In fact, few people will recite the original text of "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio".

However, when Li Suijiu was studying ancient literature, he read the original text of "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" dozens of times. Although he did not deliberately recite it, he was able to basically restore it with his solid skills.

Considering that the spread of [classical Chinese] is not as direct as that of [vernacular], I casually added notes on some keywords.

This can be regarded as a habit developed when studying ancient literature.

In ancient times, this kind of behavior was called "annotation and interpretation". For example, the original version of "The Analects" sold for five cents on the street, but after being annotated by a certain great scholar, it would become a highly sought-after rare commodity.

So, after spending nearly two hours, the classic Liaozhai story "Nie Xiaoqian" was completed.

"Hoo!"

Take a breath.

Li Suijiu put down his pen, moved his hands and feet, and looked out the window.

Before I knew it, the sky had darkened.

The last touch of sunset still lingers stubbornly in the world.

If nothing else, in a while, the purple moon, which represents the resurrection of demons and ghosts, will rise.

Li Suijiu thought about the experience of Zhao Si knocking on the door last night.

Although Zhao Si probably didn't dare to come again, he still couldn't solve it on the spot, so there is nothing wrong with taking some necessary precautions.

He deeply understands that the world is not as safe as imagined at night.

So, I got up and walked to the kitchen, placing the article "Nie Xiaoqian" casually on the desk, letting the cool breeze of dusk slowly lick it dry.

“It’s more comfortable to hold a woodcutter!”

Out of the study.

Li Suijiu arrived in the yard.

The black cat curled up on the ground lost its warmth and soon opened its eyes, a pair of golden eyes radiating bright light.

Compared with the daytime, it is obviously much brighter.

It looked at Li Suijiu who had already walked into the yard, and instinctively wanted to follow him, but suddenly turned back and looked at a few pieces of yellow straw paper placed on the desk.

"Meow~"

The black cat became excited.

He yelled, jumped slightly, and jumped onto the desk.

A pair of golden eyes blinked and began to read the contents on the yellow straw paper.

When I first read it, it was probably just out of interest. I thought the writing was brilliant and the story interesting. But as a name jumped out, the black cat’s golden eyes widened in vain.

Then, the black cat was no longer as lazy as before.

Carefully read the story on the yellow grass paper, and the further down you read... its expressions become richer.

From fear to confusion, then from confusion to surprise, and gradually, the surprise turned into sadness.

As if he was infected by this Nie Xiaoqian story, and as if he understood some truth, the black cat kept spinning around the yellow straw paper, spinning faster and faster, making a whimpering sound.

Like a girl crying!

……

And at the same time.

In a dark corner not far from Huaijin Thatched Cottage.

Bi Twelve is carefully holding the paper man in front of him.

The fluttering skirt, the sweet smile, although the face looks a little pale due to the paper, but the appearance is indeed rare and exquisite.

But, he always feels that something is not right?

"Tong Xiaotang, are you sure this thing can really fascinate Li Huaijin?"

"Are you doubting my expertise?" Tong Xiaotang jumped out from behind the paper man with his hands on his hips: "Didn't you see the shopkeeper was frightened by me in the morning?"

Bi Twelve was a little speechless.

Ji Qingzhu was indeed frightened by Tong Xiaotang in the morning and almost sat on the ground.

Even Bi Twelve saw Ji Qingzhu showing such an expression for the first time. As for the consequences... Tong Xiaotang's butt blossomed.

"You have committed meritorious deeds this time. According to the shopkeeper's plan, we must first control Li Huaijin, so as to ensure that the ghost hunt can go smoothly!"

After Bi Twelve finished speaking, he added: "This Miss Nie Mansion has been engaged to Li Huaijin after all. There is no guarantee that Li Huaijin will not be deceived by her and step forward to protect her!"

"So, I made a special trip to Nie's Mansion in the morning!" Tong Xiaotang said, taking out a scroll: "Look, this is the portrait of Miss Nie's Mansion."

