Being a tour guide for historical celebrities, the motherland is amazed again

Su Jiahe felt her legs trembling and she was in a dilemma.

Creepy music and shrill howls emanated from the depths of the haunted house, instantly filling the air with terror. At this point, He Shuangqing was also a little frightened.

"Sister Su, it's so dark in here, I can't see clearly." He Shuangqing took out his mobile phone, turned on the flashlight, and vaguely saw a few dark shadows in front.

"You know what, the look in here is really similar to my Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio." Pu Songling remained calm, looking into the distance with the help of a flashlight.

Several people followed the tourists in front of them and walked slowly forward. Suddenly, there was a "creaking" sound, and several dark shadows turned their heads, revealing their green faces and fangs.

"Ah!" Several tourists in front screamed. Su Jiahe heard the screams and quickly closed his eyes.

"Qingqing, what happened?"

"Don't be afraid, Sister Su, those are all dummies." He Shuangqing hugged Su Jiahe's arm tightly.

"Those look like ghost messengers, and they are quite realistic." Pu Songling continued to move forward as if nothing had happened. Su Jiahe happened to be holding his arm and was also pulled over.

After a few steps, there was a corner. A faint light shone down from the roof, and the figure of a beautiful woman vaguely emerged on the wall, her long black silk robe floating like waves.

"Ah——" Su Jiahe closed her eyes again.

"Hey, there's a beautiful woman." A young man in front actually opened his eyes wide and went closer to look, but the next second, the image of the beautiful woman turned into an evil ghost.

"Oh my god!" The young man let out a cry of surprise, and the sound echoed for a long time in the cramped haunted house.

"Haha" Pu Songling couldn't help laughing when he saw the young man's embarrassed look.

"An enchanting beauty may be a deadly demon beneath her skin; a righteous gentleman may be a treacherous villain at heart. The story of Painted Skin has been circulating for so long, yet some people still can't see clearly."

Around the corner was a small bridge. As soon as visitors stepped onto it, the bridge surface began to vibrate, as if on the verge of collapse. Countless wailing cries emanated from the water beneath.

"Is this the Naihe Bridge?" Su Jiahe knew that the sound under the bridge was a recording, but he still couldn't help but get goosebumps.

"Sister Su, it's really scary in here." He Shuangqing hugged Su Jiahe's back, looking straight ahead, not daring to look under the bridge.

After crossing the bridge, we came to a small path with small rectangular stone tablets on both sides, flashing green ghost lights.

A cold wind blew, and a red dress suddenly floated over everyone's heads, accompanied by a shrill laugh.

"Ah!" Although Su Jiahe had been covering his eyes, he felt the corner of the "female ghost's" clothes passing over his head.

"Sister Su, the exit is just ahead. Let's get out right away."

Su Jiahe's legs were numb and his mind was blank. With the support of He Shuangqing, he stumbled out of the exit. Only when he saw light in front of him did he dare to open his eyes.

"Finally we're out. I'll never play in a haunted house again." Su Jiahe held He Shuangqing's hand tightly, her heart still pounding.

"Where is Mr. Pu?" He Shuangqing suddenly discovered that Pu Songling did not come out with them.

Su Jiahe looked around and sure enough, there was no sign of Pu Songling.

"Oh no! He is so old, he wouldn't be scared to death in there." Su Jiahe turned around quickly and wanted to go back to find Pu Songling, but was stopped by the staff at the exit.

"There is a sixty-year-old man who got lost in there. Can we go in and look for him?" Su Jiahe looked anxious.

But just as he finished speaking, Pu Songling lifted the thick curtain and walked out.

"I didn't lose it. I thought it was interesting, so I looked inside more."

"Oh... okay, old sir, you are very brave." Su Jiahe hurriedly took Pu Songling and He Shuangqing out of the door. The warm sunshine shone on their bodies, and the chillness just now subsided a little.

"This haunted house is really great. I have often imagined going to the underworld and dealing with ghosts and gods in person. Although the haunted house is not real, it is about 80% similar to what I imagined." Pu Songling looked back at the haunted house, still feeling unsatisfied.

