Kou Yushan said in a heavy tone, "Before the Wu Temple was abolished, storytellers were indeed considered righteous. But in the past twenty years or so since the Wu Temple was abolished, I don't know if the storytellers were replaced or what, but there have been tragedies caused by storytellers in various places."

"Our Tangyuan County is already a remote place. The fact that this matter has been reported here shows how much of a sensation it has been. Therefore, the Evil Suppression Division has been offering a large sum of money to capture the storyteller. As long as you provide effective clues about the storyteller, you can get a household registration in the main city of the prefecture, a courtyard, and 100 taels of gold. If you can capture the storyteller, you can get a household registration in Shengjing, a courtyard, and 1,000 taels of gold."

The thin monkey added, "Money and courtyards are secondary. What's important is the household registration. The provincial capital city is much safer than the counties. It is extremely difficult to settle down there, not to mention that there is a prime minister in charge. There is absolutely no household registration in Shengjing, which is dangerous."

Kou Yushan nodded, "It is easy to settle in counties. After all, the court needs people to farm and do business around counties. However, because the main city of a prefecture is safer than other places, if the household registration is not controlled, everyone will choose to settle in the main city of the prefecture, and no one will live in other places. Although it is a little harder to survive in the vicinity of counties than in the main city of a prefecture, the taxes are much lower than in the main city of a prefecture. There are pros and cons to each."

"But some wealthy families, like the Ming family, would hire a Feng Shui master and craftsmen to buy bricks and stones with cinnabar added, and use mortar mixed with glutinous rice to build a mansion in a suitable place near the county seat, set up a Feng Shui arrangement to drive away ghosts and protect the house, and then the whole family would worship a ghost god for protection, and they would be able to live in peace and safety."

Kou Yushan knew that Sang Que knew nothing, so he would explain it in a little more detail when he mentioned it.

A mansion like the Ming Mansion should not have been prone to any misfortune if it weren't for the intervention of the storyteller. Even after fifty years, evil spirits would not be likely to approach the mansion.

If you want to find a storyteller, it is definitely best to go straight to Huanglong, and avoid other places if possible.

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Boom!

The sword was shrouded in gray mist, looking quite eerie.

Sang Que nodded and said, "Let Xia Chan stay to protect you. Once the rain stops and the sky brightens, you can leave without waiting for me. I have a way to save your life."

"Do you still want to go in?" Kou Yushan asked worriedly.

Even if the name is not mentioned, as long as the characteristics are met, as a supporting character or a passerby in the story, the possibility of survival is unlikely.

But if she continues to be reckless and put herself in the position to take the bait, it would be fine if she doesn't get hurt afterwards. But if something goes wrong, I'm afraid she will be criticized by my mom's readers for being brainless, and my mom will also be criticized for the author's dependence on the heroine's brainless recklessness to push the plot forward.

Only those background characters that are completely ignored have a chance to survive, provided that they do not go too deep into the story and do not do unnecessary things, otherwise they will turn themselves into pawns to push the story forward and eventually lead to a tragic death.

But she still had to be careful, as she was afraid that if she brushed too much, she would attract the water ghost's true form, which she would not be able to deal with anyway.

He only knew that once his name was written in the storyteller's story, he was basically doomed.

Kou Yushan trusted Sang Que very much. After all, she killed Yan Daozi easily by herself.

"Xuan Yu!"

A red paper lantern rolled past his feet, with half of the Chinese character "喜" (happiness) still remaining on it.

Sang Que grasped the key point, that is, the successor behind the storyteller might have changed, and was no longer the same generation of elderly people as her biological mother. She needed to be alert to this.

Meow——

Sang Que pulled up his sleeves and looked at the compass on the bracelet, then decisively walked to the right, which was the moon gate in the northeast.

As soon as the mulberry bird called, Xuanyu jumped down from the beam and landed on the mulberry bird's shoulder.

Xia Chan looked serious and clenched her fists to promise to take good care of everyone. Sang Que left some food for her as a reward.

Afterwards, Sangque called Xuanyu down from the beam and went with it deep into the abandoned house of the Ming family.

It’s just that people mind that too many people have died here, so no homeless beggars come here, and passers-by won’t come in to hide unless it’s necessary.

Kou Yushan knew very little. For example, among the Nine Songs, he only knew the well-known "storyteller", "bell doctor" and "ghost peddler", and he was not clear about the role of Sang Que's biological mother in the Nine Songs.

Since everyone in Jiuge has responsibilities, what responsibilities does her biological mother represent? Kou Yushan asked Shouhou to rest first, and Sangque chatted with him alone for a few more words.

She is the big fish the storyteller wants to catch!

Xuan Yu whimpered softly, jumped onto the beam at the top of the corridor, and walked forward carefully with cat-like steps, scanning the surroundings with his emerald cat eyes, always on alert.

Without a clear map, exploring such a large house would inevitably lead to encountering various dangers and triggering some death rules.

