''Uncle, even mowing the grass is boring, let's tell the story!"
''Yes, yes, just like before."
In the stable, a few soldiers cutting grass sent such an "invitation" to the old man again. They were responsible for taking care of the horses on weekdays. If there was no war, or the horses were sick, they would have to repeat almost similar tasks every day.
The task is to cut horse grass all over the mountains and fields in the morning, and move the grass to the sun at noon as a backup for migration. The evening is free and only needs to cut the horse grass for the next day, but it is also the most boring time period. The only thing I am lucky about is
It was because they were accompanied by a veteran who knew how to tell stories. The veteran often told them to write weird stories to relieve their boredom. In fact, he had already passed the age of marching and served. He could have returned to his hometown and lived his peaceful life, and no longer had to endure it.
It was a bitter cold at the border, but he had no family. Other veterans could enjoy family happiness when they returned home, but he only had the loneliness of being an old man and having no one to rely on. Therefore, he chose to stay in the army and continue his career of feeding horses for most of his life. In the eyes of other soldiers, he
Not only is he a dedicated veteran, he is also an encyclopedia of horses. He is familiar with the habits, physical fitness, and gestures of communication with horses. In addition, he has countless stories in his mind that add to his knowledge.
His erudite charm, especially some stories that he thinks are old-fashioned, can always surprise young people. But he also has a strange habit of telling stories, that is, he only tells half of the wonderful stories and leaves the remaining half for next time, no matter what
No matter how angry and frustrated the soldiers were, or when they begged for help, the old man would never give in. Speaking of it, the old man's behavior was a bit like a businessman doing business. He fully whetted the appetite of the soldiers and made the latter want to do something.
Listen to the story, ha! The old man still has a lot of work to do. The old man has soreness in his legs and feet.
"In this way, if the soldiers want to continue listening to the story, they must agree with his request,
It can be said that both sides get what they need.
At this moment, the horses had just been inspected, and the young men, who could not bear the loneliness of the night, brought all the fodder to the old man, as eager as courtship, and invited the old man to tell some stories to entertain him. Although they were destined to only hear half of it, it was better than
It's fun to stare at a group of horses or a pile of hay.
The old man looked at the soldier who made the suggestion with his wrinkled eyes, staring at him for a long time without saying anything.
The young man was stared at for no reason, so he stopped chewing, spit out a piece of straw, wiped his face, and asked softly: "Is my face dirty?"
The old man snorted pretentiously, "It's very dirty and annoying. You are the most annoying. There are so many stories. Old man, I have exhausted my talents and have nothing more to say."
''Come on, you use this sentence every time to evade. You don't have to beat around the bush. Just tell us what you want us to do for you. Everyone knows it."
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Seeing that the old man was too lazy to pay attention to him, the young man was a little impatient and quickly suggested: "It doesn't matter if you can't remember. Just make it up now so that everyone can enjoy it."
The old man frowned and scolded: "That's easy to say, why don't you make up one for everyone to hear?"
The young man smiled slyly, "Hey, no one takes what you usually say seriously anyway, and no one cares whether the stories you tell are true or false!"
As soon as he said these words, the old man's brows furrowed even deeper, and a surge of displeasure surged into his heart. He leaned over and slapped him on the head, and said angrily: "Yes, it's fake, it's so deceptive, you little bastard still listen to it"
Are you enjoying it with relish?''
He rubbed the pain and murmured, "That's why you still want to hear it!"
Others also booed and urged, "Yes, just make up another one, no, just make up half of it!"
The old man glanced at the eager eyes across from him, knowing that the atmosphere was brewing enough, so he stopped trying to evade, for fear of being left out, so another story popped out from his professional and persuasive tone.
Because the old man started to speak despite his repeated calls, the soldiers stopped what they were doing and subconsciously moved their positions to show that they were a group of loyal fans.
The old man closed his eyes in concentration, his expression was very different from usual. The soldiers had never seen him preparing for such a heart-stopping opening at this moment. His gloomy face reminded people that he was racking his brains to organize the words for a story, or
They searched hard for the most different story behind the many stories in their memory, but the soldiers expected the latter more than the former.
''I forgot how long it has been since the beginning of the story. I only know that looking back now, I still have the depressing and cold feeling at that time. It was the Warring States Period, and no one in Zhao Guoyan City wanted to go there.
The four words mentioned..."
Suddenly, a cool breeze came, and the noise in the valley suddenly became silent. No one heard clearly the old man's vague whisper just now, and no one noticed the slightest shiver from his body. When the old man opened his eyes, he frowned.
When they frowned, the soldiers suddenly felt that the old man's Adam's apple was about to wriggle out words that were different from the past, because his expression made people feel unspeakably worried.
''Four words, why don't you want to mention it?'' A soldier was confused.
''Because they dare not, because they are afraid. Of course, what they fear is not these four words, but the massacre hidden in these four words."
''Is there any necessary connection between these four words and massacre?'' The soldier asked anxiously. At this moment, other soldiers cast dissatisfied looks at him. He repeatedly whispered, "Okay, okay, no fighting."
Just cut it off''.
Others argued: "What are these four evil words?"
The old man slowly said: "Black, color, fire, flame." When he said these four words, his face was painful, and his voice was nervous and trembling, or extremely weak. "That is a kind of fire that can swallow up the night.
, is a curse spread in Zhao Guoyan City. Every night, anyone who sees it cannot escape the curse of death."
"No one has seen it, so we can't prove its authenticity. Old man, this story is quite interesting." A soldier came over to praise the story, and the other soldiers nodded in approval.
