The years of reselling the haunted house

When we came here, at least I was full of confidence. I was eager to try to break this curse myself before.Later, the third uncle also came, and I was even more confident.Who knew that when I got here, I was repeatedly frustrated. If something happened to my third uncle, how would I face these things.

It was almost noon when we came back.Due to our mood, we were not in the mood to eat. In the afternoon, I couldn't sit still, so I got up and started to pack my things.

Pang Dahai watched me tidy up quietly, and when he saw me take out the small bronze mirror in the bag, he asked, "Boss, are you going to enter that ghost market?"

I nodded: "I have a hunch that the third uncle must be in trouble. Otherwise, it is impossible for him to leave no clues. When it gets dark, I will go to the ghost market to find him."

Fat Dahai said, "Okay, I'll go with you."

I shook my head: "You can't go."

"Why? You can't go alone, I don't worry."

Chapter 1226 Ten Mile Pavilion

I waved my hand: "It's still the same sentence. I can't guarantee that I will find the third uncle when I go in, and I can't guarantee that I will have the luck to escape from it last time. If you go in too, the three of us will be ruined. You stay outside and wait, in case our judgment is wrong, the third uncle is not in the ghost market, if he comes back, you can ask him to save me. Also, you will find a washbasin later, and put a stick in the center of the washbasin Soul-suppressing talisman, make this washbasin into a temporary soul-suppressing gong, and when necessary, ring it outside the ghost market, hoping to play a role as a soul-suppressing gong and draw us out from inside. "

Pang Dahai questioned: "Boss, can this work?"

I smiled wryly and said, "There is no other way to do this. Let's try it. Although it can't have the same effect as Third Uncle's Soul Requiem Gong, if it can play one-tenth of its effect, it will be considered qualified."

Fat Dahai nodded, and said again: "Then I'll go to the ghost market to find my uncle, and you stay outside and knock on the washbasin to meet us."

I waved my hand: "This is not going to a banquet, so don't argue. After all, I have been in once before, and I have more experience than you."

Pang Dahai heard what I said, so he stopped being reluctant, and the two of us stayed in the house with our own minds.

Seeing that it was getting dark, not only the third uncle didn't come back, but also Xu Ruoxi didn't hear from him.

In this mining area, the mobile phone signal couldn't be worse, and it's an extravagant hope to make a phone call.I became even more anxious.

I was thinking about going out of the mining area to call Xu Ruoxi when I heard the roar of a motor coming from outside.It didn't sound like a car, but it sounded like a motorcycle.

The fat man and I hurried to the window to look down, and saw a rather cool-looking off-road motorcycle parked outside, and a person wearing a helmet was turning off the motorcycle and getting off the vehicle.

For a while, I didn't see who it was, until there was a knock on the door.

Pang Dahai went to open the door and found Xu Ruoxi standing outside with a helmet in his hand.

"Xu... Sister Xu, why is it you?" Fat Dahai was very surprised.

Xu Ruoxi didn't answer, but asked at the first sentence: "Is he back?"

We all knew that he was asking about the third uncle, but seeing Xu Ruoxi's expression, we didn't have the heart to tell him that the third uncle hadn't come back.

Xu Ruoxi quickly judged the result from our expressions, her face showed disappointment, but the expression was fleeting, and she smiled and said to us: "It's okay, your third uncle is a machismo, Don't let us know what you do, he will be fine. By the way, there is news about what you asked me to inquire about..."

The dull atmosphere in the room was finally relieved after Xu Ruoxi came back.We heard that Xu Ruoxi had gained something, so we quickly sat down and listened to Xu Ruoxi's introduction.

Xu Ruoxi put the note I gave him in the morning on the table, and said: "I was lucky. I ran into a truck that was going out of the mining area as soon as I went out in the morning. I took a short journey to the town. Then I asked After a while, I actually found a few elderly people in the nursing home in the town. I brought them gifts and asked in detail about the ten-mile Changting Mengyang Ancient Road and the fragrance of the Sanyang Braised Noodles. Unexpectedly , I really found the right person. One of them happened to be retired from the county archives. They actually did a lot of research on the history of the town and its surroundings, and they were happy to promote this history to me... "

I nodded: "So, does this history really exist? It seems that Li Weiwei didn't lie to us. Then sister Xu, tell me, what kind of history is this?"