There are corridors behind the two doors in the reception room. The western corridor leads to the west side of Ming Mansion. A large piece of green ghost fire floats strangely in the air. In the flickering light, you can see the dead trees and rockery. The blood-red bell flowers rise and fall in the rain curtain, and the deep and light interweave like a surging sea of ​​blood. If nothing unexpected happens, that should be the big garden of Ming Mansion.

Sangque comforted Xiachan and asked Xiachan to keep a close eye on the skinny monkey and the old monk.

Sang Que boldly speculated that Queen Wu was the image of the mountain ghost, and the mountain ghost was most likely the leader of Jiuge.

A small courtyard hidden in the weeds appeared in front of me. Next to it, a dead tree was broken, and its crown collapsed the gate of the courtyard.

She hasn't sensed any evil spirits at the moment, and Xuanyu has been on high alert. It will cry out if there is danger. Sangque has been well trained before, so there will be no problem.

There were charred marks of fire everywhere, broken doors and windows had fallen to the ground, and the main hall was pitch black, and nothing could be seen clearly.

Sangque walked along the corridor on the east side. There was a rockery between the two corridors. Now only ruins were left, covered by weeds.

Stepping over the strange red flowers on the ground, the ghost fires flew in the air like fireflies. Sang Que leaned aside to avoid them, rubbed the Xuan Yu on his shoulder, and entered the yard.

Chongwu spread out a three-meter radius around him. Sangque put on a bamboo hat, dressed in black and carried a hunting bow. He walked in the rain. The rain gathered into a line on the iron sword and fell to the ground.

The evil fog itself is a manifestation of Yin Tong's power. It is lethal to evil spirits of a lower level than Yin Tong, so she can wrap the evil fog on her weapons to kill ordinary evil spirits, including arrows!

On the armchair facing the main door, an old lady who looked like Empress Dowager Cixi sat in the middle, looking into Sang Que's eyes!

It only needs a little blood to activate it. If an evil spirit approaches silently, the exorcism talisman will burn out instantly. It can also slightly slow down the attack of the evil spirit, giving her some time to react.

Sang Que suddenly realized that being the protagonist of a novel was quite difficult! No, she was already in the storyteller's story, and any inappropriate behavior of hers must have been influenced by the storyteller! Yes, when the time comes, let my mother write it clearly, and if she wants to scold, she can scold the storyteller. The brainless one is also the storyteller, and it has nothing to do with her and my mother!

Although the exorcism talisman can only repel evil spirits below the second level, it can also be used as an alarm.

The silver light of lightning suddenly illuminated the darkness, and shadows were everywhere in the gloomy hall.

If she turned around and left now and went home to sleep, my mother would not be able to continue writing her story, and my mother's readers would also complain that she was timid.

When you encounter an evil spirit or ghost that is more powerful than Yin Tong, use the ghost soldier talisman which is more powerful at present.

Sweeping along the way as he walked, one third of the sixth hexagram of the money for evil-averting appeared. Sangque suddenly discovered that he could repeatedly brush the water ghost's little ghost on rainy days.

Sangque walked a little closer and looked inside carefully with squinted eyes.

According to Skinny Monkey, there are two important places in the Ming Mansion. One is the ancestral hall on the back mountain dedicated to the God of Weaver, and the other is the northeast corner yard where the freak eldest lady lives.

Something big must have happened here fifty years ago on the day of the sacrifice to the God of Weaver. In horror stories, there is absolutely no such thing as a fire without reason.

"Okay, then be careful."

At the end of the corridor is the main courtyard of the Ming Mansion, which is usually the area where the head of the family gathers. Under the charred wall, the unburned wreaths were wet by the rain, and there were many paper boxes, cages, horses and other items piled up in the corner, just like the ten-mile red makeup for a daughter's wedding in ancient times, but made of paper.

Under the corridor, Sangque's hair was flying, and the hem of her clothes was rustling in the wind. She had a focused look and was on high alert, holding an iron sword in one hand and an exorcism talisman in the other.

*In the corridor leading to the back of the Ming Mansion, there were heavy rain, strong winds, and bursts of thunder.

This is the use of the evil fog that Sangque developed when he was instructing Xia Chan and Xuan Yu that day.

As long as the old monk doesn't hurt anyone, he can do whatever he wants. If the skinny monkey does anything strange, he will be tied up.

There was a moon-shaped gate on the right. With the help of the light of lightning, Sangque saw a winding path that seemed to lead to another separate courtyard.

Thinking of this, Sang Que suddenly understood. Since he was already here, how could he not go in and take a look? Kou Yushan didn't know much about the specific abilities of the storyteller. He just heard it from others and made his own conclusions.

Sang Que's heart sank and she instinctively stepped back. When the lightning fell, she realized that Xuan Yu didn't scream, which meant that it was not a dirty thing.

Sang Que walked into the hall carefully again. After his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could see clearly that sitting on the armchair in the middle was a very lifelike paper man wearing shrouds.

The paper man's hand was placed on the table, and under his palm was a page full of words.

See you tomorrow~

(End of this chapter)