The years of reselling the haunted house

In this room, external factors, what else can make this incense go out?

Thinking of this, I was shocked, and suddenly felt that the surrounding temperature seemed to drop a lot.

This kind of shadyness makes me feel very uncertain.

Obviously, when these incenses were extinguished, there was something wrong here.But don't ghosts like to be popular?I lit incense, why did they blow it out?

The third uncle only told me to come in and light the eighteen sticks of incense, but he didn't say what to do if the incense was extinguished?

Maybe even the third uncle didn't expect this kind of situation to happen.

The house has been sealed by the third uncle and the fat man with talisman paper, and it is impossible for me to go out.Maybe the third uncle and Fatty are no longer outside, or they have already gone back to the mud therapy hall to enjoy it.

At the moment this situation is up to me to sort it out on my own.

I bit the bullet, and brought the candle I brought in closer, and squatted down to check the incense stick at the base of the wall, to see if there was anything unusual about it.

When the candle was lit, I suddenly found that there was something wrong with the incense.The color seems to be a bit darker than normal incense.

I reached out to pick up a piece of incense, but the incense broke in the middle as soon as I picked it up.

I twisted it with my hand, and found that the incense was already damp.No wonder it will be broken as soon as you pick it up, and it will be extinguished after a while when you just click it.I quickly took another look at the other incense, and this was the case without exception.All the incense seems to have been watered over.It's strange that this kind of incense can be burned.

This was really strange, I looked up at the walls and ceiling, they were all dry, and there was no water leaking anywhere.I touched the ground with my hand again, the ground was paved with floor tiles, and there was no water to the touch.How could this fragrance become damp for no reason?

Found this and I can't find a specific reason either.So I decided to put something under those incense sticks to try.

I rummaged through the coffee table drawer in the living room, and there were quite a few miscellaneous things, so I put them on the floor.

I put away the original [-] sticks of Buddha incense. When I took those incense sticks in my hand, they broke off one after another due to the severe damp.

I took out eighteen sticks of Buddhist incense again from the bag, and stood them on top of those miscellaneous things.Let each Buddha incense not directly touch the ground, hoping that this will make these incenses no longer damp.In doing this, I also hope that the moisture comes from the ground. If it is for other reasons, my method will not have any effect.

I relit the incense sticks and retreated into the room again.

I kept praying that this simple method I used would work.If it doesn't work, I'm really at the end of my rope.

This time I closed the door in the room, and after a few minutes, I suddenly smelled the familiar fragrance of Buddha.

I gently opened the door and found that under the wall, a little incense was burning just right.

I just breathed a sigh of relief and let go of my heart.It seems that the moisture really comes from the ground.

Thank goodness there were no more surprises.

The next step should be to wait for the ghosts in the house to smell the fragrance of Buddha, go over to inhale automatically, and then be trapped by the Yin prison paper.

Although there was a little accident, fortunately, I solved it in time, and hope it will not affect the subsequent process.

I closed the door again, lay on the bed, and listened.

The third uncle said that when the ghost reaches the range of the wall, the cowbell will ring.

I am also skeptical about this, the bell looks like an old thing, but is it really so effective?

I was lying on the bed, without any sleepiness.The fragrance of the Buddha is also lingering, always there.

I estimated the time, and more than an hour passed quickly.

During this time, I didn't hear any abnormal noise.And counting, those Buddhist incense must have been burned out.

The third uncle didn't tell me whether to order new ones after the incense burnt.So I can only choose to stand still.

But I couldn't hold back my inner curiosity, so I bravely pushed the door open a crack again.

Looking outside along the gap, it was still very dark outside, but there was moonlight shining in through the window of the living room.Under the moonlight, the living room was filled with thick smoke.And those Buddha incenses have indeed been burned out, because I didn't see any incense sticks.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise from the living room.

"Sugar palm..."

"Yang palm, sugar palm..."

It's bells, the cow bell is ringing.This cowbell is relatively big, and the sound it makes is much thicker than the normal small copper bell.Not that kind of crisp ringtone, but slightly dull.

