Huo Yuanzhen comes from modern times and has much more profound knowledge than these ancient people. Moreover, Huo Yuanzhen has always believed that he was a natural orator.

In fact, what he is best at is not martial arts or Buddhism, but his verbal words.

When he was in school, he could create a story of tens of thousands of words for you, and his voice and emotion were both vivid and vivid.

Especially ghost stories, that is the best among all the experts.

When you are in school, you will be invincible, you will be invincible, you will be invincible, and you will be invincible. No matter what type of girl you are, Huo Yuanzhen can scare you to the point of being possessed.

It is a cold winter night, with the cold wind whistling and pitch black as ink, which is the best time to tell ghost stories.

Murong Qiuyu couldn't hear the three girls on the bed, but Ning Wanjun and Luo Caiyi could hear them. Huo Yuanzhen wanted to scare them, otherwise they would fall asleep and sit here alone during the long night because they pretended to be gentlemen and couldn't even get on the bed. What a tragic thing it would be.

Huo Yuan has really investigated the knowledge in this world. There is no story about Journey to the West, no Romance of the Three Kingdoms, no four classics, and naturally there is no Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio.

When the Shaolin was just built, Huo Yuanzhen investigated it, in order to prevent misleading, but Shaolin developed faster later, and Huo Yuanzhen let go of the story-telling and making money, and the efficiency was too low.

Unexpectedly, Huo Yuan was a little excited when he returned to his old career today and his former skills came in handy.

Not only was he excited, but Ning Wanjun and Luo Caiyi were also a little excited.

When there is anything between them, Luo Caiyi usually comes forward. Ning Wanjun basically rarely speaks, listens silently and watches silently.

But the two of them had a deep shadow of Huo Yuanzhen. Now they were living together in the middle of the night, and they were sleeping in the bed. Let Huo Yuanzhen sit down below, how could they sleep? They all wanted to talk to him, but they couldn't help but face her daughter's house, especially Wanjun.

Now that Huo Yuan is really willing to tell stories, it is naturally the best thing. Both of them pricked up their ears and listened.

The name of this story is a bit strange, painted skin. Is it a story of a painter? It sounds like a bit poignant.

There was a dim oil lamp flashing in the room, and there was no more lamp oil inside. It was as bright and dark as ghost fire. They were all lying down, and no one went to add lamp oil. Huo Yuanzhen naturally would not go there. He thought that at this time, the lights and sounds needed to cooperate well. Now the howling wind outside was the sound, and the oil lamp was the light.

Huo Yuanzhen coughed twice, tested Murong Qiuyu, breathing smoothly, and there was nothing to do for the time being, so he simply came to Ning Wanjun and Luo Caiyi.

The black hairs from both ends drooped, and the fragrance suffused. Both of them flipped over. They lay inside the quilt, revealing two small faces, and their two beautiful eyes stared at their faces, which made Huo Yuanzhen feel a little embarrassed.

But the evil taste in my heart still gained the upper hand. Huo Yuanzhen said: "The story is like this. There is a scholar named Wang Sheng. One morning, he met a woman on the road. The woman was born with fish falling from the geese. The moon was closed and the flowers were shy...."

"Can you compare to Wanjun?" Luo Caiyi suddenly said to the side.

Huo Yuanzhen coughed: "Caiyi, don't always come to interrupt me. Of course, I can't compare with Wanjun, but it's very appropriate not to compare with Wanjun."

Ning Wanjun smiled with her eyebrows and eyes, and she refuted Huo Yuanzhen's words without reservation. The darkness gave her some courage so that she could look at her sweetheart boldly. The quilt seemed to be a warm harbor, making her feel comfortable and warm.

Tell Luo Caiyi again not to interrupt herself, Huo Yuanzhen continued, "Wang Sheng saw the beauty of this woman, he couldn't help but talk to her and asked her, "Why do you leave early in the morning?" She replied, "The person who is on the way is worried, why ask more questions." Wang Sheng said, "You can say your sorrows, maybe you may serve you." The goddess replied miserably, "My parents are greedy for money and sell me to a rich man. My eldest wife is very jealous and can't stand it or scold me sooner or later, so she really can't stand it, so she ran away."

Huo Yuanzhen paused after saying this: "This tells us that women should not be too jealous, otherwise they would be jealous."

This time, Luo Caiyi said angrily again: "Let's talk quickly, we are not jealous."

Ning Wanjun's pretty face was flushed, but she still refused to speak, and looked at Huo Yuanzhen quietly.

Huo Yuanzhen smiled, thinking that at first it was just to attract you to listen. As you listen, you couldn't help it.

Sure enough, in the following story, there were gradually ghosts.

Although both of them were successful in martial arts, Luo Caiyi was even more rare to reach the late stage of the innate stage, but they were still women after all, and they were afraid of these monsters and ghosts. As they listened, they realized that Huo Yuanzhen was telling a ghost story.

Suddenly, both of them looked a little pale, and their hands holding the quilt were clenched unknowingly.

Because what Huo Yuanzhen said was a bit scary. The beauty was actually a ghost, wearing a human skin, and wanted to eat Wang Sheng's heart and liver. The lights around her were dim and the cold wind was howling outdoors. Huo Yuanzhen's shadow flickered on the wall, with a bit of a ferocious smell of fangs and claws.

