Turbulent Times Chapter 477: Burst

Wang Junlin and Jing Tian purposely stopped outside several fences for a while. Along the way, there were singers, actors, storytellers, and even some who swallowed swords in their mouths and smashed boulders in their chests.

Although it is still daytime, there are quite a few people gathered here, so it is a good place to pass the time.

Finally, the three of them came to the Gou Lan where the little girl named Zheng Shuyi was. Look inside.

Compared to other bars, this place is extremely crowded. Zheng Shuyi's grandfather, Mr. Zheng, is sitting on the stage, with a serious face and a different hoarse voice than before.

"The female ghost said to Ning Caichen: I have met many people, but there is no one as upright as you. You have the character of a sage, and I dare not deceive you. My name is Nie Xiaoqian, eighteen years old He died of illness and was buried next to this temple. Unfortunately, he was threatened by monsters and did a lot of despicable deeds. I used my appearance to confuse others, which was not what I wanted to do. Now there is no one in this temple to kill. Ghost Yasha is likely to come to kill you..."

Old man Zheng's voice was gloomy, and while he was telling the story, he could still make a strange sound that made the hair stand on end. Some audience members looked excited, and some people's faces were pale, but their eyes were still fixed on the old man. Not willing to move away for a moment. Compared with the storytelling stories they have heard before, "A Chinese Ghost Story" is really interesting and exciting.

Hearing the excitement, seeing that old man Zheng stopped talking, he took out copper coins and threw them on the stage, urging loudly.

"Hey, Brother Wang, did I lie to you?" A certain man in the crowd looked at the pale man beside him and said with a smile.

The man looked back at him, his voice trembling, and said: "I believe it, **** it, can you not believe it..."

At first, after his companion told him the story of "A Chinese Ghost Story", he didn't even dare to go to the latrine at night. He didn't believe it at the time, thinking that this guy was either too timid or too exaggerated. After all, he himself These regular customers of Goulan have heard many stories, but they have never heard of any one that can scare people like this.

I was dragged here by my companions today, and I felt disdainful in my heart. However, when I came here, I found that all the seats were occupied, and there was no place to stand in front. I was surprised and believed it a bit.

Even the most lively Goulan, there has never been such a hot scene.

Although the crowd was bustling, when old man Zheng opened his mouth, needles could be heard in the whole fence, and everyone held their breath. If someone made a little noise, they would be immediately condemned by others.

Even just now he saw a hiccupping man who was thrown out by two men holding his arms...

He had never seen such a scene before, and he began to believe in his companion's words.

As the old man Zheng slowly explained, he no longer had the heart to doubt his companion.

It is not a clichéd story about a gifted scholar and a beautiful lady, but novel and interlocking.

In particular, this old man is indeed an excellent storyteller, as his granddaughter said, and his description of the plot of the story is so detailed and vivid. The guy also screamed twice from time to time, making the hairs all over his body stand on end.

Although there is fear in his heart, he also has a different kind of pleasure, which makes him want to continue listening.

Wang Junlin, Nie Xiaoyu, and Jing Tian stood outside, amazed in their hearts, this old man is indeed a professional storyteller, whether it is creating a terrifying atmosphere or that magical ventriloquism, ordinary people cannot do it .

At this time, the story had reached a climax. Old man Zheng stopped abruptly as expected, and said something similar to "If you want to know what will happen next, let's listen to the next chapter to break it down." No one in the audience responded. When he came, he ran away.

"What do you mean?"

"It's gone!"

"Playing this again, I have listened to this passage three times, and I want to know what happened next!"

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The silence of the crowd didn't last long before it erupted like a volcano, and even the other bars were affected. Some actors and singers were playing and singing, their voices were suppressed, and they could only watch the guests leave one after another. Walking towards the Goulan here, they couldn't help showing expressions of grief and indignation on their faces.

Yesterday and today are already the third time they have been robbed of their business...

Too much bullying, too much bullying!

At this moment, old man Zheng hid behind the stage with a helpless expression on his face.

He also wanted to know what happened next, but that benefactor only told his granddaughter this paragraph!

After listening to the story told by his granddaughter the day before yesterday, he had the attitude of giving it a try, so he tried to tell the story of "A Chinese Ghost Story" the day before yesterday, but he didn't expect that there would be more people every time, and it was even more crowded this morning. With so many people coming, he was also unable to get off.

Although he has earned a lot of money, if he comes to such a show next time, his old bones will be dismantled by the storyteller and customer...

While the girl named Zheng Shuyi was excited about the business boom, she was also worried about her grandfather, because she didn't know when the benefactor would come again, and she didn't know where he lived.

Frowning and sighing, she brought a cup of tea to a guest's table and put it down. She raised her head, was stunned for a moment, and after a closer look, she was ecstatic and ran towards a certain direction.

"Engong, you are here, can you tell me the story behind "A Chinese Ghost Story" again." Zheng Shuyi trotted to Wang Junlin and the three of them, looking at Wang Junlin, her big eyes showed anticipation.

After the young master left yesterday, she told the story to grandpa. After the grandpa tried to tell it, in less than a quarter of an hour, the rewards thrown by the guests covered the entire hook for a full day. The progress has been made.

It's a pity that the story is only halfway through. Grandpa Sun stopped abruptly at the wonderful place, and those guests returned disappointed. In the following story, in a short period of time, they no longer have to worry about livelihood issues.

After all, for ordinary actors and actresses like them, rewards are actually the only way to survive, unlike those famous actors who are often invited by those dignitaries to perform, and they often get rich rewards.

"Miss Shuyi, go and call your grandfather and the person in charge here, we are here today to give you stories." Wang Junlin said with a smile.