"Nie Xiaoqian from the world of Ghost Story of the Chinese Girl begs the sky to pardon her with Ning Caichen. Do you accept this wish?"

“...It’s too exaggerated.”

After receiving the new wish, Wang Xiao was also a little overwhelmed.

He has seen the Ghost Story of A Chinese Girl, and it is definitely a classic long-legged work... It is a classic masterpiece.

But this wish is different from humans and ghosts. How can we achieve this?

Wang Xiao scratched his hair and subconsciously wanted to give up.

But when I thought about it, there was no loss if I couldn’t finish it, so I’ll give it a try.

He turned on the computer and began to search for relevant information.

"Huh? Why are there two Chinese Ghost Story?"

Seeing that the movie that was filmed recently was actually played by Bai Xianchu, Wang Xiao immediately clicked on the playback with great interest.

After watching it, he drank a sip of water with a pale face.

"Don't be this one, I can't stand it. What the hell is it filming? It's turned into a romance drama."

Wang Xiao, who was almost poisoned to death, quickly turned off the computer.

He swore that if the wish world was this, he would immediately give up the task and come back.

It took a day to adjust the excitement.

Wang Xiao took a deep breath and "accept the wish."

The eyes turned dark, and then there was a pungent smell.

The taste is similar to the one that comes to India as legendary.

Open your eyes and there is a narrow cell in front of you.

The ground was covered with straw, and all kinds of crawlers were shuttled back and forth.

An oil lamp was hung on the wall, and the dim flames flashed, illuminating a figure with disheveled hair and dirty body in the corner of the wall.

Wang Xiao glanced at the window on the wall of the prison cell, and a ray of cold moonlight shone in, with a hint of chill.

'oh.'

He stepped forward and walked to the figure who was writing and painting on the wall with stones.

I squatted down and looked at it for a while, "Old man, where is this?"

The man turned around and was a middle-aged man with a bad complexion. "Are you blind?"

"Of course not."

"Since I'm not blind, why can't I tell that this is a prison here?"

"Prison." Wang Xiao thought for a while, "It's not right, why did you throw it here for me?"

"Of course I was caught and left here."

The old man laughed and said, "My ancestors had no vision, so they asked me to pursue knowledge, and let me write books and pass on the world. Who knew that when writing travel notes, they said that I leaked state secrets, wrote history, said that I used the past to mock the present, annotated military tactics, and said that I instigated rebellion, wrote stories of gods and monsters, and said that I led superstition. Finally, I rewrite the biography of a celebrity, but the celebrity was killed and was designated as a rioter. I and him were sentenced to life imprisonment. Alas, life is a prison!"

Wang Xiao smiled, "Then you heard it, aren't it because the feng shui of the place where the ancestors buried in their homes is not good?"

He could already confirm that this is indeed the world of Ghost Story of the Chinese Girl. After all, this old man's words are classic jokes and have a wide range of spread.

It's just the prison where Ning Caichen was imprisoned after being arrested in the second part.

Time is wrong. If you come here, wouldn’t it mean that Nie Xiaoqian has been reincarnated? That’s all that much wish?

"Young man, how did you come in."

Wang Xiao smiled and said, "It doesn't matter how you come in, but how you go out is the key. By the way, do you recognize a nerd named Ning Caichen?"

"Ning Caichen? I haven't heard of it."

"There are cockroaches!" the old man shouted, rushed over and grabbed the cockroach and threw it into his mouth. "It's really delicious, more fragrant than chicken legs."

Wang Xiao frowned. This old man should be the scholar of Tongtian and Zhuge Wolong.

The name is very awesome, but the name is even more awesome.

"Wang Xiao!"

A jailer came outside the prison and came over with a bowl of food outside. "I've eaten. I'll go on the road after I finish eating."

Wang Xiao got up, walked to the prison door and looked over. The food was pretty good, and there were vegetables and chicken legs in the meal, so he even spared a glass of wine.