Xu Ruoxi nodded: "Actually, the history is very simple. Those old people talked about it with me. I summed it up. It is nothing more than the mining area where we are. In the early Qing Dynasty, it was not what it is now. At that time, although it was a mountainous area, there was a road leading to the mountain, and that road was very prosperous, and the name was Shili Changting Mengyang Ancient Road."

Pang Dahai was stunned when he heard this: "No way, here is a place where rabbits don't shit, there will be an ancient road? Is it still prosperous?"

I waved my hand: "It is said that it is the time of the Qing Dynasty, and it is definitely not the same as now. I think the road we walked with the old Guantou last night is about ten miles away. And I have observed that road, although it is now deserted, but it is obvious that the road is not young, it must be the so-called Ten Mile Changting Mengyang Ancient Road."

Xu Ruoxi said: "That's right. The town we are going to now was originally named Mengyang Town. So it is entirely possible that the road is the so-called Mengyang Ancient Road."

The fat man questioned: "But we haven't seen any ten-mile long pavilion?"

I said: "I know a little bit about this. In ancient times, because the means of transportation were relatively simple, the horse-drawn carriage was the better one. Even a horse-drawn carriage is incomparable with modern means of transportation. Therefore, on the ancient road, there are usually fixed intervals. There is a pavilion built at a certain distance, firstly as a measure of road mileage, secondly for passers-by to rest or shelter from the rain. I believe this is the same for this ancient Mengyang road, but after the changes of the times, the pavilion may not be restored. It can only be kept until now.”

Xu Ruoxi nodded: "Li Yang is right. The ancient roads in history generally have pavilions. But our Ten Mile Pavilion here is not just a name, but it has indeed been built for ten miles. The Ten Mile Pavilion The name has also been handed down from ancient times. Those old people told me that this place is not very eye-catching now, but it was very famous in the Qing Dynasty. The Mengyang Ancient Road, the ten-mile long pavilion, was built for ten miles at that time, that is, It is said that as long as people walk in the pavilion, they can go ten miles away from the rain. There is an ancient road outside the long pavilion, surrounded by vendors, and it was prosperous for a time. It’s just that this kind of historic site has not been preserved until now. The road was blocked, and the long pavilions were knocked down by rocks falling from the mountain. Later, in a special period, they were completely cleaned up."

"Ah..." Pang Dahai and I were also shocked after hearing this, because neither of us could connect the ten-mile long pavilion that Xu Ruoxi said with the decayed mountain road we saw last night.

I continued to ask: "Then did you find any news about Sanyang Braised Noodles?"

Xu Ruoxi nodded, picked up the water glass and poured a glass of water, gulped it down, and then said: "There is indeed such a snack in the local area. And now there are shops selling this kind of stewed noodles in the town. But according to Those old people said that the stewed noodles now have lost the original taste. When they were young, this kind of stewed noodles could still maintain a bit of the original taste. The most famous stewed noodles in the local area are from the surname Guan. People, that is, the one in charge of the three armed forces."

Chapter 1227 The motorcycle came at the right time

"Huh? So, this housekeeper really cooks stewed noodles? The craftsmanship of this old Guantou is still passed down from his ancestors?"

Pang Dahai and I looked at each other. The more we know, the more complicated things are.

"I asked, and they all know that Guan Sanjun is the successor of the housekeeper Sanyang Braised Noodles. At that time, the ancestors of the old Guantou sold noodles here. The ancestral housekeeper Sanyang Braised Noodles was very popular. It is said that The ancestor of the old Guantou was once invited by Emperor Kangxi to the imperial dining room in the palace to make noodles for the palace. So, this noodle is also called Qilin noodles. Later, I don’t know which emperor didn’t like noodles, so the housekeeper was sent back to the people. Only then did the folks have the delicacy of Sanyang Braised Noodles, which has been passed down to this day."

