Infinite Throne

"Hi, please show me your invitation letter."

An old man with the appearance of a housekeeper appeared at the gate, speaking and walking extremely stiffly, as if his body was assembled one after another.

"Dear Chaser, Black Umbrella, Death Reaper, please come in."

The old housekeeper led Lin Yebai into the manor, and after entering the gate, he came directly to another world.White rhododendrons are in full bloom on both sides of the road, and the old European-style manor stands at the end of the line of sight, simple and deep, with pale lights from a few windows, and a red carpet at the door, soft and clean, with a hint of floral fragrance.

There was an oval conference table in the hall, and a young man in a black suit sat on the main seat. He was pale and seductive, with a handsome face, long and narrow phoenix eyes, and gold-rimmed glasses.

"Please take a seat." He took the initiative to speak, motioning for Lin Yebai to sit across from him.

Lin Yebai was not polite to him either, he sat at the end, facing the man, and the door behind him slammed shut.

There were three people living on the left and right sides of the ceremony table, including Lin Yebai, a total of seven people participated in the assessment.

Qian Shenghua was on the bottom left, very close to Lin Yebai, a little surprised and pleasantly surprised.With good brothers around, his chances of completing the task are much higher.

"Hi everyone, I am the editor-in-chief of "Ghost Story Weekly" and also the director of the Ghost Story Club. You can call me Minister Xia. To save trouble, I specially gathered seven people to take the assessment together. I hope you can all become new members of the Ghost Story Club. Bring new vitality to this big family." The young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses spoke again.

"Hello, Minister Xia." The people who participated in the assessment said hello one after another.

Lin Yebai didn't know how many of the seven people present were missionaries, how many were reincarnators, and how many were ghost talkers.After a few glances, everyone is well disguised, they are all humanoid creatures, and nothing can be seen.

"The first assessment task is to tell a story."

"Each person tells a ghost story, and the others unanimously agree, even if they pass the test, the order is from left to right."

"start."

As soon as Minister Xia finished speaking, the lights in the hall dimmed, leaving only a white candle on the conference table. The flame was so faint that even the faces of the people present could not be clearly seen, only the outlines could be seen.

A strange fragrance lingers in the hall, probably from the black incense sticks lit in the copper furnace in the center of the conference table.

The body relaxes to the extreme in this aroma, and the mind is very active. Hearing a word, one can imagine a specific picture.

"The story I want to tell is called "The Wife Who Loves Supper."

The first one on the left is a middle-aged man with a hoarse voice and a scar on his face.

He began to narrate slowly:

"My wife and I have been married for seven years. She has been getting thinner and thinner recently. She always says that she is very hungry and likes to order supper in the middle of the night."

"Snacking is not healthy. I prepared food and put it in the refrigerator. I told her that if she was hungry, she could get up and heat it up before eating. She didn't want to eat takeaway, but she always refused. She still likes to order takeaway in the middle of the night and eat it in bed."

"The strange thing is, I can't find her takeaway order records, and I have never seen a takeaway delivery person."

"When I was half asleep and half awake, I always heard the sound of her chewing bones. I don't know what kind of meat I was eating. It was very delicious."

"She especially likes to eat chicken feet, and likes to eat crispy bones. I'm so hungry, I asked her to give me one, but she wouldn't."

His voice was flat, containing a deep fear.There is nothing special about the story, but the lobby has some habits, and it seems to have a strange addition to this kind of story. It is especially easy to associate with the picture, and there is a sense of immersive horror.

"I got angry and suddenly lifted the quilt, only to find that I had only one head left."

"She was lying under my quilt, raised her head with a sly smile, and a few leftover fingers fell out. She picked it up and put it in her mouth, and continued to eat the crispy bones, giggling..."

This is the end of the story. Minister Xia looked normal and applauded first, commenting:

"It's gone, but the story isn't very good."

Next, it's the second turn.

It was a skinny young man who told a story called "The Eyeball on the Wall". A young man could always see eyeballs in different places, and finally went crazy. Repeat one sentence, did you see it?

This story was slightly better than the previous one, and Minister Xia still rated it as mediocre.

The third one was Qian Shenghua's turn.

Qian Shenghua thought to himself, I must think of the scariest one to stand out among these people.But he really can't think of anything, and he will hate the book when it's time to use it.In the end, he scratched his head and smiled awkwardly:

"The story I tell you is "Red Hands, Green Hands, Big White Hands."

"You can see the bottom of the old-fashioned rural dry toilet at a glance, and you can feel the freshest farm manure smell, and there are many mosquitoes, flies buzzing, flying around..."

The hall can magnify the senses, and everyone here frowned slightly.

[Literary Teacher]: Dung eggs are worthy of being dung eggs

[Uchihabo milk tea]: What a man of taste, Brother Pingfan, can you rush?

[Ordinary me]: I can't

[Melon Tianli made a mistake]: I don’t know why, but I always feel that telling stories is not that simple

Qian Shenghua continued:

"An elder in Wang Xiaoming's family passed away, so he had to go back to live in his hometown, and he had to do funeral banquets. He didn't do these things before, so he hired a one-stop service. He seemed to have a bad stomach in the middle of the night and had to go to the dry toilet to use the toilet. "

"Just as he took off his pants and was about to squat down, a pair of big cold hands supported his buttocks and asked—"

"Red hands? Green hands? Big white hands?"