But it did ring. Does this mean that a ghost has passed?

I was so frightened that I hurriedly closed the door, my heart beating rapidly.

If I had to choose, I would rather choose the sense of hearing with my ears to experience it than face it all with my vision.

The bells and gongs were ringing all the time, and I hid in the room and dared not go out.

That sound lasted for more than half an hour, and I seemed to hear that besides the sound of the cow bell, there were other sounds filling it.

I listened carefully, and it seemed that there was the sound of paper turning.Crashing, the sound is getting louder and smaller.There is no other living thing in the house except me.It is self-evident what it is that can make this sound.

I only felt chills all over my body. Although I didn't see the specific appearance of the ghost, I felt so close to them.

Soon, the sound of rattling rattle gradually rose, and it seemed to overwhelm the sound of the cow bell.

At the same time, I also vaguely heard one or two sharp ghosts.I have heard the ghost chirping sound before, it is very ear-piercing, similar to the sound of metal rubbing against each other.

The sound gave me a headache, and I had to cover my ears and silently recite scriptures to suppress all this.

Even so, I couldn't calm down at all, and the flustered feeling lasted for nearly an hour.

Chapter 879

Finally, the sound gradually faded, and at the same time the sound from the cowbell seemed to stop.

I took my hands off my ears, and the flustered feeling gradually disappeared.

Listening carefully to the movement outside, it seems to have calmed down all of a sudden.

This period of time was extremely difficult for me.They had a lot of fun outside, and when everything was over, I realized that several hours had passed since the moment I lit the incense and hid in the house.

I took out a candle from my bag, and the ash powder I had brought, and got ready.

The third uncle asked me to go out half an hour after the cowbell stopped ringing, that is, an hour later.

I also secretly counted the time.

This hour is even longer.

Fortunately, there were no more problems. After an hour, I gently pushed the door open.

It was business as usual outside, as if nothing had happened.

The moonlight also seemed to be covered, and the living room was pitch-black, with no light coming in.

The third uncle also explained that at this time, headlights cannot be used, let alone the lights in the living room, and only white wax can be used for lighting.

I lit the pewter, and the candle light flickered, shaking the light and shadow around me.

Holding the candle, I put my dragon-subduing wooden sword on my waist, and walked slowly from the room to the living room.

The two walls pasted with prison paper are still dark.But although I didn't see anything, I could feel an evil force coming from the wall.

It's a feeling I've never had before.

So, I basically concluded that the wall must be different from before.

I came to the two walls with apprehension, held up the candle, and watched the changes on the walls.

As a result, the scene I saw made me feel goosebumps all over again, and at the same time my scalp was numb and my feet were soft.

My feeling is very accurate. Compared with before, the wall has changed significantly, especially the place where the prisoner's paper is pasted.

On the gray paper, a distorted human figure appeared, and that shape had already protruded from the paper. At first glance, it looked like a relief on a wall.Although it was just the outline of a person, the head, torso, and limbs of the person could be clearly seen.

On the wall I saw alone, there were silhouettes of at least three people.Their distorted bodies seemed to be struggling desperately, trying to escape from the shackles of the prison paper.It can be seen from the action that they were in extreme pain.

On the other wall, there are at least two human figures.

Because their bodies are all intertwined and fused together, I couldn't determine the specific number for a while.

Apparently, the outline of a person is a ghost.There are at least five or six ghosts on these two walls.

There are so many ghosts trapped in this house.Just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle.

Fortunately, the figures are all stationary now, but I don't know how to deal with them even if they move their fingers.

The third uncle said that this kind of prison paper, brought from the underworld to the underworld, although it can trap ghosts.But because the effect will be greatly reduced, it will not be able to trap the ghost for a long time.The ghost should escape soon after being stuck by the Yin prison paper.The third uncle did this just to get a feel for the number and reality of ghosts in the house.

I looked at the human-shaped silhouettes on the two walls, and I didn't know if the ghosts had run away now, or stuck to the walls.

Thankfully, I'm at least standing here intact.

I simply settled down and walked step by step according to the pre-set steps of the third uncle.