"So your surname is Wang."

Zhuge Wolong engraved the word "Winning" on the wall, "Eat quickly, it's time to get on the road after you finish eating."

"Is this a slaughtered meal?"

"That's all, can you give chicken legs if you don't have a broken head rice? And you can drink wine?"

Wang Xiao laughed and said, "The food is not very good, I'll give it to you."

Zhuge Wolong, who was about to make Wang character fork, turned to look at him, "Really?"

Wang Xiao nodded, "I never lie."

Zhuge Wolong hurriedly ran over, and took the food and wine through the fence thicker than his arm, and ate it all in a mess.

"Young man, you are a good person, but your life is not good."

"How do you say this?"

"Look outside, there are sharpening knives there. This is a pity to use you as a scapegoat."

"That's right." Wang Xiao nodded slightly. "It's always three o'clock in the afternoon when you start the surgery. Now, killing people in the middle of the night must not be a good thing."

Zhuge Wolong, who was clinging between his teeth, looked at him, "Are you afraid?"

"Why am I afraid?" Wang Xiao said with a funny look. "It's true that he is not lucky, but it's not me. They are those guys outside. They have provoked people they shouldn't have provoked."

Zhuge Wolong walked over and circled around Wang Xiao for a few times, "Are you crazy?"

"My spirit is normal." Wang Xiao nodded his head and walked towards the prison door. "Old man, stop writing books. The failure of writing books is unlucky. The money earned by tiring and hard work is difficult to support the family. It is better to go home and farm."

Zhuge Wolong watched Wang Xiao with his eyes, reached out and held the wooden fence, as if he was tearing a piece of paper, easily destroying the fence.

His eyes were widened, "Monster."

Walking out of the prison, Wang Xiao stepped directly to the escorts and prison guards who were sharpening their knives.

"Hey, who is? Ah!"

Two were killed, leaving one behind. Wang Xiao looked at him and asked, "Who asked me to be the scapegoat?"

The prison guard stammered, "Yes, the county magistrate."

"Are there any good people in the yamen?"

The jailer was silent.

"Are there any bad people in the prison?"

The jailer was still silent.

Wang Xiao nodded and "understand."

He slapped the prison guard's forehead and stood up and walked towards the county government. After a short while, a series of shrill screams came faintly.

Zhuge Wolong saw this scene through the window and was so scared that he hurriedly lay back on the haystack.

What kind of story can be written in my heart when I look at this matter.

When he constructed the outline in his mind, Wang Xiao was back there.

Zhuge Wolong watched Wang Xiao open the prison door, and all the people who were locked ran out in a swarm.

Wang Xiao walked to Zhuge Wolong and looked at him condescendingly, "Are you leaving?"

Zhuge Wolong had a sensitive nose and smelled a very heavy bloody smell on Wang Xiao. He shook his head and said, "I'm used to living. I'll be caught when I write anything outside, so I'll stay here."

"All the people in the cell have left, you are the only one left. When the government comes back, they will definitely not let you go. If you are afraid of being caught writing books, then go and be a storyteller. Just do it yourself."

"Wait a minute." Seeing Wang Xiao turn and leave, Zhuge Wolong called him. He took out a booklet and a sign with Wolong from the straw pile and handed it to him, "You are a good person, I'll give it to you."

Looking at the three words "Human Dao" on the book cover, Wang Xiao smiled.

The next day, the entire county town went crazy, saying that the county government was haunted, and everyone died from the county magistrate to the yamen runner overnight.

"I heard that everyone in the cell was released."

"I heard it was done by monsters."

"I heard it was a monster with two horns, nostrils, and mouth full of fangs."

"I heard that he was a monster with a magnificent figure, tall and tall, and a tail."

"I heard..."

In the black shop in the county town, a group of ferocious-looking guys were telling the story of last night with a mouth full of mouth.
To be continued...