Becoming a life winner from infancy

"Hey, I am a grade 10 drum prodigy, okay? Don\'t always remember me as the last one, alright?"

At this moment, Qu Mo kindly pointed out to Xia Nuo, "Nuo Nuo, if you\'re scared, you can go play over there and not listen to our stories."

"Hmm..."

Xia Nuo hesitated for a moment but didn\'t walk away. Instead, he retorted with hands on hips, "I\'m already preparing for the courage test, what\'s there to be afraid of in a ghost story!"

[Awesome! The most interesting ghost story segment is coming]

[Kids these days really know how to have fun]

[Is Nuo Nuo brave or not, I can\'t even tell anymore]

[Probably just a noob who loves to play]

"Since that\'s the case, I\'ll start off with a ghost story then..."

Who would have thought, apart from being a grade 10 drummer, I\'m also a master at telling ghost stories!

How talented am I!

Qu Mo once scared his little brother, who was only five years old at the time, with his ghost stories, to the point of him not being able to sleep all night.

Then he got a beating from his mom.

This was proof enough of his storytelling ability!

Qu Mo decided to pull out a ghost story he had been keeping under his bed.

"Alright, I\'m going to start now."

Qu Mo cleared his throat, and then he began his ghost story.

"The night grew deep, and the father was putting his son to bed, getting ready to lull him to sleep."

"The son said, \'Daddy, can you check under my bed for monsters? I\'m a little scared.\'

"The father pretended to comply and looked under the bed, where he found a little boy exactly like his son quivering in fear and staring at the man, saying, \'Daddy... there\'s someone on my bed!\'"

Creating the right atmosphere is crucial when telling a spine-chilling ghost story.

The storytelling scene should be in a desolate place, and right now, we\'re just at the quiet village pavilion, which is a perfect match!

The storytelling time is more lethal at night, and the current time fits perfectly!

The storyteller has to be good at creating suspense, with emotional ups and downs in his voice. The tone and rhythm follow the development of the story, using vivid words and metaphors to describe visual, auditory, tactile, and even olfactory horror experiences.

Qu Mo did none of that!

He was eager to tell his ghost story, so he skipped over the parts that were supposed to be frightening.

After listening, everyone felt somewhat nonplussed, including Xia Nuo, who yawned while listening without feeling scared at all.

"Is that it? That\'s all?"

"Your ghost story is so embarrassing, it\'s like it was meant for 3-year-olds."

"What the heck, and here I thought you were going to tell something really scary."

"True to being last in everything, even the ghost story you tell ranks last!"

How, how could this happen!

Qu Mo\'s last bit of confidence was mercilessly shattered!

When my little brother heard this ghost story, he was clearly scared half to death and crying for mom!

"Alright, alright, let\'s stop there, next, who\'s next...?"

"I\'ll tell a ghost story too." Su Mumu raised his hand high, then smiled and said, "Um... but because it happened to me personally, it\'s particularly memorable."

Su Mumu thought for a while, "It was a big sister who\'s really good at riding motorcycles who told me about it. She encountered a motorcyclist wearing a helmet while she was crossing a tunnel. She thought the other\'s motorcycle was really cool, so she followed to chat with them, but then she discovered something terrifying!"

"That was... she saw, on the wheels of the motorcycle, there were blurry, damp, bright red things. Not only that, but she smelled a very pungent odor, not the smell of gasoline, but a kind of fishy scent, like pork that had rotted and turned stinky... Have you smelled it before?"

The children all shook their heads one after another but were starting to get nervous.

"Then, the motorcyclist ignored the big sister and just rode off, zooming away."

"The big sister was very curious, so she chased after them on her motorcycle, and guess what happened afterward?"

Qu Mo wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Wh-why chase after them!"

Li Dani shivered, "That rider must have been up to something."

"Right? But the big sister was too curious, she had to chase down the rider to find out. They raced in the tunnel, running and running, and just when the big sister was about to catch up, all of a sudden—"

Su Mumu\'s variation in the pace of his speech made everyone pause and swallow hard:

"The motorcyclist\'s helmet suddenly flew up into the air, and underneath that helmet, there was... there was no head, but a bunch of eerie green ghostly flames shining bright!"

"That\'s an encounter with a ghost, isn\'t it!"

"The Headless Horseman Dullahan, I know, it\'s famous!"

