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There was an inn in Huai'an city where the proprietress, Meng Qianxuan, was incredibly lazy. Guests who stayed here didn't need to pay any silver, but only needed to tell a story at night. Meng Qianxuan was used to lying under the non-blooming peach tree in the backyard, where a group of people gathered around a bonfire, set up a pot to cook thick soup, and talked about the stories they had heard somewhere else, ghosts, strange stories, and commonplace affairs. She boasted that she could see through the world, but never imagined that she would one day be trapped in...