"Ouch! Come right away! Come right away!" Hearing this, the waiter, who was writing tea books on other tables, showed a look of surprise at first, then picked up two teacups, lifted the teapot, and turned towards Gu Ning'an and the others. The table walked quickly.
After putting down the teacup, the waiter did not rush to pour water, but reminded in a low voice: "Two guests, this position sounds effective, but it is also a little leaky... Are you sure you don't want to change it to the back? "
Zheng De waved his hands with a proud look on his face and said: "If you don't want to change it, the only thing you need is good results!"
Gu Ning'an glanced at Zheng De beside him and just smiled and said, "Please pour me some tea."
"Hey, okay!" the waiter responded, and then quickly poured tea for the two of them, then brought a stack of peanuts and a stack of fennel beans, and placed them on the table: "Two guests, you are so courageous. Man, this is a gift from our store.”
Gu Ning'an nodded: "Thank you very much."
The movement in the front row attracted the attention of many people in the back row.
"Okay, now there are those who refuse to admit defeat and run to find a position... How about we make a bet and see when they will be scared away?"
"Shh! Keep your voices down, do you know who the gentleman in the green shirt is? Are you just blind?"
"Who?"
"Mr. Gu from Ansi Courtyard!"
"My dear mother! Immortals also listen to books! No wonder Zheng De is not afraid of that boy! Sitting at the same table with an immortal, why are you afraid of a bird?"
Although the voices of this group of people were small, they could not help but be heard by Gu Ning'an, who had excellent hearing. Gu Ning'an just laughed at their words.
Not long after, two young men came forward carrying a completely black screen and covered the desk.
Immediately afterwards, the boy outside the store closed the door and the windows on both sides.
In this way, the entire teahouse's light is supplied by a few oil lamps in each corner.
The main hall suddenly became dark, and the surrounding noise suddenly stopped. Except for the heavy breathing of the spectators due to nervousness, no other sound could be heard.
In this regard, Gu Ning'an recognized the teahouse owner's "business experience" from the bottom of her heart.
After all, it is a story about evil spirits. As soon as the doors and windows of the teahouse were closed and the light dimmed, the tense atmosphere suddenly came out.
The dark screen encircled the entire desk. The front row had the fewest oil lamps. If one hadn't known about it in advance, it would have been difficult to notice that there was a screen in front and a desk behind the screen.
The sound of rustling footsteps sounded slowly. It seemed that the storyteller walked out of nowhere, came to sit behind the screen, and these subtle footsteps could not be heard unless he was sitting in the front row facing the screen. .
Snapped!
The striking sound was like thunder, making the spectators tremble.
Huh~huh! The wind blew suddenly, and the oil lamps were swaying!
Boom! Boom!
There were bursts of thunder and the sound of rain followed one after another!
The vivid sounds of wind, rain, thunder and lightning sounded in an orderly manner from behind the screen!
Gu Ning'an picked up the tea cup and took a sip, secretly sighing at the storyteller's superb oral skills.
"Speaking of the old dynasty, there were constant wars and the people were in dire straits!"
"Located in the far west of the old dynasty, there is a dilapidated village. There are only a few dozen households in the village, all of whom are old, weak, sick and disabled."
"On an auspicious day, the only young man and woman in the village got married."
"The man was eight feet tall, with a sallow face and thin muscles, and a red cloth strip covering his eyebrows..."
"The woman was petite, with a dark red hijab covering her head... The guests greeted her, but she just nodded in response. Under the red cloth hijab, no sound came out..."
...
"On the wedding night, the bride is sitting in front of the bed. The groom is nervous and slowly lifts his red hijab..."
"The red hijab fell down, revealing a pair of clear phoenix eyes. Looking down, the straight bridge of the nose was instantly beautiful... However, under the beautiful nose, there was a touch of red lips missing... ..”
Gudu!
The sound of intensive swallowing rang out from the teahouse. When they heard this, many people couldn't help but want to cover their ears and stop listening...
"Madam, are you hungry?" A bowl of rotten flesh and blood appeared in the groom's hand from unknown time: "I waited all day to find the rabbit meat, do you want to try it?"
The bride nodded slightly, then raised her neck, and saw a thin bloody seam spread out between her jaw, gradually cracking, and blood continued to flow out of it...
The groom grabbed a small handful of flesh and blood from the bowl and carefully stuffed it into the cracked blood seam... Gudong, Gudong, the sound of swallowing slowly sounded, and the mouthless bride's throat was beating as she swallowed the smelly meat. flesh......
...
Snapped!
Eye-catching sound!
The oil lamps in the main hall that had been extinguished for some time were relit, and the windows and doors were opened from the outside.
The dark main hall suddenly became bright. I saw people in the back row huddled under the table, some shivering against the wall, and some huddled together to seek a sense of security... All of them had big heads. Sweat, look pale!
Obviously, the story of the formless demon scared them a lot!
The storyteller's screen was removed at some point, and a storyteller with a goatee and a folding fan shook his hand. After looking at the people below, his eyes rested on Gu Ning'an.
"Sir, you don't seem afraid?" The storyteller's voice was ever-changing. When he was telling stories before, his voice was always hoarse, but now this voice is very magnetic, and you can't tell the voice of a middle-aged man at all.
Gu Ning'an clapped his hands and said with a smile: "I'm afraid, but I'm not afraid... But you spoke it very well and made Gu feel like he was actually there."
Regarding Gu Ning'an's response, the storyteller smiled noncommittally. This evil story told people if it didn't scare people, so how could it still be applauded?
"Thank you, sir." The storyteller bowed his head, walked to Gu Ning'an's table and asked, "Can I sit down?"
"Of course you can." Gu Ning'an made a gesture of invitation and said casually: "Sir, this story is really strange. I wonder which book did you get the material from?"
Wow~
The storyteller folded his hand and responded generously: "You may not believe it, but I saw this in my sleep!"
Snap!
When Zheng De, who was picking the peanuts, heard this, he shook his hand and dropped the peanut meat to the ground. He quickly picked up the peanuts and peeled off the skin. He looked at the storyteller and said seriously: "When did you dream?" Arrived?"
The storyteller seemed to think it was not a secret, so he said openly: "I can't remember the exact date, but it should have been two months... After all, I am also living in Gucheng County for this story. After I finished speaking, I saw that the effect was good, so I dared to come out and speak.”
Hearing this, Zheng De looked at Gu Ning'an again. The latter felt his gaze and just stood up with a smile and said: "Gu has something to do, so I won't stay any longer..."
