Modern Little Town God

The waiters here are all well-trained. Probably because they are in the Japanese-style area, they have also received some customers who are also curious, so when the young people mentioned this event, they had already sent the game props to come over.

Hundred Stories is a very ancient monster. The process of the game is not complicated. The props only need a hundred white candles and a lighter.Of course, lighting candles in broad daylight is a bit silly, and it’s a bit nonsense to go with the activity of soaking in hot springs, but everyone understands-it’s a sense of ritual, and it’s more exciting to tell ghost stories like this.

After the candles were in place, everyone sat down around the hot spring pool. A table was placed between them. There were a bunch of white candles and several lighters on it. To make a fire, other people came over with candles and lit them quickly, and then dripped wax oil on the table to stick the candles to it.

The handful of people who were indifferent to Baimono were not very active in their actions. Before they got the candles, the hundred white candles on the table were already full.

Next, everyone sat around the table, staring at the white candles, feeling a little excited.

The squad leader coughed and said, "Let me talk first."

All eyes were on him.

The squad leader put on a straight face and began to tell the story.

"Throwing bricks to attract jade, considering everyone's acceptance, I will tell a story that is not too scary to warm up." His voice was unhurried, "The story comes from a notebook novel from a long time ago. A bodyguard, drinking with a few buddies one night, after a night of drinking, he walked back unsteadily until it was almost dawn. Along the way, his mind was not very clear, and he vaguely felt that there were people around him. There was a cold wind blowing towards his ears, he felt a little cold, so he looked back..."

The story was very ordinary at first, and there was plenty of light in broad daylight, but the squad leader deliberately controlled the voice to be ethereal, and with the white candles on the table, the atmosphere gradually came out.

Therefore, the people who listened to the story looked a little focused and a little nervous.

Suddenly, the squad leader said hastily: "The moment he turned his head, a beautiful woman's face appeared in front of him, and he was dazzled by this beauty, but!" He suddenly raised his voice, "A long The tongue came out of the beauty's mouth!"

"what--"

"Mom, what the hell!"

"What the hell!"

Seeing that several people were frightened by the atmosphere he created, the squad leader showed a satisfied smile on his face and continued to tell the story enthusiastically: "The tongue was inserted into his nostril at once, and at this moment, the stench penetrated into his nostrils. The nasal cavity made him want to gag, he felt dizzy in his head, grabbed the tongue hard, and pulled it out fiercely! The woman let out a miserable scream, and he ran away, but he could still feel the tongue The Yin Qi was getting closer and closer to him... He was not relieved until a cock crow sounded and the woman disappeared. But since then, his nostrils drilled by ghost tongues have become thumbs It's so big, sometimes when I eat, my nose will flow out, and it can't be blocked..."

After listening to the whole story, Ruan Jiao was expressionless.

The story was normal at the beginning, but it became disgusting when I talked about it later. The big nostrils and nasal discharge kept flowing. The squad leader probably did it on purpose.

Many people had the same thoughts as Ruan Jiao, and they all complained to the monitor.

The squad leader shrugged and said, "Since you think this is not good, why don't you tell the story to someone else?"

The school committee followed closely in the monitor's footsteps and said, "Then let me tell a story too. It is said that once there was a caravan that passed by an inn. At night, they found that everyone around them fell into a deep sleep and couldn't wake up. , and at this time, the laughter of children came from the room..."

This story is also very popular, it doesn't sound like a big deal, but it eased everyone's emotions just now.

Although Ruan Jiao has "knowledge" a lot in chattering, it's the first time for her to listen to stories told by her peers, and gradually she becomes more serious, thinking about what stories to tell when it's her turn.

As I was talking, some stories were really scary. Many people’s scalps felt numb after hearing it. They quickly divided them into men’s and women’s hot springs and began to soak in the hot springs. Telling ghost stories in the classroom weakened a lot of the feeling of fear, and even the girls in the class were no longer so afraid.

Ruan Jiao didn't go for a bath, and the reason was as simple as that - he was still a dead person; Zong Suizhong didn't go for a bath, and the reason was also very simple - he was not used to soaking in hot springs with other people.

The other roommates really wanted to soak, so they went into a corner of Tangquan, while Ruan Jiao and Zong Suizhong sat beside the men's soup pool, drinking a few glasses of sake slowly, and pouring them two glasses from time to time .

During this period, it was their dormitory's turn to tell the story. Cui Yichang and the others were alright, but Bo Yang was the most afraid of ghosts, but for the sake of face, he bravely told his personal experience of a ghost hitting a wall, in a dry tone.It's just that he is afraid after all, and occasionally his voice trembles, which is rare to have a little atmosphere, which attracts the attention of many people... Later, Ruan Jiao told an ordinary story in Dao Bi Dao, and Zong Sui Zhong simply told a ghost The ghost car went straight to the ghost market and the story of the paper-stitched man. The tone of the two was flat and the atmosphere was calm. Everyone's attention was quickly attracted by the story of the next person.

Time passed without haste, and soon it was evening.

