"Shuten Doji, whose real name is Miyamoto Kazuki, is a handsome man who is well-known in the Beihai area. He is famous and comes here every day, and countless women woo him."
"Later, Ichiki Miyamoto couldn't bear the disturbance, so he became a monk and became a monk in a temple in the mountains. However, the fragrance of wine is not afraid of the depth of the alley. Even though he became a monk, his otherworldly temperament and astonishing celestial beings His appearance still cannot be concealed."
"It didn't take long before a female pilgrim was deeply attracted by Kazuki Miyamoto's beauty. She secretly admired Kazuki Miyamoto's beauty every day while offering incense and listening to Buddhist scriptures."
"Finally one day, the female pilgrim couldn't hold it any longer. While Miyamoto Kazuki came down the mountain to beg for alms, she drugged his food, and the two slept together."
"After Miyamoto Kazuki woke up, he was filled with regrets and ran back to the temple. He could not leave the temple and could not see anyone. The female pilgrim became lovesick and died of the illness not long after."
"However, because she missed Miyamoto Kazuki too much, the resentment after her death haunted Miyamoto Kazuki. As time went by, Miyamoto Kazuki became a human being and a ghost under the entanglement of resentment. Ghost monster.”
"It is said that after Miyamoto Kazuki turned into a monster, he lived in seclusion in the mountains, brewing the essence and blood of living people into fine wine, and used it to anesthetize himself every day, so he was called Shuten Doji."
Snap, snap, snap...
After finishing the eight-character nonsense, Yami was the first to applaud.
"Unable to love, and love to hate, it is indeed a very sad story. Uncle Yamamoto, you can waive the bill today."
"Thank you, Miss Yami!"
When the mustache heard this, he couldn't help being happy. He picked up the wine bottle and took a big sip.
"Brother Akagi, it's your turn now."
After a pause, Yami pointed at the middle-aged homeless man with a Chinese character in the middle and said.
"Miss Masami, what I want to tell you today is the story of the snow girl."
"The Snow Girl is a spirit that lives in the deep mountains. She has fair skin and is as beautiful as a fairy. She is like a fairy walking out of a painting. Any man who takes one look at her will be attracted by her peerless appearance."
"Whenever heavy snow falls, the snow girl will sing a sad song, attracting passers-by to check it out. But once those people see the snow girl, they can't walk."
"At this time, the snow girl will take off her clothes and kiss the pedestrians. While the pedestrians are intoxicated, the snow girl will absorb their souls to help her grow, and the pedestrian's body will be frozen into an ice sculpture. Buried forever in the deep mountains and snowy valleys.”
After listening to Akagi's story, Yami nodded and smiled.
"Yes, Yuki-onna is so smart. She takes advantage of men's weaknesses to grow up. It's really admirable."
"Brother Akagi, you can also get free of charge today."
After finishing speaking, Yami pointed to the last young homeless man.
"Jun Hatoyama, let me tell you your story."
"Yes, Miss Yami.",
Hatoyama stood up and said respectfully.
"The story I'm going to tell you today is very simple. It's called Tang Umbrella Monk."
"As you all know, we in the East are called the country of thousands of monsters. There are countless kinds of monsters. Among them, there is a big category called Fusangshen."
"This mainly refers to the fact that some artifacts are placed in a specific place. After a hundred years of baptism, they absorb the essence of heaven and earth, accumulate resentment, or feel the Buddha nature and spiritual power, and then obtain their souls and turn into monsters."
"The Tang Umbrella Monk is a spirit transformed from an oil-paper umbrella that has been left for a hundred years. It is said that it has one eye and one foot. Once it sees a living person, it will stick out its tongue. The living person will be unable to move at this time and will be slaughtered by it. .”
After listening to Hatoyama's story, Masami nodded with satisfaction.
"Yes, the strange knowledge has been added again, Mr. Hatoyama, you can enjoy free food today."
"Thank you, Miss Yami!"
Hatoyama said respectfully, then sat back at the wine table and started eating and drinking.
"Sir, it's your turn now."
Yamei walked up to me with her hands behind her back and looked at me with her big beautiful eyes.
"No problem, my story will be presented to you right away."
I said with confidence.
The stories just mentioned are all short and concise. Although exciting, they are nothing special. For me, who has witnessed countless bizarre events, telling a horror story is not difficult.
"My story is relatively short, but when I finish telling it, if you think about it carefully, you will definitely feel your scalp tingling."
When I said this, not only Yami, but also the other three homeless people came over, wanting to hear what kind of ghost story I would tell.
"Last night, I was lying in bed, feeling very bored, so I started guessing in front of the mirror. As a result, I won."
After saying these words, I kept silent.
The three tramps looked at each other and shuddered at the same time.
"The mirror looks different from what you see?"
"I know, the thing in the mirror must be a ghost!"
"It's really scary to think about it. Although this story is short, the more I think about it, the more scared I am!"
Although Yami didn't marvel like the three homeless people, her eyes shone and she looked very interested.
"That's right, that's right. Your story is completely different from what I've heard before. It gives me a chill down my back."
"The only drawback is that this story is too short. Do you have any similar stories? Let me tell you a few more."
I smiled lightly: "No problem, I have plenty of such stories."
"When I woke up in the morning and turned on my phone, I found a photo of me sleeping, but I obviously live alone..."
"As soon as I got home from get off work, I saw my wife holding the child and sitting on the sofa looking at me. I couldn't tell whether it was scarier to see my dead wife holding the dead child with my own eyes, or whether someone had arranged them in person. It’s even scarier when it looks like this!”
"..."
I kept telling ghost stories, and when I got to the sixth one, the three homeless people were already sweating.
"You, stop talking!"
The mustache waved his hands and said, "The more I listen, the more scared I become. If you keep talking, I won't dare to go out today!"
"Yes, yes, my friend, your story is so terrifying, it really makes people's heads tingle!"
"Brother, today is so enjoyable. I really hope I can hear your ghost stories every day!"
The other two homeless people also praised me without hesitation.
I smiled and cupped my hands, then looked at Yami.
"Miss Yamei, I wonder if the story I told you can catch your eye?"
Yami glanced at me and said, "Your story is unique. It's as good as the three of them. Of course it works."
"You told six stories, and I now announce that starting from today, you can come to my place to eat for six consecutive days, all for free!"
