The years of reselling the haunted house

When I heard this, I said angrily, "Third Uncle, are you still in good shape? I thought you found something? If you want to go in, go in quickly, or I'm afraid I'll regret staying here with you."

The third uncle waved his hand: "No. It's useless to go in early, I have to wait for an hour."

I had no choice but to stand in the yard with my third uncle.

The wind at night made my body chilly, and the surroundings fell into a dead silence again.

After about two hours, my legs were numb, and there was still no movement from the third uncle.I was thinking about finding a place to sit for a while, when my third uncle said: "Okay, it's almost done."

I glanced at my phone, it was nine thirty in the evening.

According to the old calendar, it should be Haishi now.

My third uncle and I went into the attic one after the other, and went directly to the room on the second floor.

The room was pitch black, and although the windows were closed, I could vaguely feel the wind blowing through the room.It made me panic.

Fortunately, the third uncle took out two candles from his bag and lit them, and they stood in the southeast and northwest corners of the room respectively.

There were two faint candlelights flickering in the room, blown by the strange wind, shaking sharply, it looked very strange.

I already knew that Wan Qing's remnant soul was hidden in that vanity mirror.

I didn't dare to look directly at the mirror, although the mirror surface was already black, as if covered with a layer of mist, but I always felt that Wan Qing was hiding behind the mirror, staring at me and San with those venomous eyes. uncle.

The third uncle didn't speak, and lowered his head to organize the things in the backpack, wondering what tricks he was going to do.

And the third uncle and I are obviously the only two people in this room, but thinking about a hundred-year-old female ghost still hiding in the dark, I can't calm down anymore.

The sweat on my head trickled down my face.

The third uncle tinkered with it for a long time, and finally started to arrange it.First, a small incense burner was placed on the dressing table, and three incense sticks were lit.

Smelling the scent of the Buddha made me feel much more at ease.

Then the third uncle called me over, handed me a few packs of paper money, and took out a crock pot in his backpack, and asked me to squat by the window and start burning paper.

I said burning paper in the house wouldn't set the house on fire, would it?

The third uncle shook his head and said don't worry, the fire won't start.

I nodded, struck a match, took out some paper money, and set it on fire.

Under the light of the fire, Third Uncle's face flickered.Third Uncle's eyes kept staring at the vanity mirror, wondering what he was looking at.

I couldn't help sneaking a sneak peek at the vanity mirror, which was blurry.The third uncle stood in front of the mirror, but he couldn't see the shadow of the third uncle in the mirror.The clarity of such mirrors may not even be as good as ancient bronze mirrors.

The mist and water vapor on the mirror make the mirror look more like a piece of frosted glass.It seems that behind the mirror, there are hidden secrets.

When I was stunned, the third uncle took a look at me and reminded loudly: "Don't be distracted, burn one by one, but don't stop."

I groaned, and found that the paper money in the earthen pot was almost burned out.

I quickly sent in another piece of paper money and set it on fire.

The paper money burned very quickly, and within a short time, the burnt paper ash filled the earthen basin.

I was thinking about how to deal with the paper ashes when my third uncle suddenly reached out and grabbed a handful of paper ashes from the pot with bare hands.

I was shocked, there are still a lot of sparks in it, and the paper ash is still warm.This must have burned your hand.

But the third uncle didn't care, and smeared the vanity mirror with the paper dust that was full of hands.

The third uncle actually used the paper dust to wipe the vanity mirror.This move greatly exceeded my expectations.

Third Uncle finished wiping it off, and grabbed another handful in the paper dust.

I didn't dare to stop what I was doing, and continued to burn paper money one by one, and peeked at the mirror.

What is amazing is that the mirror surface gradually became clear after being wiped by the third uncle.

Through the candlelight, it can be seen that an empty figure appeared in the mirror.

But the figure didn't seem very stable, appearing and disappearing.

After Third Uncle wiped the mirror clean, the figure gradually stabilized.The fire in the room is not clear, I can only roughly judge from the outline, the person inside is not Third Uncle.

In other words, the third uncle stood in front of the mirror, but his figure could not be seen in it.

Obviously, the third uncle used this special method to make the remnant soul of Wan Qing inside appear.

At this time, the two candles lit by the third uncle, which were originally dim yellow flames, suddenly changed color and became faint blue, and the length of the flames also suddenly rose to a higher height.

The blue fire light shone on Third Uncle's face, looking sinister.

But the water vapor that had just faded from the mirror surface slowly rose up again.The originally clear mirror surface became blurred again.

I glanced at Uncle San, who stared straight at the mirror without any reaction.

