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date="2021-10-06"

title="46.Chapter 46"

weight="139511"

series = ["The Villainous Classmate is my Lucky Star"]

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So here comes the problem.

There is only one quilt, not enough to sit, what should do?

Wen Yantong was stunned for a while.

Mu Yang came in very rudely at the moment and said, "Brother Xi said that there can be no ghosts in Nian'an Temple, so I brought him here. Wen Yantong, you are responsible for persuading Brother Xi today."

Wen Yantong said, "Why should I be persuaded? I don't even believe that An Temple is really haunted."

Seeing that Chi Jingxi was still standing outside, she immediately said enthusiastically, "Master Xiaohou, come in, it's weirdly cold outside, watch out for the cold."

Since Chi Jingxi was dragged here, he naturally wouldn't turn his head back at the door, so he followed in, and immediately saw Mu Yang squeezed on the quilt. He chuckled, "You have a lot of tricks."

Wen Yantong greeted the two princes again, and turned his head to see that his position was already occupied by Mu Yang. She quickly walked over, "This is my position, you get up."

Mu Yang wrapped Wen Yantong's quilt on his body, "It's my place now."

When Wen Yantong was happy, he stepped forward and pulled his quilt, and Mu Yang pulled her up. It's just that her strength was really inferior to Mu Yang, and she pulled up a lot of her sleeves without moving.

When he was about to do it again, Zhang Jieran stood up and said, "Brother Wen, sit with me, I'll take out another spare quilt."

Zhang Jieran walked in shoes, took out the quilt and spliced ​​it together, but it was still not enough to sit.

Fu Zixian said, "I'll take it too."

Only then did Mu Yang, who had been pretending to be a tortoise, moved and stopped Fu Zixian.

When he said that, he got up and went to the door. Wen Yantong took the opportunity to get back to his position, wrapped in a blanket, and squeezed to the inside.

After a while, the guards brought the quilts and heaters. The originally cold room instantly heated up, and several people were seated on the quilts.

Wen Yantong turned off the light, took a copper wire lamp and placed it in the center, with a soft orange light shining on everyone's face.

Cheng Xiao asked her in confusion, "Why did you turn off the light?"

Wen Yantong said, "You don't understand, only then can there be an atmosphere."

"What atmosphere?" Mu Yang asked.

Wen Yantong did not explain, but waved his hand and said to Zhang Jieran, "You can start talking about what you encountered at Nian'an Temple last year."

Zhang Jieran nodded slightly, "When I came to Nian'an Temple last year, I lived in the Baishenyuan. When the first day fell into the night, I heard the woman's crying, a small voice, intermittently, as if I was right next to me..."

Mu Yang coughed and attracted everyone's attention to him.

"What are you doing?" Wen Yantong asked.

Mu Yang said to Zhang Jieran, "You tell the truth, don't fool around with mystery!"

Zhang Jieran was warned and nodded hurriedly, "I dare not cheat."

Cheng Xin said casually, "You are safe, just listen carefully."

After Mu Yang stopped quarreling, Zhang Jieran continued, "The voice lasted for a long time, so I haven't been sleeping well."

"When did it start?" Wen Yantong said.

"I don't know." Zhang Jieran said, "Nian'an Temple is outside the Chaoge, and the sound of the clock cannot be heard, and there is no time signal in the temple, so I don't know when it started."

He said again, "After stopping for a while, we heard the screaming sound. We went out to watch and saw a classmate sitting on the ground with a scream of ghosts, which attracted many people."

"After the Master came, the crowd slowly dispersed. After that, there were no strange noises. I didn't fall asleep until halfway through Yinshi, and the morning bell rang at Chenshi, so I didn't sleep well on the first day."

After hearing this, several people were silent for a while, and Wen Yantong asked again, "What about the second night?"

"The noise was even worse the next night. It was indeed the cries of children and women, which came faintly. Many people in the Baishenyuan were sleeping unsteadily. Later, there was a cry of crying, mixed with sorrow. Screamed, the master took the students to explore together, and also led to the monks in the temple, but found nothing."

