The years of reselling the haunted house

A picture suddenly appeared in my mind, this situation is as if someone stepped into the gutter and kicked the incense ash into the air.

We are all mortals with naked eyes, and without special treatment, we cannot see ghosts.

Is there really a ghost at this time, moving forward along the sewer we dug?

Not long after the flame of the first candle went out, the same happened to the second candle.

And the incense ash in the gutter also flew up every short distance.

I immediately understood the intention of the old stall to place candles next to it. We couldn't see ghosts, but we could see these candles.In this way, it can be judged whether the bad weather has come, and where has it gone?

I quickly took another look at the empty funeral field surrounded by white cloth, and I found that at this moment, there has also been a change.

On the outer white cloth, a faint shadow appeared.

This is a bit like the kind of shadow puppetry we saw when we were young. On a curtain, various silhouettes are projected with lights.It's just that the light in the empty mourning field is very dim now, and the shadow that appeared on the white cloth is also a faint one.

But although the shadow doesn't look very real, but from the outline of the body, one can tell at a glance that it is an old man.

The old stall was originally lying down in the empty mourning field, but now I don't see the old stall standing up.I just saw that faint shadow appearing on the white cloth.

The shadow first looked left and right on the white cloth, as if judging the direction, and soon, he walked slowly in one direction.

It's not so much walking, it's better to say it's floating.He has no roots under his feet, his toes stand on the ground, and his heels are raised.

I immediately understood that this was the soul of the old stall.

He didn't mean that when the bad luck came, he himself would appear in a state where his soul would leave his body.He just wanted to use this time to hide his soul in the painting of the Taoist Lord's Night Banquet.

Sure enough, the old stall's soul was hunched over at this moment, trying to squeeze into a certain space.However, seeing how hard he was trying to stay on top of the white cloth, it was obvious that his progress was not going well.

At this moment, I fully understood why he asked us to dig this crooked sewer in the yard.If there is no such gutter, after they come in, they will go directly to the mourning ground of Nakhon.The old stall's soul didn't have time to get into the picture at all.

From the candles standing next to the gutter, it can be judged that whether the ghosts or the ghosts who came in, they should have reached the middle of the yard.

Half of the candles were also extinguished, and the ashes flying up from the gutter made the yard a bit smoky.

In addition to seeing these, the more direct feeling is that the surrounding temperature is lower.

The errands are still walking along the ditch we dug, which may seem like a dark road to them.This dark path eventually leads to the empty mourning field.

If the old Tantou can't hide his soul in that painting before they arrive, he can only be taken away by the errand. .

We all understand this, and I clearly saw the little fly on the opposite side, covering the talisman paper on its mouth and nose with its hands, staring nervously at the candles beside the gutter.

The candles are still being extinguished one by one, getting closer and closer to the empty mourning field.

And the old stall is still struggling to drill into the painting, I thought it might be that the painting has failed.When I was in the old house of the chemical fertilizer factory, I felt that other ghosts, such as Fang Dong and Zhao Shu who died in the house, did not seem to be so laborious for their souls to enter and exit the painting.

Afterwards, I also figured out why the soul of the old stall was so laborious.It's not that there's anything wrong with this painting, but because the old stall is not dead, and he forcibly let his soul out of his body. This kind of soul has a trace of smoke and fire in the world.This kind of soul is impure, so there is a situation where you can't get into the painting.

Seeing this made me even more anxious.

One side secretly worked hard for the old stall, and the other side was also praying that the errand who came could walk a little slower.

But contrary to expectations, I found that the speed at which the candles were extinguished was getting faster and faster, and most of the crooked gutters covering the yard had already been walked.

The three of us and four paper figurines stood on both sides of the door of the mourning hall.

The tortuous gutter also passes through the mourning hall, and goes all the way to the empty mourning field inside the mourning hall.

We watched the flame of the nearest candle rise up first, and then the candle was quickly burned, and the flame went out with a puff in mid-air.

At this moment, the gutter was right in front of my eyes.

Now I clearly saw a footprint on the incense ash in the gutter.

It's footprints, not shoe prints.

I was deeply impressed by this, that Song Xiaobing was kicked by Fang Dong who had turned into a ghost, and there is still a footprint on his belly.The footprints were like birthmarks, which had been permanently left on his skin.

The third uncle said that even if the ghost is wearing shoes, the footprints left in the yang world will not have the imprint of shoes, but only the imprint of feet.