I was taken aback. Although I didn't quite understand the situation in front of me, I knew that something was wrong with the change in the mirror.

I gritted my teeth, and reached out to grab a handful of paper ashes in the pot.

Although there were still a lot of sparks in the pot, it was not hot to grasp, but rather cold.

This makes me very puzzled. Could it be because the yin in this room is too heavy?

But at this time, I didn't have time to think too much, grabbed the paper dust, and imitated my third uncle's method, and wiped it on the mirror.

The temperature of the mirror is even lower, and touching it with your hands is like touching ice.

I secretly fought a cold war.

Sure enough, the mirror surface became clear again after being wiped with paper dust.

The figure in the mirror also reappeared.

This time I saw clearly that it was a woman in a cheongsam.It's just that it is too different from the image of a hundred-year-old ghost in my impression.

This woman is exactly the same as Fei Yao, and it is more real than the wooden figurines and photos I saw.

She stood right in front of me, as if I could touch her as soon as I reached out.

There is no doubt that she is Wan Qing 100 years ago, the number one oiran of Chunxiang House back then.

I stood there stupidly, not knowing what to do, or whether she could see me inside.

At this moment, Wan Qing suddenly smiled ghostly at me.

Those winking eyes are enough to take people's breath away, and the eyes are even more charming. I feel my bones are crisp.

Chapter 80

Wan Qing finally appeared in the mirror.

Maybe it's because she was born in a land of smoke and willows, so she naturally knows how to cater to guests.So although she has been selling her art but not her body, that kind of charming smile is naturally revealed, and ordinary people can't learn it.

I looked at Wan Qing's background in the mirror, and I was fascinated by this smile without knowing it.

Suddenly, the figure in the mirror flickered.

I quickly rubbed my eyes, there was still Wan Qing in there, it was clearly Third Uncle.

How did the third uncle appear in the mirror?

I was taken aback and turned around quickly.Sure enough, my second uncle was standing behind me with a charming smile on my face.

Second Uncle's unshaven face showed a charming smile.That scene... can't be described in words.

But right now, all I have is fear.Obviously the situation was out of control, Wan Qing showed up, but something happened to the third uncle.

"Third... third uncle?" I called out tentatively.

"Who are you...?" Suddenly the third uncle opened his mouth to speak, but it was not the third uncle's voice.

It was a woman's voice, but the voice sounded very ethereal. It didn't seem to come from Third Uncle's body, but more like it floated from all directions.And the voice didn't sound too real, and if you didn't listen carefully, you couldn't make out what was being said.There is also a metal friction-like noise in the middle, which is particularly harsh.

Could this be Wan Qing's voice?A hundred-year-old ghost actually spoke.

I felt my scalp go numb for a while, and I didn't dare to move when I stood still, and I didn't even dare to breathe.

"Who are you?" Suddenly, Wan Qing's voice raised its pitch, and third uncle also showed an angry expression on his face.

The blue flames of the candles in the room had risen to a height of more than half a meter. It was obvious that the atmosphere in the room was already very heavy.I could feel my body temperature dropping sharply.

"Wan... Senior, we have no malicious intentions... You see, we don't have any magic weapons... I beg you, senior, to let my third uncle go, we have something to tell you..." I hurriedly bowed to my third uncle , pat on the body.

Only then did I realize how wise Third Uncle's decision was. If we had been wearing magic weapons, maybe Wan Qing would have been rude to us a long time ago.That day a black cat's feline grievance caused such a big commotion, if Wan Qing made a move, it would be very difficult for us to escape from the attic.

After I finished speaking, my third uncle's body shook suddenly, and his face returned to its original expression.

I turned my head to look at the mirror again, and found Wan Qing in the mirror, wearing that cheongsam, staring at us expressionlessly.

In those eyes, there was less charm, and a bit more resentment, looking at me made my heart shudder.

But to be honest, although Wan Qing in the mirror looks the same as Fei Yao, she has a bit more charm than Fei Yao, she is an out-and-out beauty.Because this is a flawless classic beauty face, and it is even more extraordinary when paired with the dress of the Republic of China.But the same face, Fei Yao is matched with a modern attire, so it doesn't match well.This is enough to show that Wan Qing's ability to become the oiran of Chunxiang Building back then was definitely not for nothing.

It's just that Wan Qing is full of hostility towards us now.

I glanced at third uncle, third uncle shook his head slightly at me, and I was relieved, it seems that third uncle is fine.

The third uncle also looked at the dressing mirror, bowed, and said: "Senior, you have to believe that we have no malicious intentions. Your photo was sealed on the dressing table, and now it is pressed under it. I believe your scope of activities is not Great. The reason we enter your sphere of activity is to show our sincerity."