Zhang Jieran said, "I only slept for one hour the next night, and during that time I heard someone knocking on my door, but because I was a little scared at the time, I didn't open the door. So I remember it clearly. Some people claimed to have seen hanging in the temple. Girl, I don’t know if these are true or not."

Mu Yang rubbed his arms, "This happened. Fortunately, I went to Fule Temple last year."

Chi Jingxi pondered for a moment, and then asked, "How did you know that it was Yin Shi when you fell asleep the first night?"

Zhang Jieran hurriedly replied, "I heard the cock crowing, so I vaguely guessed that it was halfway through Yinshi."

Chi Jingxi's eyes were dark, as black as if he had touched ink, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Cheng Xiao wondered, "Are there really ghosts in this world?"

Wen Yantong said, "How can I say it, believe it, or not believe it, no one can say such a thing."

Mu Yang curled his lips, "There must be none."

Wen Yantong smiled, "Don't worry and be sure, I will tell you a story and you will know it."

Then he glanced at Chi Jingxi. When she was just sitting down, she deliberately squeezed to Chi Jingxi's side, first because she was afraid that Fu Zixian would be cautious when sitting with him, and secondly, it was her own inertia.

When many friends sit together, people are willing to sit with their favorite friends.

Chi Jingxi noticed her with a questioning gaze, and said quietly, "Say, can I stop you?"

Wen Yantong smiled and said, "Master Xiaohou doesn't need to stop me. If you don't want to listen, just shut up."

He often does this anyway.

Cheng Xin urged, "Don't talk to Jingxi, just talk faster."

These young men have never had the habit of sitting on quilts with others at night and listening to stories, and they are unavoidably surprised.

Wen Yantong did not grind, lowered his voice, and slowly said, "This story was told to me by my grandfather. It happened in my hometown many years ago. At that time, my grandfather was only nine years old. when……"

"That was really many years ago..." Mu Yang couldn't help sighing.

"You shut up." Wen Yantong said, "Don't interrupt me when I'm telling a story."

Mu Yang shut up obediently.

Wen Yantong used the usual beginning of a ghost story to make the listener subconsciously think that this is a true story.

"My grandfather said that in the past, his neighbor had a son who was admitted as a talented scholar. He was very famous in his hometown. Because my hometown is small, it is already very good to be able to produce a talented talent. The talents are praised."

"It's just a talent." Mu Yang curled his lips.

Wen Yantong said, "Are you still not listening?"

"Fine, you continue to say." Mu Yang said hurriedly.

"The talented talent also felt that he was very proud. He was invited to drink and have fun all day long. He also married a local girl with a well-earned family as his wife. He didn't bother to study, so that he fell out of the rankings for several years. Later, in order to get him on the right track, the girl always yelled at him when he was out and had fun, and forced him home. As time passed, no one dared to call him out to spend a lot of time."

"But the talented person felt resentful because of this, and felt that his wife was not only old and depraved, but also unreasonably making trouble all day long, which made him lose face and finally planned to get rid of his wife in his heart."

Mu Yang sighed twice, but did not interrupt Wen Yantong's words.

People in a circle listened extremely seriously, staring at Wen Yantong.

"Then one day, that Xiucai tricked his wife into the mountain..." Wen Yantong slowed down, "Pushing her off the cliff, his wife fell off the cliff and fell to death on the spot."

"This beast is not a thing!" Mu Yang couldn't help cursing.

"Right? What's hateful is that after returning home, this scholar said that his wife had fallen to death by herself, and everyone around believed it. Even the woman's family members also comforted the scholar and made him feel sad and marry another as soon as possible." Wen Yan Tong Dao.

Mu Yang was very angry, "How can there be such a disgusting person!"

Cheng Xin shook his head and sighed, "There are too many people like this, but you and I have never met."

Cheng Xiao also said, "It's a pity that the woman married such a thing that is inferior to a pig and a dog."

Wen Yantong nodded, "Women in this world, if they marry well, they can be considered worry-free for the rest of their lives, but if they marry badly, life will be bitter."

Finally, I had to catch Chi Jingxi and asked, "Right, Master Xiaohou?"

