"New Liaozhai Story" - When the mist of the old forests in the countryside spreads through the old streets and deep alleys, the "evil things" passed down by word of mouth will appear in the world of fireworks. There are no rootless rumors here, only the shocking moments experienced by our ancestors and hidden in the folds of time.
Perhaps it was the old locust tree at the entrance of the village sobbing in the moonlight night, perhaps it was the sudden creaking of the beams deep in the ancient house, or perhaps the past events told by the elders in a lowered voice while enjoying the cool air on a summer night. Every story sinks to the bottom of the riverbed of folk memory. There is no need for thrilling sound effects. Just telling it normally is enough to send chills down your spine.
Tonight, follow me through the fog and push open the creaking wooden door. The tea is brewed and the story is in full swing. Be brave enough and let's open this book of real strange things together - those who are timid, please come back in the morning light.
Reader comments
I especially enjoy hearing this kind of story. I'm not afraid to listen to ghost stories. There are feelings, there is good, there is evil. Educate people to accumulate good deeds and become virtuous. Good things come to good people.
I especially enjoy hearing this kind of story. I'm not afraid to listen to ghost stories. There are feelings, there is good, there is evil. Educate people to accumulate good deeds and become virtuous. Good things come to good people.