The young man took a leisurely sip of wine before lowering his voice and saying slowly, "The female ghost took a fancy to this scholar and wanted to spend a night of passion with him. So she slowly floated to the door, pushed it open, and floated inside. The scholar was reading when he heard the door creak..."
Squeak~
The sound of the gate creaking open came from the courtyard gate, and the young men froze, breaking out in a cold sweat.
They remained motionless for a while, and outside, apart from the creaking sound, the only other sounds were the rustling of leaves in the wind. The room became eerily quiet.
"No, could there really be a female ghost?"
One of the young men, who was about the same age as Chuanyi, lowered his voice, his tongue practically tied in knots.
No one dared to answer him, because they didn't know, and they certainly didn't want to.
They all looked at the young man who had just told the story, their eyes filled with even more anticipation than before. "Brother, we're counting on you."
The young man stammered even more, "I...I...I won't go!"
Then the young man's eyes lit up, and he analyzed, "If there really are female ghosts, which one of us do you think they would fancy?"
?
The group of people looked at each other with question marks, and then all turned to look at Chuan Yi.
Although Chuanyi was unreliable, he inherited the family's excellent genes. He was handsome and fair-skinned, and because he was raised with great care, he also had the air of a young master.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have attracted the attention of so many young women in the village as soon as he arrived.
"Huh? Why do I feel a sense of satisfaction, like I've finally gotten my revenge?" This was the thought in the mind of the handsome young man, who was known throughout the manor, before Chuanyi arrived.
call-
Just as the group relaxed a bit and were about to push Chuan Yi out to meet the female ghost, a short, cold gust of wind blew out the candle!
Then the tightly closed door creaked open, and something gently and slowly entered...
Aaaaaaahh ...
The group screamed and ran away, but they couldn't find their way in the dark. They kept bumping into walls or each other until they saw stars. Only Chuan Yi was terrified that the female ghost was possessing him. He screamed and grabbed the stool under his butt and started smashing it wildly.
It's unclear whether he hit his companion or the female ghost, but he did manage to hit something.
If he didn't smash anything, it wouldn't be a problem. But if he did smash something, Chuanyi would scream even louder, as if a female ghost would kidnap him the next second, and he would smash things even more frantically.
He smashed the stones until he was completely exhausted, and there was no sound around him. Chuanyi was also exhausted, so he sat down on the ground and cried loudly, his cries carrying for miles.
Hearing Chuan Yi's ghostly wails, the villagers who were having sweet dreams sat bolt upright, some still half asleep, shouting, "Get up! Get up! Bandits! Bandits!"
After regaining consciousness, I listened carefully, but apart from the pig-like screams, there was no sound of burning, killing, or looting.
After a moment of stunned silence, they quickly put on their clothes, grabbed torches, and ran out of their homes.
The villagers gathered together, and the foreman looked in the direction of the crying and slapped his thigh, exclaiming, "Oh no! It's the young master!"
Although he was sent here for making a mistake, his master instructed him to take good care of him when he was sent here. It seems that he was just naughty and made a mistake, and he would be taken back sooner or later.
Therefore, the person in charge never dared to neglect Chuanyi and always took good care of him. Now, hearing this pig-like crying, his heart skipped a beat. He hoped something bad might have happened!
When the steward led the villagers to the scene, they saw a mess under the torchlight. Their master's young master was sitting in the mess, crying loudly!
The mess included shattered plates, overturned tables and chairs, spilled food and drinks, and four people lying motionless on the ground.
"You little rascal!"
One of the villagers recognized one of the four men as his youngest son, who loved to hang out with the young master!
He rushed over in two strides, and when he saw his son lying motionless on the ground with blood streaming from his head, he was so frightened that his hands trembled.
Her fingers trembled as she reached under her son's nose, then she plopped down on the ground, all her strength drained away. "He's still breathing...he's still breathing."
"You idiot!"
"A hair's breadth!"
Two more were identified. One was lying on his back with his eyes closed, covered in messy footprints and blood, but thankfully, he was still breathing. The other was curled up, without any injuries, but for some reason, his eyes were also closed, and he appeared to be unconscious.
"Huh? Who is this?"
The steward suspiciously rummaged through the clothes in black, and found him lying at the young master's feet, looking the most seriously injured, with blood gushing from his head.
The foreman turned him over and found that his mouth was also full of blood. His face was so bruised and swollen that he was almost unrecognizable. However, the man had not completely fainted. His bloodied mouth was moving as if he was saying something. The foreman hesitated for a moment and then put his ear to the mouth. He then heard what the man was saying.
"Kill...kill..."
kill?
The steward pondered for a moment, then was startled when he realized what had happened. He looked at the young master who was still crying with his mouth open, and at the stool next to the young master, which was covered in blood. How heroic my young master is!
The steward's gaze toward Chuan Yi gradually turned to one of admiration, but when he turned to look at the three young men lying on the ground, he couldn't bear to look at them. They always boasted about how great they were, but now, at this critical moment, not only were they unable to protect the young master, they were all lying on the ground themselves, and the young master had to save them!
The carriage from the Marquis of Changxing's residence sped along the road and didn't arrive until late at night.
By this time, Chuan Yi had drunk two bowls of ginger soup and had recovered. The three young men had also received treatment. Two of them had minor injuries, just a slight concussion, and they had both woken up. The other one had fainted from fright, but he wasn't injured. His mother slapped him twice, and he woke up.
Chuanyi also learned what happened from the steward: an assassin came to kill him, but Gouwazi, Sandaizi, and Niumao bravely picked up stools and fought the assassin to the death. Of course, they were defeated miserably, and the assassin gradually approached him. Fortunately, he was brave and extraordinary, and finally picked up a stool and took down the assassin in one fell swoop!
The person in charge seemed to have witnessed the scene firsthand, describing it vividly and even including actions like grabbing a stool and taking something down, leaving Chuanyi completely bewildered.
Is...is that so?
Chuan Yi blinked his big, innocent eyes, he was so scared that he had no idea that such a thrilling scene had unfolded in the darkness!
His gaze towards Gouwazi, Sandaizi, and Niumao instantly filled with gratitude. Brothers! Thank you for not being disloyal and running away! I'll remember this kindness!
The three people who were being thanked were a little confused. So that's how it was...?
The three men, who didn't even grab the stools to fight back, only remembered that a female ghost seemed to have entered. They ran for their lives in the darkness, then something hit them on the head several times...
Ugh, I can't think about it anymore, my head hurts...
Chuan Hai entered at that moment, and was stunned when he saw the scene in the room.
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