"Mr. Pu, it's so scary in there, are you okay?" He Shuangqing was afraid that the elderly Pu Songling would be frightened.

"If you don't do anything wrong, you don't have to worry about ghosts knocking on your door," Pu Songling said, waving his hand nonchalantly. "People are much scarier than ghosts."

He Shuangqing sighed softly after hearing this.

"Alas, indeed, people are scarier than ghosts."

After visiting the amusement park, it was already evening, and Su Jiahe drove Pu Songling and He Shuangqing home. It happened that Daji and the three boys had just finished their get out of class and saw Pu Songling.

"Sister Su, is this a new tourist?" Daji was the first to greet her.

"Miss Su, you have so many brothers and sisters at home." Pu Songling looked at the children with a smile in his eyes.

"Mr. Pu, they are all like you, they have traveled through time."

After Su Jiahe finished speaking, he introduced the identities of several people to Pu Songling one by one. However, when introducing Daji, Su Jiahe suddenly paused, not knowing whether to tell the truth.

"I am Su Daji of the Shang Dynasty, a daughter of the Su tribe." Daji took the initiative to introduce herself.

"Ah?" Pu Songling was stunned.

"I know that I have a bad reputation in later generations, and I was even written as being possessed by a fox spirit. Well, three thousand years have passed, it doesn't matter anymore." After coming to the modern era for a few months, Daji had gradually let it go.

Pu Songling couldn't help but exclaim in amazement as he saw a thousand-year-old person standing before him, alive and kicking.

"Oh my! I've been writing anecdotes all my life, and I never thought people today would be able to meet the ancients."

At this time, the family bucket meal that Su Jiahe ordered arrived, and everyone gathered together to have dinner.

"Old man, what do you do?" Liu Ziluan asked.

"Look at me, I almost forgot to introduce myself," Pu Songling quickly put down the chicken wings in his hand, "My surname is Pu, my given name is Songling, my name is Liuxian, and my nickname is Liuquan Jushi. I am a teacher and I like to write stories in my spare time."

"It turns out to be Mr. Liao Zhai. Nice to meet you." After a period of study, Liu Zhun learned a lot about later history.

"Old man, you must be a good storyteller." Liu Zixun immediately became interested.

"Not bad, I know hundreds of folk tales. How about I tell you one?"

"Okay!" The three boys didn't even bother to eat, and listened attentively to Pu Songling's lecture.

"It is said that there was once an emperor who loved cricket fighting and ordered officials at all levels to pay tribute to him with fine crickets..."

After hearing the story, the three boys all fell into deep thought.

"This emperor is too ridiculous. Because of his own preference, he has caused countless people to lose their fortunes and even their lives." Liu Zhun said angrily.

After listening to the whole story, Su Jiahe felt inexplicably familiar.

"Mr. Pu, this story is called "The Cricket," I've read it."

"Yes, that's it." Pu Songling nodded. "And this story is not groundless. The emperor in it is none other than Emperor Xuanzong of the Ming Dynasty."

"Zhu Zhanji?" Su Jiahe blurted out.

"That's him, known as the 'Cricket King'."

"Cricket Emperor?" Su Jiahe almost laughed out loud.

If Zhu Zhanji were still alive, I wonder what his expression would be like when he heard this story.

But since he sent back the complete Yongle Encyclopedia, I won't laugh at him. Besides, he should be still researching power systems right now and has no time for cricket fighting.

After dinner, Daji and the three boys went to do their homework, while Su Jiahe and He Shuangqing accompanied Pu Songling, drinking tea and chatting in the yard.

"It's really fun three hundred years later, especially the haunted house. I really want to see it again." Pu Songling sighed while eating watermelon.

"But it's really scary inside, especially that female ghost in red. She looks just like a real woman and I don't know how she can fly." He Shuangqing recalled his experience in the haunted house and couldn't help feeling a little curious.

"I don't know. I kept my eyes closed and didn't see it." Su Jiahe shook her head.

But at this time Pu Songling looked surprised.

"What red-dressed female ghost? Why didn't I see it?"