Inside the door was a scholar in white clothes, holding a candlestick, with a delicate face half-lit by the candlelight.

"This girl, why...are you here?" the scholar asked.

Seeing that he was a gentle man, Luo Yu'er felt relieved and told him his name and the story of his night trip to the mountain.

The scholar in white nodded and said, My surname is Qiu Mingsheng, and I am the only one living near this valley. It is late at night and windy and cold, so please invite the girl to come into my house to rest for a while.

Luo Yu'er was a straight-tempered person, so she thanked him and followed the scholar into the temple gate.

There are no lights in this temple, there are dark corridors all the way, and it is quite quiet.

There are no incense burners, palaces or monks. It doesn't look like a temple, but more like an ordinary house.

What on earth is this place?

Why is it so weird?

Luo Yuer was thinking about it.

A flash of sword light suddenly flashed!

In front of him was a hall with dim candlelight and four people in it.

A man dressed as a military attaché was wielding a broadsword.

On the right, a fat middle-aged wealthy businessman sat with a strange color on his face.

Next to him is a young concubine, wearing a tight-fitting chest-length skirt, charming and alluring.

Beside the wall, there was a middle-aged civil servant, looking at a long painting hanging on the wall with an expressionless face.

Luo Yuer thought to herself: "This is a temple, how come there are so four people here?"

The military attache suddenly shouted loudly and slashed out with his sword!

A head flew out and fell to the ground, revealing a ferocious smile.

Not far away, a stone statue of Maitreya Buddha had its head chopped off.

"Hu'er," said the wealthy businessman, "what do you think of the military master's sword?"

The concubine’s face was pointed and she said with a charming smile:

"The sword of the military master is majestic."

The military attache glanced at the concubine's rising and falling body, sneered, and sheathed the sword:

"You are a woman, what do you know?

I, Chang Meng, the dignified captain of the school, have to stay overnight in such a poor place today, it must be a mistake."

It turns out that these four people are also passers-by tonight.

Luo Yu'er didn't like Chang Meng, a rude and rude person, so she glanced at him.

Chang Meng looked at Luo Yu'er's bright eyes and white teeth, and grinned, revealing a few pointed white teeth.

"Husband," the concubine said to the wealthy businessman, "I heard from Qiusheng that he only has one bedroom in this courtyard. So how can the slave family sleep in this small main hall at night?"

"What do you think?" the wealthy businessman asked.

"I want... to sleep in a wing with him." The concubine pointed at Qiu Sheng and smiled charmingly.

Qiu Sheng quickly lowered his head.

The wealthy businessman smiled coldly: "Easy."

He stretched out his wrinkled hand and touched a black bag at his waist.

Woo...

A voice suddenly came from the dark night outside the house.

It seemed like a woman was crying, very sad.

The rich businessman's hand stopped.

Luo Yuer felt her scalp was a little numb.

"I remembered..."

The concubine suddenly felt a little mysterious and said to the wealthy businessman:

"Husband, before you redeemed me, I lived in the Furong Courtyard at the foot of the mountain. I heard those mountain people and benefactors say..."

"What?" asked the wealthy businessman.

"This mountain is haunted."

The concubine's voice was gloomy.

The rich businessman's face turned a little pale.

He looked at Qiu Sheng and said, "Do you think there is anything haunted in this mountain?"

Chang Meng's knife was half drawn out quietly.

"There are indeed ghosts and ghosts," Qiu Sheng said.

Several people were stunned.

"Where is the ghost?" asked the wealthy businessman.

"It's in this house."

call……

A cold wind blew in, the oil lamp flickered on and off, and a teacup fell to the ground and shattered.

The wealthy businessman's face turned pale, the concubine's eyes narrowed, and Chang Meng's sword was unsheathed.

Luo Yuer's heart skipped a beat.

"Don't be alarmed..."

Under the lamp, Qiu Sheng said: "I haven't finished speaking yet. In fact, this haunting is just a made-up story..."

It turns out that Qiu Sheng's father was a minor official in the Sui Dynasty in his early years.

In order to avoid the war in the late Sui Dynasty, his father resigned from his official position and settled in this valley.

Later, the Tang Dynasty changed. Because his father had been an official in the previous dynasty, he was afraid that someone would come to accuse him, so he had no choice but to think of a way.

I just made up a lie that this valley is "haunted".

The people in the mountains were simple and simple, and once the word spread, it became true. From then on, few people came to the valley, and their family found peace.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long.

Six months ago, Qiu Sheng's parents died one after another, and the only servant in the family ran away from home because he couldn't stand the loneliness.

Now Qiu Sheng is the only one left in this house.

Poor life experience.

Luo Yuer was about to say something to comfort her.

The wealthy businessman suddenly laughed evilly, and his voice echoed in the hall:

"I think there is really a ghost in this house.

This ghost is you."

The wealthy businessman pointed at Qiu Sheng.

Qiu Sheng was stunned: "Master, what did you... say?"

The wealthy businessman looked at Qiu Sheng with a strange expression on his face:

"You from an old house in the mountains, you still scare people with ghost stories. You want to scare us to death so you can take our money, right?"

Isn’t it true that you have something in your heart?”

Qiu Sheng was a little dazed.

The concubine smiled and said, "That's right. Qiu Langjun, you scared the slave family like this. You have to make up for it in the wing tonight..."

Chang Meng pointed his broadsword at Qiu Sheng and also cursed.

Beside the wall, the civil servant was staring at the painting on the wall, as if he didn't hear anything.

Luo Yuer really couldn't stand it anymore.

She said to the three people who were swearing, "Mr. Qiu is kind enough to let you spend the night, how can you talk like this? Where is your conscience?"

"A talkative bitch..."

The wealthy businessman slowly turned his head and stared at Luo Yu'er. His hand reached into the black bag at his waist, and his expression became very strange:

"Do you know who I am, sir..."

"Son of a bitch!"

Suddenly a voice rang out, startling several people.
To be continued...