Shen Hui took the initiative to sink into the illusion of Qing Xingdeng, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that he had come outside a dilapidated hut. It was pitch black all around, and gusts of wind blew by, bringing faint screams and wailing sounds, which made people shudder. Now Shen Hui can't see anything except the hut in front of him. Although the hut in front of me was dilapidated, it was not small in size. There were lights on and people talking in a low voice. It seemed that there were quite a few people inside. I touched the things on my body, and found that neither the God Whip nor the Four Swords of Zhu Xian were on my body. But Shen Hui didn't care, because he could feel the connection with several weapons, and if he could use them at that time, he could directly summon several weapons into this space "It seems that now I'm going to enter this hut and listen to a hundred strange stories from that group of people." Shen Hui naturally knew the story of Hundred Monogatari and was not afraid at the moment. Push the door straight and walk in. "Squeak." The door of the dilapidated hut was pushed open by Shen Hui, making a harsh noise~.

Immediately, the people in the room who were whispering all turned their heads to look at Shen Hui in unison, without a trace of clarity in their eyes, and their expressions were dull. Seeing newcomers come in, they all showed ugly smiles on their faces. "Find a seat and sit down, Hundred Stories is about to begin." A withered old man sitting on the top said to Shen Hui, there was a running lamp covered with a blue lampshade in front of him, which caught Shen Hui's attention. Strangely, the old man spoke the language of Sakura flower country, but Shen Hui could understand him. Nodding his head, Shen Hui walked to the farthest corner of the room, only there was an empty seat there. When Shen Hui walked towards the empty seat, everyone's eyes were fixed on Shen Hui, as if they were looking at a walking food. Being stared at by so many people, Shen Hui didn't feel uncomfortable at all, just calmly walked to his seat and finished, waiting for the beginning of Hundred Stories. This is all thanks to those old ladies who sat outside the gate of Shen's house to enjoy the shade all day long. It wasn't until Shen Hui sat down safely that the people present slowly looked away. "Everyone is here." "Hundred Monogatari, let's begin." The leader withered old man said, took off the lampshade of the blue running lamp, and then lit the candle placed in front of him. All the people present also stepped forward to light their own candles one by one. Taking this opportunity, Shen Hui observed all the people present, and found that there were ninety-nine people in total. Plus myself, exactly one hundred. At this time, it was my turn to light the candles. All eyes were on Shen Hui, as if they were waiting for Shen Hui to come forward and light the candles. But Shen Hui didn't do what they wanted, he just stretched out his hand and flicked the candle lightly.

"puff." The crimson flame lit Shen Hui's candle. In this gloomy environment, the flickering red flame on Shen Hui's candle was much more pleasing to the eye than the blue flame on other people's candles. Apparently, none of the people present thought that Shen Hui didn't use the fire they had prepared to light the candles, which had never happened before. The dry old man was also a little confused, but he was the chief among the group of people after all. Now that the candle has been sunk, the fire of any color is meaningless. So he didn't show much, just opened his mouth, and said in a hoarse and deep accent: "Today, it's up to me to tell you the first strange story... As the old man opened his mouth, in the dilapidated hut, there seemed to be a gloomy wind blowing, and a gust of cold air rushed towards his face. Shen Hui was not in a hurry either, he knew that it seemed that he had been in this illusion for a long time, but in reality, it only passed for a moment. Except that I was really confused after seeing the Tao, otherwise, no matter how long I stayed here, there would be no problem. "A long time ago, there was a man named Juro." "Because he couldn't bear the poor life and divorced his wife, he married a rich and prestigious lady and became an official." "But the new life made Juro more and more tired, and he missed his good wife who was weaving at home all day. A year later, Juro came home one night, and his wife didn't blame him at all. "But Juro woke up the next morning and found a black-haired skeleton lying beside him." Hearing this, Shen Hui knew that the story told by the old man corresponded to another kind of monster in the folklore of Sakura, the Bone Girl. 0…ask for flowers…… Although the bone girl had died long ago, she carried a certain obsession with this world. Although the body has already decayed, the soul is attached to the bones. A woman who was insulted, bullied, and ravaged by others died in anger. With that obsession, she drove her bones back to the human world and turned into a ghost to claim her life. Because there is only a pile of bones left, he will use human skin to disguise himself. Most of the people she retaliated against were men, and most of them were of bad conduct. Soon, the old man's strange talk was over. After finishing his strange story, the old man blew out the candle with a blue flame in front of him in one breath. One candle was missing in the room, although it didn't look like there was any change, but Shen Hui knew that as more and more candles were extinguished, these guys in front of him would reveal their true colors at that time. Seeing that the old man had finished telling his story, the second person also spoke. "It is rumored that in deep Yamanaka, there lives a mysterious monster, who has a beautiful appearance similar to that of a human being, wearing a white kimono, with skin like snow, long light blue hair, and a cold nature. .” "She is a subordinate of the mountain god, in charge of snow in winter." "Therefore, people call her, Snow Maiden Another ghost story about two monsters in the folk records of Sakura flower country. Shen Hui listened to their strange stories with great interest.

During this period of time, Shen Hui was basically on the road non-stop. Now it is rare to have time to rest and listen to ghost stories. How could Shen Hui not want to. Each strange talk is very short, no more than a few minutes. This man's strange talk is over. After blowing out the burning green candle in front of him, the man cast his eyes on the next person. The light in the room dimmed again. The third person also opened his mouth to talk about his strange stories, and Shen Hui just sat there and listened quietly, each wonderful story has already attracted Shen Hui's attention. Tenth, twenty, thirty... As everyone present finished telling their strange stories one by one, the number of burning candles in the room became less and less... Chuan...