"Ahem..." Minister Xia coughed slightly.

"Minister, I haven't finished yet." Qian Shenghua began to save himself:

"If you answer Red Hand, a female ghost in red will appear, grab Wang Xiaoming's neck, and strangle him to death."

"Answer the green hands, and a pair of rotten green hands will be stretched out, accompanied by terrifying poisonous gas, poisoning Wang Xiaoming to death."

"If you have a big white hand, you will be dragged into the toilet and suffocated to death."

"Minister, do you think this is okay?" Qian Shenghua asked.

"...Yes." Minister Xia's expression was complicated, he was not very happy, he seemed to want to say something, and finally remained silent, looking at Lin Yebai, his voice was cold:

"You were invited to enter as the three ghosts, and you are the most honored guest here today. You need to tell three stories."

"Ah."

Lin Yebai got a copy of "The Encyclopedia of Strange Tales" before, which can be used here.

"The first story I'm going to tell, 'Little Bear'."

"You and the teddy bear are good friends. During the day, you find that the teddy bear is cracked and the cotton is leaking, and you help him fix it with a needle and thread. At night, it's the teddy bear that will help you."

Minister Xia nodded slightly. This story is too short, but he has just been tortured by "Red Hands, Green Hands and Big White Hands". He thinks this story is quite good, at least it is normal.

"The second story, "Mopping the Floor."

"When you live in a student dormitory, you wake up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and find that a roommate is not in bed. You think, if you wake up earlier, you can go with her."

"You go to the shared bathroom on the first floor and find a cleaner mopping the floor. After using the toilet, you go back to sleep."

"The next day, a murder happened. You just remembered that you saw your roommate's red hairpin on the black mop last night."

"That's right." Minister Xia nodded, motioning for Lin Yebai to say one more thing.

"The third story, "The Corpse Under the Bed."

"You bought a new house because of a job change, and you always feel that there is something under the bed. Every time you look down, you find nothing."

"Gradually, you can smell the rancid smell when you sleep at night, and there seem to be two eyes under the bed, staring at you."

"During the day, your clothes seem to have been worn through, and things are a little messy. It seems that there is no difference from when you went out."

"You decided to replace the bed and the worker said the bed was a bit heavy and there seemed to be something else in the mattress."

"Due to inconvenient time, it is scheduled for the next day."

"You continued to sleep on the bed and decided to open the mattress. Suddenly, the power went out. You reached into the mattress and touched first a hand and then a head. It turned out that the corpse was not at the bottom of the bed, but embedded in the mattress. "

The stories Lin Yebai told were all from "The Complete Collection of Strange Tales", which were the creations of many authors. In order to finish telling them earlier, he chose shorter stories.

"It's very short." Minister Xia frowned, it was too lazy.

"Three, I'm done." Lin Yebai didn't intend to repeat it.

"It's your fault." Minister Xia easily revealed it.

The three members on the right also each tell a story.

They are "Dark Shadows Outside the Window", "Woman Looking in the Mirror", and "Housemates".

"The stories are all good, I hope everyone has a good dream tonight."

Minister Xia finished drinking the tea in front of him, and said to the old butler who appeared in the corner at some time:

"Take them to the first floor to choose a place to live. If there are any requirements, try to meet them."

"Yes." The old housekeeper saluted respectfully.

Minister Xia turned and went upstairs with a slender back. He seemed to sense that everyone was looking at him. He turned his head slightly, pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, and showed a gentle and modest smile.

"Everyone, see you tomorrow."

The rooms on the first floor are all similar, with gorgeous decoration, no less than a five-star hotel, with separate bathroom and living room.

Lin Yebai chose one at random, and Qian Shenghua's room was opposite him.Lin Yebai was used to staying up late for a long time without sleep, and he didn't plan to rest tonight, holding the Wusheng knife, a burst of uncontrollable drowsiness came, and he fell into a deep sleep uncontrollably.

He found himself transformed into a child, five or six years old, in furry cow pajamas, in a European-style house, holding a toy bear.

All the viewers in the live broadcast room could also clearly see the young Lin Yebai who was holding the bear, with exquisite facial features, a little baby fat on his cheeks, chubby fingers, round and big eyes, and a confused expression.

[Ruanruan cat ears]: Ahhh! ! !Cub cub I can!

[Braised Pork Ribs]: Baby Stealing Squad, start!

[I am a little blue dragon]: Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

[Melon Field made a mistake]: Was the cub so cute when he was young?

Lin Yebai took two steps and almost fell.Not only his body has become smaller, but other attributes have also returned to the five-year-old state along with him.

Weak, poor, and helpless.

There is no equipment.

He glanced at the little bear toy, it smiled a little shyly.

The first story, "Little Bear" begins.

On the brown bear toy, there is a dilapidated crack, exposing yellowed cotton.The little bear's dark and round eyes were staring at Lin Yebai, eager to be sewn up by his little friend.