Chapter 125 [The real horror legend of Qinghe Town] (13)
In the space of the hanging flower gate, the corners of He Sheng's mouth twitched.
Good guy, I just felt like I stood up, Qinghe Town is definitely the first. After a few days of losing his prestige, he met the mother and son, who beat him awake severely.
"No, Chuihuamen, you have a grudge against me, right?" The real world is full of beauty, and you can kill whoever you want while wearing a vest. Unless you can't beat him, revenge won't last overnight.
As a result, you can always do something interesting once you enter the dungeon.
"It's your uncle's."
He couldn't hold it back and finally choked out a curse word.
“Forget it, I’ll go and inquire first.”
Every citizen in the dungeon has independent wisdom and must know some rumors about Suolongjing. Maybe I can get some information from their mouths.
After saying that, he turned around again and pushed the door open.
"Shaobing~Shaobing~~~"
"River fish, fresh river fish, just fished out from the Qinghe River in the morning."
"Rouge gouache, Zheng Ba Jing'er came from the southern county "
On the bustling streets, the sounds of vendors on both sides can still be heard.
"Uncle, don't you take a look at fortune telling, fortune telling, and calligraphy?"
"Old Zhang."
He walked to the stall and dropped a piece of broken silver, which could be worth about two and a half.
"Hey?!"
Fortune teller Zhang's eyes suddenly lit up, and with lightning speed, he took away his right hand with a swipe. The person involved was dumbfounded by the extremely fast speed of his shot. .
Good guy, I didn’t expect that Zhang is a master. If he learns hidden weapons, he can at least dominate Qinghe.
"Uncle, what do you want to count? Wealth? Marriage? Or?" Gan Sheng interrupted with a wave of his hand before the fortune teller Zhang could finish his words.
“Let me ask, what’s going on with the well at the east end of the town that has a huge boulder under it and a big iron chain tied to it?”
“Ouch!”
Fortune teller Zhang heard this, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he lowered his voice.
"Uncle, don't dare to talk nonsense. Keep your voice down, keep your voice down." After he finished speaking, he looked around. He seemed to be afraid of others hearing the question just now.
"I advise you not to go to that place. When you passed by, did you see anyone wandering around? That's a forbidden area in Qinghe Town."
After saying that, he picked up the cold food on the stall. He took a sip of tea and continued.
“Twenty years ago, we in Qinghe had a famous scholar. He took part in the imperial examination, passed the exams all the way, and finally became the second-class Jinshi. Then, he was spotted by the daughter of a high official in the court.
But the problem is that he had already married and had a wife and a son. When the wife of Jinshi heard about this, she couldn't think about it and threw herself into a well with her five-year-old baby in her arms. "
At this point, the fortune teller Zhang. The body is shaking a little.
"After seven days, people passing by the well at night heard bursts of women crying and babies shouting from the bottom of the well. Some people did not believe in evil and went to explore at night.
Those who were brave The people never appeared again and disappeared. From then on, people in the town preferred to take detours at night except during the day.
For three months, there was no one during the day. People passed by and disappeared. Even some residents nearby could hear bursts of crying coming from the well in the clear sky.
The neighbors were so scared that they didn't even want to live in the house and ran to the edge of the town to start again. A house was built. Soon, it was said that a group of people came from the capital. "
When he said this, the fortune teller suddenly became excited and trembled even more.
"Let me tell you, I have never left Qinghe Town since I was a child. That was the first time I saw a so-called noble man!! Hundreds of armored men and spears, you can tell at a glance that they are soldiers of the Tiger and Wolf Division, protecting With a car, a car." Lao Zhang was a little anxious and couldn't find a suitable adjective.
“Priceless?”
“Yes!”
Fortune teller Zhang clapped his hands and finally let out the breath he had held in his chest.
"I have never seen such an expensive carriage in my life. The body is inlaid with various jade stones. Unfortunately, I don't recognize them, but they must be extremely expensive. Especially the roof. If I am not mistaken, it must be made of gold.
< br>Yes Well, I don’t know what kind of horse it was. The horse had scales all over its body, its eyes were red, and its mouth was full of sharp teeth. The stray dogs on the street were frightened to death when they saw it. < br>
Unfortunately, I didn’t see who was sitting in the carriage. When the soldiers arrived at the east of the town, they blocked the surrounding area and no one was allowed to watch.
For about three days, the soldiers arrived. Escape. From then on, there were huge rocks and chains engraved with ghost symbols. From that day on, there was no more crying. "
When He Sheng thought that the matter was over, fortune telling. Zhang continued.
"You thought it was over? No! The well was suppressed by huge rocks and locked with iron chains. It was indeed peaceful for ten years. However, on the tenth year, it started to act like a monster again.
No matter morning or evening, as long as someone passes by the well , will inevitably disappear. Some timid people began to sell their belongings and prepare to run to other towns.
Old Zhang, I am also planning to sell my house at a low price and plan to make a living elsewhere.”
“The priceless carriage is here again?”
Zhang Zheng, who was talking about fortune telling, was in high spirits, and seemed a little unhappy to be interrupted suddenly.
"Uncle, please don't interrupt. It makes me a little emotionally incoherent."
"You say, you say."
Lao Zhang brewed for a while, and his emotions returned.
"As a result, the one who came is one"
Just after saying six words, He Sheng interrupted again.
"The roof of a car is made of colored glaze, and the colored glaze is engraved with blood-colored tadpole characters. Wind chimes hang from the four corners of the colored glaze roof, which makes a sweet sound as the car body shakes.
The color of the car body is different from the colored glaze roof. It is completely black and looks incongruous. And, like an ordinary carriage, it has four wheels.
The ones responsible for pulling the carriage are not scaly exotic horses, but two horses. It looks like an ordinary long-haired horse. Although the horse will not scare the stray dogs to death, it can scare the piss.
The forty-nine people protecting the carriage are two meters tall and have arms as thick as ordinary people's thighs. , a sword-wielding guard wearing armor. There is a flag on the carriage, and the text on the flag is [King]."
With Gan Sheng's words, the fortune teller opened his mouth wide. A look of disbelief.
"No, uncle, you can also tell fortunes?"
Lao Zhang slapped himself in the mouth. He originally relied on fortune telling, so he didn't know whether it was true or false. Immediately, he spoke again.
"Uncle, you specified that you are from Qinghe Town. Otherwise, how could you describe it as if you had witnessed it with your own eyes. I can't even remember some of the details."
After that, A determined expression.
"No, why did you come here to entertain me when you have nothing to do? Of course, I don't blame you." It's not that Fortune Teller Zhang has no temper, it's just that he spends a lot of money. He spent more than three taels of silver at a time, which is almost a family of five. House, one-tenth of the consumption for the whole year.
There are as many such pastimes as you want.
"I am neither a fortune teller nor a fortune teller, nor am I from Qinghe Town. Rather, I have witnessed it with my own eyes." The man surnamed He raised his hand and pointed to the street, and Lao Zhang looked in the direction he pointed.
A carriage with incongruous colors was being escorted by a group of fierce warriors.
"The ten-year deadline is up?"
(End of this chapter)