Fat Dahai nodded and said: "No wonder, no wonder, it turned out to be an ancestral handicraft. When the old pipe head brought the bowl of noodles, I felt my mind was empty. What I saw in my eyes and smelled in my nose were all from that bowl of noodles. Noodles, even if you don't eat, you will die immediately. In the end..."

As he said that, Pang Dahai looked at me embarrassedly.I thought to myself, are you really right? You thought you would die if you didn’t eat it, but in the end, you were really going to die if you ate it.But at that time, I really couldn't blame Fatty for the situation, not to mention him, even I couldn't resist the temptation of the smell at all.

If it wasn't for the blood jade I was wearing as a warning, and Li Weiwei yelled outside, it is really uncertain whether I would not be able to control myself to eat that bowl of noodles.

Thinking about it now, when we followed the old Guantou, he had climbed halfway up the mountainside. I guess he might have gone to the mountain to collect materials for making noodles.Because after the old Guantou was dismantled for serving food, the other side changed.Before the explanation, our eyes were blinded.However, the materials used by Lao Guantou to make ghost rice and normal noodles are definitely different.

After listening to Xu Ruoxi's introduction, I nodded and said, "Miss Xu, you've worked hard. Regarding the ten-mile Changting Mengyang Ancient Road, and the Sanyang Braised Noodles may play an extremely important role in the whole incident. I didn't expect that you The news came back so quickly."

Xu Ruoxi smiled wryly and said: "I can play this role, and I can't help with other things. But about this matter, those few old people know this. I'm afraid you are in a hurry, so I am not in the town I stayed in Lido, and I found that you often have to go up the mountain, and the commercial vehicle is not easy to drive, so I went to buy a motorcycle, which can be off-road. In the future, you can drive a motorcycle up the mountain, which will be much more convenient than driving. If you need For more information, I can go to the town to inquire tomorrow."

I slapped my thigh, and as soon as I made this movement, I thought of my third uncle again. This is his habitual movement. After staying with him for a long time, I also did it habitually.

"Ms. Xu, that's enough. And your motorcycle came too timely. It's raining just in time. The roads in the mountains are very difficult to walk, and many places cannot be reached by car. Motorcycles are much more convenient. Go and have a look." Xu Zhe, he hasn't eaten much all day. I will discuss with Fatty about the next step."

Xu Ruoxi nodded, went to the kitchen to get something to eat, and went into the room to see Xu Zhe.

I checked the time, and it wasn't completely dark yet, so it wasn't the best time to enter the ghost market. In addition, we had motorcycles as a means of transportation, so we didn't have to rush into the mountains.

So Fatty and I sat in the living room and talked about Mengyang Ancient Road and Sanyang Braised Noodles.

Pang Dahai questioned: "Boss, I haven't figured it out. What's the matter with this old Guantou? If he is a noodle maker, he can't tell it at all during the day. And at night, he seems to be changing. If I didn't have you in that bowl of noodles, wouldn't I be able to live if I ate them? This old man, I must kill him when I see him."

I shook my head: "I don't understand this either. If you say that the old man will become bad at night, I don't agree with this. I don't think the old man really wants us to die. He still killed me that night. It was brought out from the ghost stage. Which one is the real old Guantou? And those two bowls of noodles, Sanyang Braised Noodles existed in history, but they were for people to eat. Why does Lao Guantou start using it now? Are you using your own skills to make ghost food?"

Pang Dahai thought his head big, shook his head and said: "Boss, it's the same sentence. Why do I feel that what we are doing now and the purpose of coming here are getting more and more deviated. The Mengyang Ancient Road and Sanyang Braised Noodles , is it related to our breaking this cursed situation? We can't let that kid Li Weidu be taken into the ditch."

