. This Asking Fairy Building was bought by the shopkeeper 14 years ago. It is said," the waiter looked around cautiously, and saw No one noticed, he continued, "It is said that this place used to be a restaurant, also known as Wenxianlou. But a fire killed many people, and then it was abandoned, until it was sold by our shopkeeper at a low price. "

Xiao Er licked his lips, looked at Ning Huan and said, "Among the people burned to death was a storyteller surnamed Liao who was about forty years old."