I took out all the incense ashes I was carrying, and they were bottled.

I unscrewed the cap from one of the bottles, poured the incense ash inside into the palm of my hand, spotted the prison paper on a wall and sprinkled it.

I originally thought that this kind of incense ash is very light, and it will fly everywhere when sprinkled.

Whether it can be successfully sprinkled on the wall is unknown.

But when I threw out the first handful of incense ash, it changed my mind.

As soon as I sprinkled the incense ash into the air, it was quickly sucked by the prison paper on the wall.

It cannot be said that none of the incense ash was spilled on the ground, and nine out of ten of the handful of incense ashes were absorbed by the prisoner's paper.

I noticed that those incense ashes absorbed on the prison paper, but only on the outlines of those human figures.In other places, not much incense ash was left.

This is what the third uncle intends.He wanted to use this kind of incense ash to retain the outline of the human figure on the prison paper.

If you don't do this, when the door is opened at dawn, the human silhouette on the Yin prison paper will disappear.

Seeing that this trick worked, the incense ashes were useless anyway, so I simply sprinkled all the incense ashes I brought on the prison yin paper.

In this way, the outline of the human figure above is more obvious.After all this is done, my mission in this house is over.The next step is to wait for the third uncle to come to check and accept after dawn.

Maybe it's really like what the third uncle said, I don't know if it's because of my identity, but the ghost in the room really didn't bother me.Nothing terrible happened to me either.My own fears are also limited to my own psychological effects, and I scare myself.

At this time, I really thought how special my identity was.In fact, I didn't realize until later that my identity is indeed a bit special, but it's not enough to make those ghosts so afraid.The reason why they didn't find me was because they were trapped by the prison paper, and they spent too much ghost energy trying to get out of the trap, and they no longer had the energy to find me.

I went back to the room and lay on the bed waiting for dawn.

Having done what I was supposed to do, plus nothing had happened, my mental focus was relaxed.This time, the body was finally knocked down by sleepiness.

In a daze, I gradually fell asleep.I didn't open my eyes until I heard the sound of someone knocking on the door.

There was already light in the room, I sat up suddenly, checked my body, everything was still in good condition.Prove that you've spent a whole night in this house.

I hurriedly jumped out of bed and ran to open the door.

Third Uncle and Pang Dahai flushed with anxiety. When Fatty saw me, he heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Boss, you are here. I thought... I almost smashed the window and went in to save you."

I yawned, opened the door wide, and said, "Stop talking nonsense, I've been tossing around for half a night, just sleep to refresh my spirit, no fuss."

The third uncle saw that I was fine, so he brought Pang Dahai into the house.

Pang Dahai said to me: "Boss, you really have a big heart. You can still fall asleep in a haunted house by yourself. I admire..."

"It's a trivial matter, you can learn more from my brother when you have nothing to do." I pretended to be calm and didn't take it seriously.

Chapter 880

Who knows that I was drenched in cold sweat last night.I think, perhaps the growth of human beings is completed in these frights again and again.

But I decided that before I grow up, I really don't want to have a second experience like last night.

The third uncle must know that my experience will not be as easy as I said.

He watched me and asked, "How is it? Nothing happened?"

I shook my head: "There was a small accident, but fortunately it was resolved in time, and everything else is fine. I have already done it according to your prior arrangement, and the incense ashes have been sprinkled on the prison yin paper. It is still in the living room. "

The third uncle nodded approvingly: "Good nephew."

At this time, I found that it was getting late outside, obviously they had been here for a while, maybe I was too relaxed in my heart, and I fell asleep a bit.

Uncle San strode into the living room and came to observe in front of the two walls.

I noticed that the figures on the prison paper on the wall are still there, and each figure is extremely distorted.

At this time, the sky was bright, and I sprinkled incense ash on it, so the outline and posture on it were more distinct than last night.

Although I didn't see those ghosts struggling on the prison paper with my own eyes.

But the outline on this paper can let your imagination magnify infinitely.Seeing this prison paper, what happened at that time will emerge in your mind scene by scene.