Chi Jingxi raised her eyes and glanced at her, "How do I know? I'm not a woman."

Wen Yantong choked and said, "You read so many books, you can be considered as knowledgeable, how can you not know?"

"The books I read are all literary etiquette, handed down to the world, and I haven't studied the results of a woman's marriage." Chi Jingxi said indifferently, "Is your story finished?"

"Not yet." Wen Yantong remembered that he was a little off topic, and immediately brought the topic back to the center of focus, and continued, "The strange thing started after the woman died."

Since the beginning of the story, it began to have a gloomy meaning. Wen Yantong deliberately used his tone to create an atmosphere, and said in a low voice, "Xiucai has a guilty conscience, and is afraid that the woman's resentment will come to the door, so he pretends to bury her body in the soil first. , And then dug it out when the black wind was high at night and burned it clean, turning it into a pile of black dust."

"Who knew that on the second night, when the man was sleeping, he heard footsteps in the room, wandering in front of the bed, walking back and forth..."

"Wait!" Mu Yang suddenly interrupted, frightening Wen Yantong and almost stunned.

The people around were also taken aback.

She was annoyed and reached out to pinch Mu Yang, "What are you doing and what are you doing!"

Mu Yang hurriedly blocked her hand, and asked in a flustered manner, "Why do I feel that your story is a bit wrong? Is the footsteps from Xiucai's wife? Isn't she dead?"

"Can you close your mouth and listen to the story at ease?" Wen Yantong kicked his feet with anger.

Mu Yang shouted, "Can, can! Don't kick me..."

Wen Yantong retracted her feet into the quilt again, and went smoothly.

Cheng Xin said casually, "Yang Er, if you are afraid, go back first. Your voice just scared us all."

Mu Yang stalked his neck, "Why am I scared? I just want to check!"

Cheng Xiao said, "I don't want to be afraid. You look scared. Fu Zixian is one year younger than you, and you are not afraid. You are afraid first."

Mu Yang rubbed his cheeks immediately after hearing this, and turned his head to see that Fu Zixian was only timid, and did not react as much as he had imagined, so he wondered, "Did Yantong tell you this story before?"

Fu Zixian shook his head, "No."

The fucking door has been wicked. Mu Yang secretly slandered himself.

Wen Yantong cleared his throat, regained the atmosphere of Mu Yang's dispersal, and said slowly, "The man is already a little awake after hearing the footsteps, but he can't open his eyes anyway, he just feels Something stuck to the eyes, but the sound of footsteps only lingered around in the middle of the night, and disappeared when it was almost dawn."

"Later, after the Xiucai woke up, he asked the sleeping beauty next to him if he heard footsteps at night, and the beauty said no. The Xiucai was very upset about the matter. How did he know that he could hear his room at night for a few days? There were footsteps in it, very clear. He was overwhelmed, ran to burn a lot of paper money for his wife, and begged her to forgive him, but that night..."

Wen Yantong turned his head, and saw Mu Yang Qiang sitting calmly, his face stretched tight, a little funny.

She couldn't help but laughed, and a few people immediately urged, "What are you laughing at, just say it!"

Wen Yantong immediately stopped smiling and continued, "That night, footsteps still sounded in the room, and this time it came to his bedside, and it stopped. This time the man was so scared that he wanted to struggle. Get up without any strength."

"Then the Xiucai felt a cold neck, and seemed to have a pair of soft hands stroking it up, and then suddenly pinched!"

"Ah!" Mu Yang exclaimed.

Wen Yantong was caught off guard and was taken aback, turned around and beat Mu Yang, "Hold your quilt and get out!"

Mu Yang said, "I was wrong, I was wrong, don't drive me out!"

When Wen Yantong saw that he was so frightened, he said helplessly, "I didn't know who was in the school to promise that ghosts would not knock on our door?"

Mu Yang swallowed and said cheeky, "Who said that? Why don't I know?"

Wen Yantong stretched out his hand to him and hinted, "If you are scared, just grab the people around you and don't yell in a panic, you know?"

Mu Yang nodded pitifully, turned his head and held Fu Zixian's hand.