I don’t know how Huo Yuan’s voice was really done, and he gradually felt a little erratic.

"Wang Sheng came out the window and quietly...... looked inside the room quietly. He saw that the woman... the woman who he regarded as a fairy was pulling off the skin from her body, from her face and shoulders, it was a whole human skin! The bottom was covered with blood, the evil ghost with green face and fangs, and blood was flowing in his mouth... It seemed that he was still chewing on the hearts of the people! It was the heart of the people!"

Huo Yuan's tone suddenly increased by octave. His originally handsome face suddenly became terrifying. His eyes were shining. Ning Wanjun's pretty face was completely bloodless. His body trembled gently under the quilt. His little hand quietly stretched out, as if he wanted to grab Luo Caiyi's hand.

Luo Caiyi's condition was not much better. She was also pale and was ready to quietly pull Ning Wanjun's hand with one hand. The two of them comforted each other and gained more courage.

But Huo Yuanzhen was prepared and quietly stretched out his hands. Because the light inside was dim, the oil lamp seemed to be about to leave at any time, and they didn't see clearly. They each held Huo Yuanzhen's hand but didn't know it.

At this time, Huo Yuanzhen also squatted down, right between the two of them, with three faces very close.

The plot of the story is still developing, Huo Yuanzhen continued: "The woman put on the human skin and turned back to the woman's appearance. Wang Sheng turned around and ran away in fear, found the old Taoist priest and asked for a whisk. Hanged it in front of the house."

Ning Wanjun and the others grabbed Huo Yuan's hands tightly, and Huo Yuan could clearly feel the sweat in the palms of their hands.

"She is here again. One winter night, the wind was howling outside, and the university was flying. Wang Sheng stayed alone in the room. The oil lamp inside was dim and was about to go out at any time, just like the lamp in our room."

Following Huo Yuanzhen's words, Ning Wanjun and Luo Caiyi couldn't help but look at the oil lamps in the room.

The scene he described is so similar to now. It is the same winter, the same cold wind whistling, and the same dim lights. Could it be... Could this really happen?

How could they know? In order to create a horror atmosphere, Huo Yuanzhen has tampered with part of the original painting, just to get close to the current situation.

"The blood-red tongue sticks out, and the whisk hanging from the door sways violently, as if it can't resist the ghost's advance!"

The indoor lights dimmed again and were about to go out at any time.

Huo Yuanzhen kept staring at the oil lamp secretly, thinking that the time was about to be over and the story was about to come.

Luo Caiyi's voice was trembling, and she couldn't help but say, "Isn't it really impossible to stop it? Isn't that old Taoist looking like a little Taoist?"

Ning Wanjun also looked nervous, her body trembling in the quilt, looking very worried.

Huo Yuanzhen said at this time: "The whisk shook a few times again, and the evil ghost finally lost his patience by the whisk. He howled!"

"ah!"

Huo Yuanzhen also cooperated and let out a howl. Although the sound was not loud, the basic skills of telling ghost stories were here. This call was even scared when ghosts heard it.

With the close distance between the three of them, Huo Yuanzhen obviously felt their hands tightening and their bodies trembled violently. His already pale pretty face was even more disgusted at this moment.

"As the howling of the ghost, the dim oil lamp suddenly disappeared in this moment! The ghost rushed in!"

When Huo Yuanzhen said this, he saw that the oil lamp in the room had not been extinguished yet. He was anxious and simply blew it out in one breath and blew the oil lamp out directly.

His internal strength was very strong, and he could blow out the oil lamp in one breath. Even Luo Caiyi and others did not notice it. They only heard Huo Yuanzhen say that the lamp was turned off, and then the oil lamp in the room really turned off. The two of them screamed at the same time.

The terrifying aura at this moment was too strong, and both of them felt that each other could not bring them a sense of security, because of the darkness, and no one could see anyone, and Huo Yuanzhen pulled them intentionally or unintentionally with his hands at this moment.

He felt that the direction of pulling came from Huo Yuanzhen. Ning Wanjun and Luo Caiyi, who were so scared that they were not possessed, didn't care much, and jumped out at the same time and rushed towards Huo Yuanzhen.

Huo Yuanzhen didn't expect the effect to be so strong, so she had to open her arms, one left and one right, and two delicate bodies of soft jade, warm and fragrant crawled into Huo Yuanzhen's arms.

Huo Yuanzhen even felt that when Ning Wanjun came over, there was still a trace of tears on her face. This simple little girl was actually scared to tears.

His conscience was broken, and he was very bad. Huo Yuanzhen complained secretly, but he did everything and it was useless to complain.

Huo Yuanzhen hugged their shoulders one by one, and said in a low voice: "Don't be afraid or not, I'm here, we can kill them all."

At this time, the two beauties in their arms stiffened for a moment before realizing that they had actually penetrated into his arms.

But they were indeed afraid to die. At this moment, the room was dark and no one could see each other. The darkness gave them courage. Although they were shy, they could still persevere. Both girls were lying in Huo Yuanzhen's arms, and they had no intention of leaving.

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