I shook my head: "I'm exactly the opposite of what you think. On the contrary, I think that the ten-mile Changting Mengyang Ancient Road and the old Guantou's Sanyang stewed noodles are closely related to the whole curse incident. Now I suddenly remembered that it was the first time I When I entered the ghost market for the first time, I once smelled the smell of Sanyang stewed noodles. But I didn’t know it was the smell of noodles at the time, and then I was squeezed in front of the ghost stage.”

Pang Dahai was stunned: "Boss, you mean, you have smelled the smell of Sanyang braised noodles in the ghost market. Isn't that only the old Guantou can make it?"

I nodded: "That's right. I figured it out a bit. The old Guantou made a pot of noodles in that house, and then left with a burden. Do you think he went with a burden? Is there a ghost market? The noodles he makes are originally ghost rice, which is for food, and if you take it to the ghost market, isn’t it just for the ghosts to eat?"

"That's right. He must have gone to the ghost market with a burden." Pang Dahai thought for a while and thought so.

"So, I must go to the ghost market this time. Whether it's for the third uncle, or to find out the secrets inside. It's getting late, you get the washbasin ready, and you'll take me there on a motorcycle later. Mountain. By the way, can you ride a motorcycle?" I asked.

Pang Dahai smiled: "When I was a security guard, riding a motorcycle was the most basic skill. Don't worry, I'm good at riding a motorcycle."

I nodded: "That's good. Sister Xu bought this motorcycle, which can save us a lot of time."

After we got everything ready, we bid farewell to Xu Ruoxi inside.

When Xu Ruoxi heard that we were going out again, she opened her mouth, but didn't say anything, she just nodded and said, be careful.

I know she must be worried about us, but if we don't go out, there may be no news from Third Uncle, so she can only wait here for us to go back safely.

The fat man took the keys of the motorcycle, went outside to look at the car, and praised: "Boss, this thing is good, there is no problem with off-roading at all. It is suitable for walking on that mountain road."

Chapter 1228 Bronze Mirror

I nodded: "Sister Xu is always very thoughtful about these things."

As he said that, Pang Haihai opened the key door, kicked the motorcycle hard, chug... the motorcycle started, and I sat on the back seat.

"Boss, sit down." The fat man said, and when he twisted the accelerator, the motorcycle rushed out, almost throwing me off, and he quickly grabbed the fat man's waist.

The fat man drove the motorcycle very hard, rushed to the back of the mountain, and marched on the rugged mountain road.

Fatty's driving skills are good, and the motorcycle is also considered good. It took us less than half of the usual time to rush to the place where the third uncle parked.But now that car has been driven away by us, the field is full of ruts, illuminated by the moonlight and motorcycle lights, it looks deserted.

"Fatty, drive the car to the stage." I directed Pang Haidao.

"That's it." Fatty replied, twisted the handlebar, and drove the motorcycle into the grass.The role of off-road motorcycles is fully displayed at this time, and places that cars cannot reach are a piece of cake for motorcycles.

We rode our motorcycles all the way to the abandoned stage before stopping.

I jumped out of the car, untied my backpack, and picked out a few things from it to carry with me.Among them are my dragon-subduing wooden sword, the vermilion pen and talisman paper, and some incense and other things. Of course, the most important thing is the small bronze mirror, which is the key to my smooth entry into the ghost market.

After I brought these, I unexpectedly discovered that in the backpack, I turned out the picture of Daojun's night banquet.

I keep that picture in my backpack and haven't used it for a long time.I don't know what happened this time, but when I saw it, I really wanted to take it with me.

I had a premonition that carrying this picture might be useful, so I rolled up the picture and carried it on my back.

In addition, I put the corpse tooth in my mouth, hoping that the corpse tooth can cover the yang energy in my body and save my life at a critical time.Because the ghost market is getting closer and closer at this time, my heart is not at peace again.

Pang Dahai watched me do all this worriedly, and I comforted him: "Fatty, you stay here before dawn. If I haven't come out at the moment before dawn, you can knock on the broken washbasin, of course." Don’t forget to draw a soul talisman and stick it on the washbasin. I hope this will bring me out. Other than that, you can’t do anything.”