After smelling Yantong, the roots of his teeth were itchy, and he put his hands back.

Asshole, scare you to death.

Cheng Xiao heard that this method was good, and took Cheng Xin's hand, "Brother Emperor, let's pull together, so we won't be afraid."

Sitting on the other side of Cheng Xiao was Zhang Jieran, and when he heard Yantong's gaze, he saw Zhang Jieran's face pale in fright, and all his blood was gone.

Wen Yantong was secretly startled, but didn't pay attention to this just now. I didn't expect that Bi Muyang was so scared. She greeted him, "Zixian, you can pull Brother Zhang. It's scary to see him."

Fu Zixian turned his head and took a look, and then took the initiative to hold Zhang Jieran's hand. On the other side, Cheng Xiao also took the initiative to hold him, so several people joined hands and joined in half a circle.

Wen Yantong turned his head and asked Chi Jingxi, "Master Xiaohou, are you afraid?"

Chi Jingxi thought this question was very naive, so he asked, "Do you think I look scared?"

I don't know Wen Yantong nodded immediately, "I am very scared looking at Master Xiaohou, so why not take my hand, I will pass on you brave power!"

When he said that, he stretched out his hand from the quilt to pull Chi Jingxi's sleeves, but only touched the fox fur on his sleeves. The soft fur slipped away from his fingers. Chi Jingxi shrank his hands back, disdainfully. Said, "I don't need your little bravery."

Wen Yantong's plan failed, and he curled his lips, "A little bit is better than nothing."

Cheng Xin smiled helplessly, "Jingxi is naturally not afraid of this, and he is not a child anymore."

In addition to Chi Jingxi, Cheng Xin's face was still as usual, and the two perfectly showed the fearless vigor of a teenager.

Wen Yantong put his hand back on the quilt and said, "There is still the last bit of the story. I'll finish it in one breath."

Several people were quiet again.

Wen Yantong simmered for a while, and took a breath to speed up his speech, "The scholar is like pinching his neck. The strength is so great that it makes it hard for him to breathe! He struggled hard but it was useless, it was just suffocation. At that time, I heard a rooster call, the strength on the neck disappeared in an instant, and the Xiucai took a sigh of relief and survived."

"The scholar was extremely frightened. He drove more than a dozen miles to the next county town and found the very famous blind man half immortal. He told him about the situation. The half immortal said he was entangled by evil spirits. Today is evil. The first seven of the ghost must come back and take his life."

"When the Xiucai heard this, he was so frightened that he was hurriedly asked what method could be used to resist it, and Banxian asked him how the woman died. But the Xiucai had no face to tell the truth, knowing that the woman died of illness, she was poor, and had no money. Save her, that’s why she might hold a grudge. He made up a sensible and reasonable, half-xian believes it, so he drew a talisman for him to go home tonight, and hide it under the bed with a talisman after nightfall, saying that evil spirits Don’t bend over, so you won’t find him. Just wait for dawn and there will be nothing wrong."

"The Xiucai went home in accordance with the words, and hid under the bed after nightfall. In the second half of the night, the female ghost turned out to be true, and only heard the sound of bang bang bang in the room, getting closer and closer to the bed."

Mu Yang was very nervous when he heard it, swallowed, and pinched Fu Zixian's hand red. Fu Zixian was afraid that he would startle him now, so he had to endure the pain in his hands.

Wen Yantong said, "The scholar thought that he was foolproof, but he didn't expect that the voice stopped by the bed, as if it was in his ears. After a long time there was no movement. He thought that the evil spirit had gone and became strong. Courage turned his head and looked, guess what he saw?"

"What did you see?" Mu Yang replied with a trembling voice.

"He saw an upside-down face, the blood on his head stained the ground red, and his eyes were staring at him! When the evil spirit saw Xiucai turn his face, his face instantly became extremely hideous, and he screamed—" Wen Yantong opened his hands and shouted violently, "Heart-hearted dog, let me take my life!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

Wen Yantong turned his head over Chi Jingxi's body, knocked his head in his arms, and knocked him down along with Chi Jingxi.