Wan Qing stared at the third uncle, and said coldly: "Then you think I can't deal with you if I can't leave this room?"

Wan Qing's voice was ethereal from beginning to end, and every word she said gave me goosebumps.

The third uncle nodded: "I know you can manipulate Maoyuan to deal with us, but..."

As the third uncle said, he took out the wooden figurine of Wan Qing that he was carrying, and held it in his hand to show Wan Qing.

Wan Qing saw the figurine, and suddenly her body shook.

The third uncle went on to say: "Senior is just a remnant soul, the body is gone long ago. The soul has already been reincarnated, and your remnant soul depends entirely on this wooden figurine. If the wooden figurine is destroyed..."

Before Third Uncle finished speaking, the extremely heavy vanity mirror shook violently.The lens was shaky and looked like it was about to fall off soon.

The mirror was quickly covered with a layer of hoarfrost, and Wan Qing's voice came through: "Are you... are you threatening me?"

I saw that although Wan Qing was powerful, she was able to communicate normally, and most of the fear in my heart was relieved.

I hurriedly said to Wan Qing: "Senior, we just want to show our sincerity. Senior's remnant soul persists for a hundred years, and there must be some unfulfilled wish. If you tell us, we can help you."

The third uncle went on to say: "That's right. Your body has been transformed and your soul has been reincarnated. It is against the law of heaven for the remnant soul to survive. Staying in this house will cause a lot of trouble for the owner of this house, and the owner of this house , is your future life, and you have the heart to torment her? Why don't you just say your wish, we've helped you, and you should leave as soon as possible?"

Wan Qing didn't speak for a long time, and we also waited quietly.The third uncle's words were neither humble nor overbearing, which not only showed our intention of coming, but also told Wan Qing that we are not without means to deal with her.

According to the third uncle, that wooden figurine is Wan Qing's life gate.If the wooden figurines are destroyed, Wan Qing may disappear.

It’s just that I don’t quite understand, if that’s the case, why didn’t we just destroy the figurines to solve the house’s murderous situation, and why did we come to negotiate with Wan Qing?

This matter has troubled me for a long time. Later, my third uncle explained the truth to me, and I didn’t understand many things. In short, the general meaning is that all living beings in the three realms and six realms, as a cultivator, can’t deal with ghosts To control violence with violence, we must focus on persuasion.To sum up, it is to subdue ghosts with virtue.

After the third uncle said those words, it should have had a certain effect on Wan Qing.

After being silent for a while, the scalp-numbing voice spoke again: "You...can you really help me?"

The third uncle nodded: "We came here sincerely, but please tell me where we are going, senior."

The third uncle's words are inexplicable, and I don't know where he wants Wan Qing to tell me.Wan Qing understood this, and asked back: "Do you know what I want you to do?"

The third uncle chuckled: "Of course. Senior wants us to meet the wooden man Yang. But I'm ashamed. I really don't know the whereabouts of the wooden man Yang."

Wan Qing sneered silently, and together with the laughter, the sound of metal rubbing became more obvious.I feel like my heart is about to pop out.

Chapter 81 Shangqing Mountain Ancient Temple

Wan Qing laughed for a long time, and finally said: "Walk up the Qingshan Mountain, Ah (e) sees the ancient temple. I am infatuated, sit and bloom the bodhi flower."

After finishing speaking, Wan Qing's figure swayed and disappeared in the mirror.

And the candle flames of those two candles also fell instantly.

On the mirror surface, a layer of water vapor was covered again, and then became blurred again, just like frosted glass.

The third uncle took a deep breath and said to me: "Yangzi, pack your things and leave here first."

When I got out of the attic, I couldn't help asking my third uncle: "Are you really going to find that wooden man Yang?"

The third uncle said: "Of course, what Wan Qing is thinking about now is still that bad relationship. She probably didn't let go of that knot in her heart after she died. Maybe she also resents the fact that the wooden man Yang escaped alone."

I curled my lips: "Isn't that the beauty who saved the hero and let the wooden man Yang run away? Why did you turn around and hate him?"

The third uncle gave me a sideways look, sighed, and said, "Nephew, it's still the same sentence, your emotional intelligence is worrying. You really don't understand women. This woman, what she says and what she does are completely different things. She could let the wooden man Yang run away first, but when the wooden man Yang really ran away, she still felt uncomfortable. In fact, it was as simple as that. If the wooden man Yang could have a way to talk to Wan Qing about it, Maybe there won't be all these troubles now."