The squad leader looked at the sky and said, "It's getting dark, let's stop talking." He calculated it, and said in surprise, "Have you told 93 stories?"

The young people were ordering sashimi and floating on the hot spring while playing and eating. When the class monitor said this, someone hurriedly said: "There are only seven stories left to tell. Isn't this still dark? The storyteller behind Let’s keep it short, finish it before it’s completely dark, and have a beginning and an end.”

This is a mild obsessive-compulsive disorder. If the story is much worse, he will definitely not say anything, but if there are only a few left, if it is cut off suddenly, he will definitely feel uncomfortable everywhere.

The school committee thought about it, and suggested: "Let's talk about it as soon as possible, and you must stop before it gets completely dark."

Everyone else has no opinion.

Ruan Jiao saw Liang Li's unsightly expression, and guessed that he wanted to stop immediately, but it was true that the sky was not completely dark yet, so he couldn't say much.From Ruan Jiao's point of view, of course it's best not to play.

Luckily, everyone has been trained in ghost movies, and when it gets dark, they get scared. The remaining seven stories are told very quickly, and some of them are so short that they seem to make up numbers.After all the stories are told, the last person to tell the story should be the first person to tell the story—the squad leader.

The squad leader quickly said: "One day, when a certain person came back from sweeping the tomb, he was followed by a whirlwind on the road, and at the same time he heard a lot of miserable cries. He didn't dare to turn back, and was afraid that the whirlwind might be some kind of monster, so he ran fast to avoid the whirlwind. Finally returned home before it was completely dark. The whirlwind hovered at the door for a while before leaving, and it was not until the next day that this person knew that he didn't know what happened last night. They fell to the ground pale, some were already dead, and some were seriously ill. After recovering from their illness, they were completely disfigured, as if everything had been sucked away..." He deepened his tone, "...like being angry."

By this time, one hundred stories had been officially told, and the last ray of light remained on the horizon.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief - the story is over!But in the next second, they tensed up again—following the game flow, will something happen...

One second, two seconds... half a minute.

During this time when everyone was tense, nothing happened.

As a result, the tense heartstrings of the young people were loosened again, and at the same time, they were inevitably a little disappointed.

"Everything about Hundred Monogatari is false..."

"Fuck off! Do you really want something terrible to happen? Don't talk about it."

"Hundred Stories are over, I'm also relieved, I've had enough soaking in the hot springs, I'm going to wash up and go to sleep!"

"I'm still a little hungry, I'll get something to eat later..."

The nervousness was gone, and everyone quickly laughed again.

Although it was getting dark, they didn't disband immediately. They watched the fish in the nearby fishing hall in twos and threes, or played cards in the nearby chess and card room, played basketball and watched movies together.

Ruan Jiao and Zong Suizhong didn't have much interest in those things, they just went for a walk on the nearby gravel road as usual, Bo Yang had been baptized by a hundred ghost stories, and had already returned to the room accompanied by Mu Zhe, Cui Yichang and Lu Yingcui went for a walk, Yan Rui thought about it, and found a relatively familiar classmate to play.

The evening time passed quickly, and around nine or ten o'clock, young people went back to their rooms one after another, ready to rest, recharge their batteries, and climb the mountain tomorrow morning.

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After returning to the room, Ruan Jiao closed the door.

At this moment, the originally small room seemed to suddenly become extremely small, and the ascetic young man standing by the bed was obviously a very familiar and accustomed person, but suddenly seemed to have a particularly high sense of presence.

Ruan Jiao couldn't help being stunned.

Unlike in the senior's villa, there are hired cleaners and cooks, although they don't appear very often, they do exist.Moreover, the villa is very large and there are many rooms, even if they are adjacent to each other, they are not counted as living together.

But this time it was different.

Ruan Jiao looked at the two beds that were not far apart, and suddenly had a clear understanding in his mind - tonight, he was going to live with the senior, even the beds were very close, and he could see the senior when he turned over Asleep?

After a while, Ruan Jiao remembered that he had actually been lying on the same bed with the senior, but at that time all he was thinking about was pulling out the senior's soul, opening the yin and yang eyes for the senior, and after he was done, he would They didn't really sleep together, it wasn't like now, I just felt a little uncomfortable all of a sudden.

Seeing Ruan Jiao's dazed expression, Zong Suizhong walked over and touched his shoulder.

"Brother Ruan."

Ruan Jiao woke up suddenly with a low voice, and looked at Zong Suizhong.

"Senior?"

Zong Suizhong didn't ask him why he was in a daze suddenly, he just pointed to the bathroom and said, "I'm going to take a shower first."

Ruan Jiao: "Huh? Oh, good."

After Zong Sui finished washing again, Ruan Jiao also went in to take a bath.

There was still rising water vapor in the bathroom, and it seemed that the familiar youthful atmosphere was still lingering, which made Ruan Jiao's face a little hot.He shook his head, turned on the shower to give himself a quick rinse, took a combat shower, and stepped out in his bathrobe.

Zong Sui raised his head again, and saw the elementary school boy with dripping black hair and slightly flushed skin.