She was stunned at first, but when she reacted, she was so frightened that she was afraid of angering Chi Jingxi. She immediately got up from him, pulled the quilt on Mu Yang’s head, and hit him on the back with her fist. Qi said, "I fucking shouldn't let you in! Interrupt me, scare me, and kick me!"

Wen Yantong's fist was not heavy, and another layer of quilt fell on Mu Yang's body, feeling nothing. But Mu Yang was so frightened by her story at the moment, he hugged Fu Zixian's waist desperately, and screamed again and again, "Don't hit me! Don't hit me!"

Upon seeing this, Fu Zixian and Zhang Jieran hurriedly stopped. Cheng Xin also hurriedly helped Chi Jingxi up. Only Cheng Xiao was still sitting in a daze, seeming to be thinking about something, and the scene became a mess for a while.

Zhang Jieran was a weak scholar and couldn't hold Wen Yantong at all. In the end, Chi Jingxi took the shot and grabbed Wen Yantong's back collar. When he opened it, Wen Yantong was still kicking Yang.

Chi Jingxi asked suspiciously, "Are you avenging your usual grudges?"

When Wen Yantong heard Chi Jingxi’s voice, he immediately stopped. When he turned his head, he changed his expression and smiled, "Master Xiaohou, I didn’t hurt you just now? I’m sorry, Mu Yang. I kicked me suddenly, and I didn't react to it myself."

Seeing her flattering appearance, Chi Jingxi said, "Okay, I didn't say to blame you, don't behave like this."

Wen Yantong grinned and sat down again. Mu Yang sucked his nose dullly, appearing to be empty.

Cheng Xin waved his hand, "Brother, are you scared?"

When Wen Yantong saw him like this, he patted him on the shoulder hurriedly, "Aren't you? This story is made up, but it's not true. Why are you so scared?"

Mu Yang stunned, "Didn't your grandfather tell you about it?"

"That's only part of the story. I don't even know what my grandfather looks like. How can I listen to him telling stories?" Wen Yantong said.

When Mu Yang heard that it was a fake story, he breathed a sigh of relief, "I think this story can't be true..."

Wen Yantong laughed at him, but didn't make fun of him again. Just heard Cheng Xiao asked, "Didn't it mean that evil spirits can't bend over? Why did you find a talent in the end?"

Wen Yantong smiled, did not directly explain, but asked Chi Jingxi, "Does young marquis know?"

Chi Jingxi calmly said, "It's because the woman touched her head first when she was pushed down the cliff, so she walked backwards, so she could see the talents without bending over."

Wen Yantong smiled and clapped his hands, and immediately praised, "Master Xiaohou is so smart!"

"What was the final result?" Cheng Xin asked.

"The talented person is naturally dead. He planted evil results. How can he end up well?" Wen Yantong said.

Cheng Xin sighed instead, "It's really just a story."

Everyone sighed and thought differently.

Wen Yantong broke his fingers, saw the silence around him, and asked, "Have you heard any stories? Tell them to share with you."

As a result, several people shook their heads one by one.

Wen Yantong sighed, these guys without childhood.

She said, "Then I will tell you one more, one that is not so scary."

No one raised objections, Cheng Xiao even thought it was quite interesting, and urged, "Say it quickly."

Mu Yang was a little worried, "Sure it's not so scary, right?"

"Yes!" Wen Yantong promised, "Don't worry, I won't lie to you."

Wen Yantong decided to take out the bottom of his press box.

It started with a sentence, "On the day of rest, a few classmates were sitting at home drinking and having fun. It was just when they were happy that there was a knock on the door."

"Boom, dong, ——" The knock on the door pressed her and sounded at the right time.

Several people in the room were taken aback at the same time, then turned to look at the door.

"Who is it?" Wen Yantong asked in a loud voice.

However, after waiting for a while, there was no response from outside the room, but the knock on the door sounded again.

"Boom boom boom——"

The author has something to say: Wen Yantong: Which grandson just knocks on the door and doesn't make a sound?

I chose a ghost story that everyone should have seen on the Internet. It shouldn't be too scary.