Mysterious Resurrection of Man Tianqin

Chapter 38 The Strange Story (for further reading)
After meeting with Wang Xiaoming, Sun Xing happily left the building with three ghost candles in hand. For him, nothing was important, and strengthening his own strength was the most important thing.

The three ghost candles are also a rare resource for him, a folk ghost master.

On his way back, an old man on the side of the street stopped him again.

"Young man, I'm bored, how about chatting with me, how about I tell you a story?"

"Why are you again? Have we met?"

Sun Xing frowned. He had already seen this old man in the afternoon, but now he ran into him again.

"This shows that we are destined. Besides, my family is in No. [-] Middle School. Isn't it normal for you to meet me around here?" The old man sat by the street and poked the ground with his walking stick.

Sun Xing was at a loss for words for a moment, and he really didn't go out of the scope of the No. [-] Middle School.

"Then you old man can't keep teasing me all the time, can you? I'm not a three-year-old kid, what stories do I hear?" Sun Xingdao.

"Hey, you child, the classics will be passed down forever. It seems that I am really old, and I am an old thing that everyone hates." The old man said, standing up with a hunched back, leaning on the walking stick, step by step towards Go deep into the alley.

"Hey, why am I in the mood to listen to your stories? This world is full of strange things. Wait a minute. What does this smell like, corpse smell?"

Sun Xing sniffed vigorously, only to find that there was a faint stench in the air at some point, floating indistinctly.

Fortunately, the place where he was standing was a fork in the road, and there was a lot of circulation in all directions. The smell was faint and faint.

"Is the old man a trick?"

His face became serious for a moment, and his intuition told him that there was something wrong with this old man, but then he shook his head again. He had just had close contact with this old man, and there was nothing unusual at all, nor did he have any ghostly features.

"It's the alley deep in the street."

That was the direction where the old man came, and now it is the direction where the old man left. His back still stayed at the end of the street, falling into Sun Xing's eyes.

"Would you like to take a look? One more thing is worse than one less thing." Sun Xing's first thought was to get out of here, and now he was sure that something was wrong around here.

Because this is an old-fashioned community, with tube buildings on both sides, and the streets look very old. It stands to reason that it is a densely populated place, at least a few people should be seen.

But in the depths of the alley, at the end, the silence was terrifying, and there seemed to be no sound at all.
Silence, deathly silence.

The fork in the road where Sun Xing was staying was in the downtown area, and it was very lively. For a while, no one paid attention to the strangeness in the depths of the alley.

There was a rancid smell in the air.

"No, I'm still staying in Dahong City. If I don't go and see it now, I won't be able to run away after this ghost kills a whole city. At worst, I will use Ghost Domain to escape when I encounter danger."

Thinking of this, Sun Xing followed. He felt that something was wrong with the old man.

But I don't know if the old man's legs and feet are too fast, or he is walking slower.

In the blink of an eye, the figure of the old man disappeared around the corner at the end of the alley.

Sun Xing followed immediately. At the end of the alley was a fork in the road. It was also an old-fashioned street, but it was very narrow and belonged to a passage-like existence.

Arriving here, the smell of corpses in the air became more intense.

Sun Xing looked along the place where the smell was strong, and saw an old man sitting next to a stone step not far away. It was the old man from before. At some point, he changed his position, and he was still in the same posture with a different posture. Yes, there is someone opposite him this time.

It was a little boy wearing a red scarf, who looked no more than five or six years old, carrying a schoolbag, and was bouncing down the aisle, kicking pebbles along the way, and kept moving forward.

Soon, he arrived directly in front of the old man.

"Hey, the little guy is out of school?"

The old man stretched out his walking stick to stop him, and said.

"Well, we've finished class a long time ago." The little boy was taken aback for a moment, and then he stood opposite the old man and replied.

"Is the little guy in a hurry to go home? Don't worry, the uncle will tell you a story, okay?"

The old man smiled kindly, took back his walking stick, squatted opposite the little boy and said.

"I don't want to listen, our teacher has told me many stories, and I have to go home and play games." The little boy was a little stubborn.

"What's so fun about games?" The old man seemed to be disgusted with this word.

"Games are very fun. I want to play games and win the Asian Cup. Then I will make a lot of money and become the world's number one player." The little boy retorted.

"Okay, okay, play games, play games. Do you want to hear a very novel story here? The classics will be passed down forever. You have never heard of them before." The old man patted his head and said.

"Okay then, but you have to make sure that I haven't heard of it. If I have, I won't listen to it." The little boy opened his eyes wide and said.

"That's necessary, old man, the rice I've eaten, bah, I've eaten more salt than the rice you've eaten, and if you pick it up, it's a new story." The old man was very excited, patted his chest and said.

Sun Xing at the side stood in the ghost domain, covering himself, watching the scene quietly.

"Could it be that I made a mistake?"

He really didn't find anything unusual, and the old man on the other side had already started talking about it. As he said, he really opened his mouth to tell a story.

"Listen to me! There used to be a little boy who didn't like studying. When he was a child, he was always criticized by the teacher in school, and he always didn't do his homework."

The little boy was a little angry when he heard it, and said: "It doesn't sound good at all, I won't listen to it!" After finishing speaking, he was about to leave.

"Hey, I haven't said anything exciting yet, why don't you wait a little longer." The old man stopped him.

"Okay then, hurry up and talk about the exciting part." The little boy seemed a little angry.

"Later, the little boy dropped out of school and fell in love with playing games. He played for more than ten years in a row. Finally, in his year, he was extremely gifted in games. Along the way, he went from the national team to the league, and then to the Asian Cup. Breaking out of the World Cup, becoming No.1 in the history of the game, and winning tens of millions in bonuses alone.”

The little boy became more and more fascinated as he listened, the corners of his mouth were already grinning, his eyes gradually lost their luster, and he kept clapping his hands and applauding.

Sun Xing, who was in the ghost town, finally noticed that something was wrong. The corner of the boy's mouth had already grinned in an astonishing arc, and he was still applauding. The old man on the opposite side seemed not to notice, and he was still engrossed in telling the story. The boy His mouth started to bleed, and he was still laughing, the corners of his mouth getting wider and wider.

The blood gradually pooled on the ground, and the boy was bleeding all over his body, but he was still grinning.

"In the end, the little boy was in his 20s, already wealthy, and became the boss of a group. How about it, little guy, are you satisfied with my story?"

The little boy didn't speak, just clapped his hands.

"Do you know who this little boy is?"

The old man was talking to himself.

The little boy shook his head.

"It's you."

After finishing speaking, the little boy's eyes went dark, his head fell to the ground in an instant, his body stood upright, and his hands were still clapping.

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