Lingjian Ghost Story: Fenglu Hanzhang

The noisy sounds outside the room gradually subsided, and it was so quiet that people were not used to it.Chang An couldn't help thinking of his deceased parents. If they were still alive, he would be like others, a carefree child who occasionally got into trouble.But they are gone, leaving themselves forever.

Maybe it was the long-lost silence that made him feel overwhelmed, maybe it was the past happiness that made him feel lost, Chang An's eyes kept overflowing with tears, but he didn't make a sound at all, he just bit his lips tightly and swallowed the pained sobs Into the lungs.Crying and crying, I was so tired that I fell asleep.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, the village that was supposed to be completely silent suddenly heard a distant and gloomy flute sound.Chang An woke up suddenly, his eyes blurred, as if he had been summoned by a strange call.Chang An sat up involuntarily, and walked out stiffly step by step.The little bit of consciousness left told him that this was the way to the Weishui River. Could it be... there are really water ghosts?

Chang An felt a little terrified, but also somewhat looking forward to it. It might not be a relief to end everything like this.The sound of the flute was getting closer and closer, Chang An recalled the route, and the Guancai Bridge was not far ahead.Speaking of Guancai Bridge, Chang An felt that the name was ironic, and none of the generations of Changjia Village had been admitted to fame.I heard some old people say that hundreds of years ago, there was a champion in the examination, but on the day when he was parading in the street, the tall horse he was riding suddenly went crazy, threw him off, and trampled him to death...

Chang An thought a little further, and when he came back to his senses, it seemed that the Guancai Bridge had arrived.The moonlight was a bit dim, but there was still a little moonlight rippling gently on the Weishui River, which was extraordinarily soft and reassuring.Attracted by the sound of the flute, Chang An walked towards the bridge step by step. Suddenly, he saw a tall figure, no, it should be... a ghost...

The ghost seemed to have discovered him, the sound of the flute stopped suddenly, and Chang An's body regained his freedom.Chang An moved his stiff neck and arms, looking at the Weishui ghost with fear and curiosity.Under the soft moonlight, Chang An was surprised to find that this ghost looks really good-looking!It's not the kind of feminine beauty, but delicate and dignified, with the feeling of a gentleman.If it wasn't for his pale face, Chang An would almost feel that this is just some young master who is enjoying a night outing.

The Weishui ghost put down the flute from his lips, and put it on his waist.Every gesture shows a refined temperament.He opened his mouth flat and softly, his voice was like the gurgling of the Wei River: "You want to see me?"

Chang An was taken aback by his question, as if...he really wanted to see him...Chang An was still a little dazed, why didn't the ghost in front of him look vicious at all, could he really eat children?Thinking of this, Chang An couldn't help but asked hesitantly: "Are you the water ghost they said? And... do you really like to eat children?"

Hearing this, the Weishui ghost smiled happily, but even his smile was just right and elegant.He asked back: "Who told you that I like to eat children? Also, it's true that I'm a ghost, but I'm not a water ghost."

Chang An felt dazed, he actually felt that this ghost brother laughed... he was so handsome that he was going to poke his heart!Chang An replied with a little embarrassment: "I heard what the adults said... But, you are not a water ghost, what is that? You... What is your name?"

The Weishui ghost is happier now, I have never seen anyone rashly interested in the ghost's name. "Meng Cangwu." Chang An didn't react for a while, and said "ah" in a daze.Meng Cangwu repeated it again with a smile, and said word by word: "My name is Meng... Cang... Wu..."