"No! Someone has confirmed it," the old man concluded, with fear clearly revealed on his old face, but no one noticed that his wrinkled hands were tightly kneaded, "Then
The man died abnormally in the end, but before he died, he still said something. On that night when he was so dark that he couldn't see anything, when he returned home with heavy steps, his brother noticed the look on his face.
He was pale and bloodless, with bulging eyeballs, as if the fatigue struck from deep inside his body, like thunder in the sky that struck him out of his soul. This was completely different from his usual appearance. His younger brother asked him what he was talking about, and
The first thing he said to his brother was, 'I'm already dead.'"
Hearing this, everyone was confused, "Huh? How strange, can dead people still walk and talk?"
"He only said that when the flames that caught his eye rushed towards him, his body was not burned. He only felt that the essence of life was quickly burned out, his soul no longer existed, and the conscious thinking in his body was only left with hysterical emptiness.
The cold was terrifying. Even though his body was back home, he felt empty inside and his soul no longer existed. That's why he said he was dead. The next day, everyone saw him staring in horror.
His appearance was extremely frighteningly thin, and his body seemed to have completely changed its original healthy appearance due to the rapid loss of nutrients. Finally, he closed his eyes amidst the soulless chanting of 'black flames', and when he died, his whole body was dry, and his body was completely dry.
I couldn't find a drop of fresh blood."
One soldier shuddered quietly and murmured, "I guess he's not the only one who died."
''Hmm!'' The old man suddenly tugged at the hem of his clothes in front of his heart, with a painful look on his face, as if he was struggling in front of black flames. The pain spread from his heart to his whole body. The soldiers couldn't help but look at each other, secretly admiring the old man's masterful acting skills at this moment.
Another line soared, reaching another new height, and the body rendering was almost lifelike by his operation. However, seeing his appearance, everyone suddenly felt distressed again, and asked softly: "What happened next?"
The old man glanced at everyone with dull eyes and said: "Regarding his bizarre death, some people in the city thought that he had some strange disease, and some thought that he encountered something unclean, such as a monster or something."
He took away his life, but that man's death was just the beginning of a terror that swept the entire city. The people who followed him had the exact same death state as him. They also said the same black flame before they died, and the unknown black flame was...
The same weird way took away the lives of many people, one, two, three••••
It was the ugly wars that had lasted for thousands of years that turned into a murderous curse, and it came to the proverb city to punish the world. This theory gradually became the public opinion, but the living villagers still could not escape the sanctions of the unknown force, so they abandoned the things they had survived for generations.
They were exiled to various vassal states during the Warring States Period. I don’t know what their fate will be after that, but one thing I know very well is that they will never forget the massacre of black flames that no living person has ever seen in their lifetime."
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''Hey! Old man, you haven't said the main point for a long time. How can the black flames be seen clearly in the dark night? There are flaws in the story you made up!'' A soldier pointed this out and wanted to use this sentence.
To ease the cold atmosphere around him, he also took advantage of this opportunity to scold the old man. Unexpectedly, a lively word broke his imagination.
"This is not a flaw." Everyone turned their heads and saw Linghu Mu, the captain of the archery team, approaching.
''You know?'' The old man smiled playfully.
"Yes, I know." Linghu Mu's eyes were very different, and his confident eyes were focused directly on the old man's face.
A flash of astonishment flashed in the old man's old and dim eyeballs, but after a moment he laughed mockingly, "Hahahaha, you can't know, I don't want to hear your nonsense anymore, that's all for today, I want to rest
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Linghu Mu called him with provocative words. He said: "Old guy, I have to admit that the story you told is not terrible at all. To me, it is simply stupid to the extreme. You have made up the facts."
Ghosts are just used to frighten these ignorant young people. Why? Because I have seen the kind of fire you described, because I am still alive now."
"Whatever you say, I'm tired and want to rest." The mockery on the old man's face became even more intense. Although telling half of the story was his usual style, looking at it from another angle, it was obvious that he was
Too lazy to pay attention to this sudden arrogant guy.
''The reason why black flames can be seen in the dark night is because the eyes cannot see things in the dark night, but the body can feel the presence of something terrible and feel fear, so a strange black color is produced in the mind.
Imagination, like a billowing black flame, is this what the story was originally about, huh? "Lieful old guy." Under the dim moonlight, Linghu Mu's voice was like the sound of deep digging, breaking the cold and silent atmosphere just now.
''Ugh! I felt something terrible, you, how could you!??'' The old man couldn't help but take a few steps back. In this way, it seemed that a dying relative many years ago also described it this way. The next moment,
His consciousness seemed to be exploded into pieces, carrying wind and electricity, knocking him to the point of collapse and about to faint. He suddenly laughed intermittently in a daze, "Hey hey•&#
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The young men took a breath and were really frightened by his weird laughter. They persuaded him: "Old man, stop laughing, it makes people feel scared." They thought that the old man was angry with Linghu Mu.
In addition, he is too old and is afraid that he will die if he smiles like this.
The old man suddenly started coughing, coughing violently and heartbreakingly. This lasted for a while before he calmed down. His expression seemed to be that great sadness and pain were tumbling in his heart and then helplessly sinking down little by little. Finally, he calmed down.
The sadness and fear that settled in his heart turned into speechless sadness, "Is it coming again? After so many years, the curse has returned." He said no more and walked towards the tent tremblingly.
A soldier yelled at Linghu Mu, "You bastard, how can you talk like this? How can you make a bunch of old men so angry? Just leave! We don't welcome you here."
''Yeah, that's really unreasonable, get out of here quickly''.
Linghu Mu's face was calm. When he turned his head, a proud smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
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