If you can't eat grass, you will be eaten

Everyone felt a chill when they heard the sad ending, and the lively atmosphere completely cooled down.But the young man who repeatedly interrupted before was not greatly affected, and actively started his own ghost story.

So one by one everyone told ghost stories, and no one noticed that the bright campfire gradually dimmed until it disappeared completely.When everyone reacted, they found that they could only rely on the faint light of the moon above their heads to see things.

An elder said: "The bonfire has been burned out, and the time is almost up. One more story at most, and we should go back."

Everyone agreed, so this elder told the last ghost story.

"What I want to tell is the story of the great hero and the ghost of Rashomon, and it also has some charming colors." The elder raised his head slowly, "One evening, the great hero went home alone and walked to a bridge. Suddenly, I saw a beautiful woman wandering around. After asking, I found out that she had just come here to join relatives, but because she was not familiar with the place, so he hesitated. Seeing that it was getting late, the hero helped the woman to the horse, The two ride together, and the big hero takes the big beauty to find her relatives."

"Are the two of you talking to each other?" A young woman asked with a blushing face, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

The old man also smiled slightly: "Don't forget, this is a ghost story. The beautiful woman suddenly opened her red lips and said softly: "The concubine's mansion is actually located outside the capital." The hero naturally asked: "Dare to ask?" Where does the lady live?'”

"So the situation suddenly reversed. The big beauty suddenly grew taller and turned into a vicious ghost. Then she grabbed the hero's bun and jumped into the darkness, trying to kill the big hero. Maybe the monster didn't expect it. The hero happened to have a famous knife "Higakiri" hanging on his waist. This sharp knife is the most powerful against demons and ghosts.The monster was caught off guard and his arm was chopped off..."

The little deer man was startled, he seemed to have heard this story before, and before he could think about where the familiarity came from, he had already seen Ibaraki beside him.Although Ibaraki used a trick to deceive his eyes and his arms were intact in the eyes of everyone, Xiaoluo knew what the real Ibaraki looked like.

Seeing that Ibaraki lowered his head, his expression was unclear, he was startled suddenly, and before he had time to react, he immediately interrupted the old man's words: "Hahaha, this story is over, I just thought of a ghost story."

After speaking, without giving others a chance to stop him, he quickly said: "Hungry ghost! What I want to tell is the story of a hungry ghost! Due to some crimes committed in his previous life, he fell into the realm of hungry ghosts, and he kept talking every day. Said, very hungry, very hungry. He kept looking for food all the time. Because his mouth was too small, he couldn’t eat.”

"Their mouths are small, but their stomachs are big. Don't think they are full because their stomachs are too big. It's because of malnutrition that causes their stomachs to swell. In fact, they are very hungry!"

The little deer man quickly finished a dry ghost story.Everyone couldn't help complaining that he didn't know why he suddenly interrupted other people's ghost stories.

Almost no one liked the story told by the little deer man, and they all begged the old man to finish the previous story.But the old man waved his hand and said: "Although I don't remember how many stories you have told, there must be at least ninety or so. I can't tell this story anymore. Otherwise, no one can afford it." as a result of."

Although the villagers were not expecting it, they didn't force it, and each of them prepared to go home disappointed.At this time, Jiaotu asked a question: "Why can't everyone continue talking?"

A villager sighed and said: "This is also the custom of our village. There must be no more than one hundred ghost stories. As for the reason, it comes from a legend about Qingxingdeng."

"Legend? What legend?" Yingcao also asked curiously.

Seeing that they were really curious, the young villager gave them science education: "We don't know what Qingxing Deng looks like, but all the legends have different appearances, but they are all very scary ghosts. She is not a human being. It’s the little ghosts from hell, who often wander around the gates of the underworld, turning into people we are familiar with and instigating people to play a game called Hundred Ghost Lantern.”

"What kind of game is the Hundred Ghost Lantern?" There were also villagers who didn't know the legend stayed behind, and they asked.

"Hundred Ghost Lantern is to light 100 white candles, and then everyone tells a strange and terrifying thing they have experienced in turn. After each story is finished, a candle is blown out, and the 100th story is told by the host. When the last candle goes out, all those involved in the game will be taken to hell."

"About this kind of game, there is a saying that 'No.90 can't be told anymore'. People think that something terrible will happen when the candle is blown out after telling the hundredth story. So our village has always told ghosts. The story stops when it gets to the ninety-something. Never more.”

Everyone nodded thoughtfully, but then a villager asked tremblingly, "Did you hear any strange sounds?"

Everyone listened carefully, and found a female voice singing a song with unclear lyrics, getting closer and closer to them.For some reason, everyone's hairs stood on end, and everyone felt the danger!

The sound got closer and closer, and finally they heard the lyrics clearly.

"I am waiting for the hundredth story...

Three rivers draw souls

Light the faint green light

How deep is the long alley

Xiao Xiao is covered with snow

Asking every night

Visit Qianqianqianqianqiancheng

dream past life past life

Empty Forget Seven Sins

Shen A Bi hell deep

glitzy world of mortals

Mask mottled varnish Zhumen

Bewildered and extinguished ninety-nine green lights"

Everyone's hair stood on end, remembering the legend about Qingxing Lantern that they had just heard.It can't be unlucky that it's the hundredth ghost story, right?

A female voice suddenly rang in my ears: "Will you be the hundredth?"

Everyone was caught off guard and fell into darkness.