In the gutter in front of me, the footprints were clearly printed in the incense ash.

I felt my scalp go numb. Doesn't this mean that there are ghosts that we can't see passing in front of us?

After entering the mourning hall, it is only a few steps away from the mourning ground of Nakong.

My spirit was extremely tense, so I bit the bullet and looked towards the empty mourning field again.

Almost at the same time, I found that the faint shadow printed on the white cloth by the old stall was gradually disappearing.

From light to light, from light to nothing.

Soon, several candles in the mourning hall were also extinguished.

At this time, only a few candles in the empty mourning hall were still burning.The shadow of the old stall disappeared on the white cloth, which relieved me more than half of my heart.

It's just that I still don't know whether the soul has been hidden in the painting, or whether it had to retreat back into the old Tantou's body.

I stared anxiously at the empty funeral field.

At this time, I could clearly feel that the temperature in the mourning hall was dropping sharply.

The decline is a bit big, and we can bear it at the beginning.A few minutes later, the temperature was even colder than the winter when we went to the Northeast.

And this kind of cold is the kind of bone-chilling cold. I know this kind of cold is called yin cold.It seems that the cold air around can penetrate the pores of one's body and penetrate into every part of the body.And we are still standing at the gate of the mourning hall, not yet completely in the mourning hall.

Chapter 563

It is conceivable that if we were in the mourning hall, we would definitely not be able to bear it.

I found that the paper figurine standing next to me was already covered with a layer of hoarfrost.Let the paper man become like a snowman.But there was no frost on the filial piety shirts the three of us were wearing.Does this filial piety shirt still have the effect of protecting us at this time?This should be the intention of the old stall to let us wear filial piety shirts.

Even so, if it goes on like this, in less than 10 minutes, we will all be overwhelmed.At this time, the tingling pain on my shoulder also struck again.

The tingling pain was accompanied by the coldness entering the body, which made me bite my teeth.I can only bear it as best I can.

I even heard the creaking sound of Pang Haihai clenching his fists, and I quickly motioned him to keep quiet.But he found that although Pang Haihai didn't have frost on his body, there was actually a layer of hoarfrost on his eyebrows and eye hair.

The same is true for the little fly on the opposite side.Believe that I am the same as them.

Is this the reaction brought about after the accident entered the house?

It seems that normal people cannot resist this kind of coldness. Now it seems that if we are not still wearing this kind of filial piety shirt, we will not be able to resist and fall down.

Even so, we can only rely on the little willpower left to support us.

And at this moment, I suddenly discovered that there were two vague shadows on the white cloth outside the empty mourning field.

These two shadows are even lighter than the shadow of the old stall head reflected on the white cloth.

There is only a shallow layer, and the edges of the shadow are extremely blurred, making it impossible to see clearly.

I trembled in my heart, if I'm not mistaken, this should be a errand sent by the underworld to seduce the soul of the old stall.

According to the old stall, these two should not be real errands, but just kid who was caught as an errand.

It seems that Nakong Memorial Field is really a magical place.Not only can you see the souls of the old stalls leaving their bodies, but even the ghosts who appear here looking for their souls can see them.

Following the appearance of those two faint shadows on the white cloth, a layer of mist rose unconsciously in this small mourning hall.

It was still a mist at the beginning, but the mist quickly diffused, and gradually blocked our sight, and some of us couldn't see our fingers.Soon, the mourning hall was filled with this mist.The fog also blocked our sight tightly, and we could no longer see the few white cloths around the empty funeral field.

We actually saw the ghost. At that time, I didn't have much fear in my heart. On the contrary, there was some inexplicable excitement.After all, many people believe that there are ghosts in the world, and where there are ghosts, there is a hell.

Not everyone has the opportunity to see the ghosts of the underworld.But for many days after this incident was over, the eyes of all three of us were red, and there were strange discharges constantly.Although it does not affect vision, there is no itchy feeling.But this situation lasted for more than a month before disappearing.

The third uncle said, this is the result of our naked eyes seeing the bad luck.If it wasn't for the cloudy fog in the mourning hall at that time, if we continued to watch, we might not be able to keep these eyes.

Therefore, with our ordinary eyes, seeing ghosts is no problem, but seeing ghosts is like reading inscriptions, knowing the secrets of the underworld, and there is a price to pay.