The scroll unfolded, and what was drawn inside was a twelve-year-old girl.

Slim, pretty and cute.

Both in temperament and appearance, they are almost exactly the same as the paper man in front of me.

"How is it? Does it look like it?"

"It's indeed very similar!" Bi Twelve was convinced.

"The shopkeeper also said that it's best not to take action before you find out Li Huaijin's true strength." Tong Xiaotang said proudly: "That's why I came up with such a clever plan."

"There won't be any trouble?"

"Absolutely not!"

"What do you want to do?"

"Before Miss Nie's family appears, I will let the paper man charm Li Huaijin. When Miss Nie's family appears again, it will be clear what is true and what is false."

"Then what?"

"Then, we rushed out together and exposed the identity of Miss Nie's ghost on the spot." Tong Xiaotang was full of confidence: "Only in front of Li Huaijin can we subdue Miss Nie's house and let him watch Miss Nie's house turn into a puddle.

Black water, only in this way can we awaken the [person in the dream]!"

"Isn't it too cruel?" Bi Twelve licked his lips: "Then do it like this!"

"Hey!" Tong Xiaotang smiled sinisterly.

……

Inside Huaijin Thatched Cottage.

Li Suijiu, who crossed the yard and re-entered the kitchen, did not notice anything strange about the black cat.

After he entered the kitchen, he immediately retrieved the woodcutter. After attaching the woodcutter to the belt on his lower back, he looked at the charcoal ash remaining in the earthen stove after the burning.<

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"Hey, I almost forgot about this big killer."

Fill the cuffs first!

In green shirts of this era, the pockets were always in the cuffs.

Li Suijiu put a handful of charcoal ash in his cuffs, and after thinking about it, he put two more handfuls in, so that he felt a little safer.

Once you are prepared, you will feel better.

Walking back into the yard again, I naturally started humming a song.

"You really want to escape, but you can't... I'll hold you, even if it's only for a second..."

As I was singing, I heard a noise coming from the courtyard next door.

Turning around, I saw the skinny Uncle Meng coming out with a footbath in his arms.

Most likely they came out to pour water for washing feet.

Naturally, Uncle Meng also noticed Li Suijiu and grinned, as if he was thinking about being teased by Li Suijiu yesterday morning.

So, Meng Bo began to greet Li Suijiu.

"Hey, Li Xiucai is humming a tune."

"Yes, Uncle Meng is pouring water for auntie's feet, right?" Li Suijiu replied with a smile.

"Ahem!" Uncle Meng coughed twice: "Li Xiucai is in a good mood, but it's going to be dark today. If you sing some music in the courtyard, be careful to attract ghosts!"

"Ghosts like to listen to music?" Li Suijiu was very interested.

"Yes." Meng Bo said, with a gloomy look on his face: "There are the most ghosts in the Goulan tiles. Those ghosts were actors when they were alive, and they like to listen to people singing songs the most."

"What should I do if I see a ghost?" Li Suijiu asked again.

"Hey, you've asked the right person about this." Uncle Meng put away his sinister smile: "After seeing a ghost, you must remember not to panic. As long as you don't look at her or listen to her words, she won't be able to harm you.

You."

"Thank you, Uncle Meng, for your advice."

"No need to be polite." Uncle Meng had a sense of accomplishment. Looking at Li Suijiu's worried look, he felt a little proud that he had achieved his goal, so he continued: "Old man, I have lived longer. See you.

Of course there are more ghosts, but old man, I am very courageous and have never been afraid of these!"

After saying that, he ran to the corner of the courtyard to prepare the water for washing his feet.

However, before the foot-washing water could be poured, a twelve-year-old girl in a skirt floated out of a corner leisurely, as if she had no feet.

Let’s look at the appearance.

The face is as white as paper, the lips are red, and the whole body is ghostly.

"Ghost... ghost... there is a ghost!!!!"

Frightened, Meng Bo's foot-washing water poured down on his head.
Chapter completed!