"At that moment... of course, the big sister was scared out of her wits, but an even more terrifying thing happened! She suddenly felt her motorcycle dragging something soft and squishy."

"When she turned her head, she discovered that a pale hand was clinging onto the back of the motorcycle, muttering incessantly:

\'Don\'t chase me, don\'t chase me—\'"

"When the female ghost lifted her head, big sister was so terrified that her face turned white! Guess what happened next?"

"Because... that female ghost\'s face... looked exactly like big sister\'s!"

Even Lu Weizhuang realized something was amiss, and he immediately came to a terrifying realization:

"Hold on, how do you know this story! That sister should be out of print by now, right?"

"Of course, it\'s because... she told me herself! Ah, she also came to cheer us on today."

Su Mumu, her eyes lighting up suddenly as if she saw someone behind Lu Weizhuang, said:

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"Don\'t chase me... don\'t chase me..."

From behind Lu Weizhuang, a ghostly voice echoed, and everyone immediately held their breath and bowed their heads, not daring to speak loudly.

No, no, could it have really come?

The voice grew closer and closer until it rang out right by Lu Weizhuang\'s ear!

Lu Weizhuang turned around trembling, only to discover a pale hand resting on his shoulder!

"Waaaaah! Mommy!"

Including Lu Weizhuang, all the children were scared out of their wits! Wu Yaozu crawled under the table, and Xin Luhan and Li Dani hugged each other.

"Alright, alright... don\'t be really frightened, it\'s me, hehe."

It turned out that the teacher, Gugu, couldn\'t resist joining in on Su Mumu\'s performance!

Su Mumu\'s ghost story was very immersive, and it scared everyone quite a bit, but Xia Nuo seemed the most unfazed.

"Eh, Nuo Nuo, aren\'t you the one who\'s most afraid of ghosts? Didn\'t the ghost story just now scare you, sister?" Su Mumu was somewhat surprised.

"Hmm... it was a bit scary, but just..."

Xia Nuo, scratching her head with a smile, said, "It\'s also okay, not too scary."

[Such a scary ghost story, and this child actually thinks it\'s okay?]

[Damn, was Nuo Nuo pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger when she said she was afraid of ghosts?]

[So she just wants to sleep with You You, I see now]

"Well... since everyone\'s telling ghost stories, I might as well tell one, too."

As soon as Fang You finished speaking, Xia Nuo, who had been calm and even a bit cheerful, suddenly changed complexion, looking like she had really seen a ghost.

She grabbed You You\'s hand and clung to Fang You\'s arm, pleadingly saying:

"Don\'t, don\'t tell it, You You!"

"What are you afraid of, are You You\'s ghost stories that scary?" Qu Mo tilted her head, puzzled.

Xia Nuo shook her head, "Not very scary."

"Then why are you afraid—"

"It\'s, it\'s very scary!"

Xia Nuo warned, "It\'s the kind that will scare you so much you\'ll wet the bed at night!"

"Hahaha, ghost stories are all fake, you do know that, right?"

Qu Mo wiped off the cold sweat that Su Mumu\'s story had induced, "It\'s nothing really."

"But, You You\'s ghost stories are different from other people\'s ghost stories!"

"Ah? What... how are they different."

Qu Mo, not convinced, said, "With that kind of talk, I want to listen even more now."

"I, I don\'t want to listen right now!"

Xia Nuo said, "I\'m going to prepare for the courage test later, otherwise I\'ll wet myself during tonight\'s competition! I\'ll stay over there."

Her hasty escape elicited laughter from everyone.

Kids will be kids, after all.

However, Xia Nuo\'s actions also sparked curiosity among the children.

Why was Xia Nuo, who was indifferent towards Su Mumu\'s ghost stories, so afraid of Fang You\'s ghost story?

"Then, I\'ll start telling it."

Fang You coughed lightly and continued, "I don\'t know if you\'ve noticed, but there are many scary masks hanging all around the village."

"Regarding the origin of these masks, I did a bit of investigation. Do you know? These strange-looking masks are actually related to the legend of the Piper."

"The Piper? Which one is that?"

"It\'s the same story that Uncle Dong told us just now."

Fang You revealed an innocent and cheerful expression, "Even though the Piper saved the village, why did the villagers think the magic was in the flute rather than the Piper himself? Have you thought about this question?"