Thinking about it now, I still have to thank the mist that filled the mourning hall.

After the fog rose, the cold feeling became even stronger.The three of us couldn't help but stand still and tremble.

At the beginning, I can still support as much as I can.Later, I felt as if my body had been hollowed out, both physically and mentally, as if I had lost the strength to support it.I can no longer judge what state my body is in.In short, it feels like my body is floating in the air again, like a leaf of catkins, sometimes being swept up by the wind to high altitude, and sometimes falling to the bottom.

Later, I asked the old stall owner, and he said that this is the state of a person when he is dying.This state existed after his soul left his body.

It's just that I'm a living person, and the reason why I'm in this state is entirely because of the arrival of bad luck.And it's not just me, Fat Dahai and Little Fly feel the same way as me.

After I was in that state, the voice I heard, someone whispering in my ear, came again.

This time the voice was clearer than the night before, but I still couldn't understand what the other party was saying.

It seems that they are discussing something, and their emotions are not right.

The voice of the other party, whether it is tone or intonation, is the same as when we usually speak.It's just that I don't understand what they said at all.

This sound has been in my ears for about ten minutes.

And I have always been in that state of confusion.

I didn't recover from that state until the voice gradually died down.The cold feeling all over his body gradually disappeared.

I shook my head, and found that the thick fog that filled the mourning hall had dissipated.

There were no shadows on the white cloths in the empty mourning field.

The temperature in the mourning hall also returned to normal.

I carefully recalled what I experienced just now, and I can basically confirm that it was the process of searching for the soul by errands.I originally thought that after such an arrangement, I could see the real yin and yang.Once it's done, you can still see what Yin Cha looks like and how he lost his soul.

But I never thought that this process, in retrospect, is like a dream.

So much so that when you wake up, you can no longer tell whether what you just experienced is a dream or reality.

I believe that Pang Haihai and Little Fly just had the same experience as me.

Because I saw their eyes full of doubt and puzzlement.

In the end, we all looked at the empty mourning field at the same time.

All of our arrangements are for the old stall to escape this catastrophe.So whether it is successful or not, we should have already seen the outcome.

None of the three of us said much, and ran to the empty mourning field together.

The candles in the empty mourning hall are still burning.This has become the only place in the mourning hall that is still lit.

There is still no sound inside.

The little fly stood outside and called Master a few times softly.

No one inside answered.

I tugged at the little fly and signaled him to just go in and see what's going on.

The little fly nodded, and gently tore apart a piece of white cloth in the empty mourning field.

On a horizontal bed inside, the old man lay peacefully on it.

On the opposite side of the horizontal bed, there is a picture of the Daoist Lord's night banquet.

Chapter 564

Little Fly and Pang Dahai went to see the old stall, while I went to the front of the picture of Daoist Lord's Night Banquet.I found that the surface of the painting seemed to be covered with a layer of water vapor.

I reached out to touch it, and just as my hand was about to touch the layer of water vapor, the water vapor dissipated with a swipe.

I was very surprised, and then observed that painting.

The painting is still the scene of the Emperor Daojun's night banquet. The guests present raised their glasses, singing and dancing, creating a peaceful scene.

At that time, the Taoist emperor Zhao Ji used this painting to invite immortals to come down to earth, and the Taoist priest used this painting to invite ghosts to pretend to be immortals.The third uncle said that this painting can hide the soul, and it is also the first time I have used it to do this. I don’t know if the old stall has succeeded?

Judging from that screen, there is nothing unusual.When I touched the painting, I felt that the painting was covered with a layer of ice. Not only was my hand cold, but it was still wet.

"Master...Master..."

At this time, the anxious cry of the little fly came.I hurriedly turned around to look at the old stall.

The old stall was lying on the horizontal bed like a dead man, his chest didn't heave at all, and his face was pale and miserable.

The little fly turned around and asked me: "My master is in this state, has he failed?"

I went over to check the old stall's breath, but there was not a trace of breath in it.

I shook my head, feeling a bad premonition in my heart.I felt the pulse on the old Tantou's wrist again. Actually, I don't know anything about pulse, I just want to see if the old Tantou still has a pulse.

However, my two gestures seemed inscrutable, and the little fly completely pinned its hopes on me. He looked at me eagerly, hoping to get a definite answer from me.

Unfortunately, the pulse of the old stall is completely lost.