Pang Dahai nodded, and held a washbasin he found from Xu's house in front of him: "Don't worry, boss, you will come back safely, and find uncle."

I waved my hand, held up the bronze mirror in my hand, faced the moonlight, and shone around.

I remember my third uncle once told me how to discover and enter the ghost market.

I held up the mirror, closed my right eye tightly, opened my left eye slightly, turned the mirror toward my face, and looked around with my back turned.

The third uncle said that if you can see vague shadows moving with your left eye, you can walk backwards and follow those shadows until you find the ghost market.

I held up the mirror and observed the inside of the small bronze mirror with my left eye.

This is a bronze mirror. Although it has been polished relatively smooth, it usually looks quite bright, but now it is not enough for this kind of night environment.

From the mirror, it looks like a bulge, not only can't see any scenery clearly, it's even impossible to see whether there is anyone.This made me suspect Uncle San's method. This is a way to discover the ghost market. Since it is a ghost market, it must have happened at night. In this dark environment, what can be seen from the mirror Things are extremely limited, can I really find a ghost market with this?

I looked at the wooden stage with that mirror, and found nothing unusual.I had no choice but to hold the mirror and keep changing directions, and my feet kept moving.At the beginning, Pang Dahai was still moving with me, but I found that the distance I moved was getting farther and farther away from the original place, so I let Pang Dahai stay in place.

But the bronze mirror in my hand didn't respond at all.The more I walked, the less confident I was, and I couldn't help but feel irritable.

But things often turned around at this time. Just when I was about to give up my efforts, suddenly there seemed to be a shadow flashing through the mirror.

I quickly changed direction and continued to use the bronze mirror to shine on the side of my body.But the shadow flashed past and never appeared again.

And when the mirror was directly behind me, there was a shadow flickering in it.

In the end, I confirmed that the shadow appeared because the mirror was shining on my back.

what's behind me

that picture.

With an idea, I quickly took off the picture of Daojun's night banquet behind me, opened it and hung it on a tree, and used the small bronze mirror to look at it again.

At this time, a magical scene happened.

Speaking of which, this is a forest area, and the moonlight is not blocked enough by the tree canopy, and it is even a little dim.But when my little bronze mirror was lifted up, it seemed to be able to absorb all the moonlight around me, and I could see the looming brilliance lingering, converging towards my little bronze mirror from all directions.

This small bronze mirror was given to me by my third uncle. It’s not a treasure, it’s just an ordinary old bronze mirror, and my third uncle often wiped it with a cotton cloth to make the mirror brighter.

At this time, the brilliance gathered, making the surface of the bronze mirror very translucent, as if covered by a layer of hoarfrost.

I stared dumbfounded at the bronze mirror.

Soon, after the brilliance on the bronze mirror gathered, it was launched quickly, and the target was the ancient painting of "The Night Banquet of the Daoist Lord" that I was aiming at.

The brilliance absorbed by the bronze mirror was transferred to the ancient painting, making the ancient painting seem to be covered with a layer of white frost.

I couldn't see the characters and scenery on the ancient painting clearly, I only saw the layer of white frost fog lingering on the painting.

Soon, a faint mist broke out from the middle, and stood three meters away from me.

I couldn't see the shape of the mist, and felt that the mist seemed to be blown away by the wind.

"Li Yang... Long time no see..."

Suddenly, a very soft and thin voice came out, as if it was still calling my name.

I shuddered, and subconsciously looked around.

It was quiet all around, and no one was there. Finally, I locked my target on the faint mist.

"You...you are..." I was somewhat familiar with that voice, but I couldn't remember where I heard it, so I had to ask.

That voice came faintly: "You really forgot about me..."

Hearing this sound, and then thinking of that ancient painting, I suddenly thought of a person, and blurted out: "Su Jin, is that you?"

Chapter 1229 The promise with Su Jin