"There is something in the Classic of Mountains and Seas..."

“A hundred miles of westward water will lead to mountains that look out to you.”

"There is a beast in the mountain, and its name is."

Late autumn night, inside the Shoufu Building.

The storyteller wore a gray gown, pressed his hand on the wake-up wood, flicked the folding fan, and opened it.

"The Classic of Mountains and Seas! We have all heard of it. It is a treasure of ancient books left to us by our ancestors!"

The storyteller recited sonorously: "Today, let's talk about a short story from the Classic of Mountains and Seas!"

"Bah!" Xingmu slapped, and the storyteller waved his folding fan, reciting the skills carefully.

"There is a beast called "Wingwang Mountain" that can make a hundred different sounds."

"Our story is related to this beast!"

"It is said that there is a huge treasure hidden on Yiwang Mountain."

There are countless gold and jade, and treasures are dazzling. Throughout the ages, there are countless treasure hunters. It is a pity...

They are all... there is no return.

"Only because of the beast on the mountain!"

The beast is cruel, burdened with all kinds of evil, imprisoned in the wings, and sitting on treasures.

It is the evil spirit of Yiwang, which likes to eat human flesh. It often changes its shape and voice to lure passers-by up the mountain.

The storyteller raised his folding fan high, then lowered it hard, making two tapping movements, and kept saying: "Once passers-by go up the mountain, then..."

Crack their skulls.

Dig out their brains.

Suck their flesh and blood.

Listen to their wails.

Finally their bones...

One, section, section was broken into pieces and polished into beads...

"This evil habit is different from ordinary people. It polishes human bones into beads, wears them on the wrists, and makes bone chains!"

"The surrounding people are miserable and fearful, and they spend every day in fear."

"After this..."

The restaurant has three floors, with rough eaves and dignified atmosphere.

The seats are full of diners and diners, either with friends or in small groups.

Put on a cloisonné copper hot pot, the cooked mutton is floating in the clear soup, and it is scooped out and covered with sesame sauce, and then sip a cup of Erguotou wine. It really can't be more satisfying.

There was only one lone diner sitting in front of table No. 44 by the window.

Some people often say that there is nothing more lonely than eating hot pot alone...

Especially when facing the hot mutton-boiled meat, it seems so lonely and lonely no matter how boiling the water is.

The single young man did not move his chopsticks.

In a restaurant at night, I wore a pair of dark sunglasses and listened intently to the story.

The listeners couldn't help but feel curious when they saw that the storyteller was telling a story.

"later?"

"What happened next?"

"How is it?"

"later!"

The storyteller said: "Later, because the people were suffering so much, someone finally went up the mountain to kill the evil spirits and eliminate harm for the people."

"This man is very famous. According to legend, he is a descendant of Wu Qi."

The Book of Mountains and Seas once recorded the Wuqi Kingdom.

Its people do not eat, do not drink, are sterile, and do not die.

When the time comes for the people of Qi State, they can be buried in the earth and their hearts will not rot. After one hundred and twenty years, they can emerge from the earth and be reborn.

Week after week, endless life, eternal life!

"When Wu Qi went up the mountain, the beast was furious, and the two fought for a long time."

Wu Qi is loyal and upright, while the beast is cunning and cunning.

Wu Qi was finally defeated by the beast and was trapped in Wingwang Mountain by its design.

The audience sighed, but the storyteller had already continued.

The demon knows that Wu Qi is an immortal body and cannot put Wu Qi to death, so he hatches a plan!

After tormenting Wu Qi in every possible way, he dug out a pair of Wu Qi's eyes alive and strung them on a bone bracelet as a trophy to show off...

"What happens after that?"

The listeners saw that the storyteller had stopped again and couldn't help but urge him.

"Crack!"

Take three striking beats to suppress the noisy sound.

The storyteller opened the folding fan: "After this..."

Yiwang Mountain suddenly turned into dust overnight.

The entire mountain, along with the treasures on the mountain, suddenly disappeared, as if it had never existed.

The surrounding people have never seen the beast that slaughters living creatures, nor have they seen the immortal Wu Qi.

"perhaps--"

The storyteller stretched out his voice and sighed with emotion: "Perhaps... Wu Qi couldn't bear the torture and died together with the evil spirit. It's unknown..."

The old people passed down word of mouth that it was on the night when Yiwang Mountain disappeared out of thin air...

The sky rained heavily, like weeping and complaining, and the rolling thunder whipped up the strong wind, pushing one wave after another, raging endless sadness.

In the midst of the storm, a vague word came over and over again...

——If there is an afterlife, it will be different from being a businessman... and we will never see each other again.

The dead trees in late autumn cast jagged moon shadows.

The misty moonlight shines in front of table No. 44 by the window.

Single men behind sunglasses...
Chapter completed!