The years of reselling the haunted house

The room inside was also lit with an oil lamp. As soon as I got in, I saw several people standing in the corner.I was taken aback, completely unaware that there were other people in the room.

But right away I discovered that those standing against the wall were all straw figures.Just like the straw men outside, they are all neatly dressed in various shrouds.Different from the straw figures outside, the straw figures here all have faces, which are facial features drawn on a piece of paper.He pasted this piece of paper on the face of the straw man, which suddenly added a lot of horror to the room.

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But when I saw all this, my heart almost exploded with fright, and I quickly calmed down, thinking that the owner here is a tailor who specializes in making shrouds?But it's the first time I've discovered that you need a model to make shrouds.Were these straw figures her mannequins for displaying shroud styles?

I thought about it wildly, but then I had an idea. The existence of these straw people wearing shrouds just happened to provide me with a great convenience.

Because I was also wearing a shroud, and those straw men were tied as high as a person. If I hid in the team of those straw men, it would be very difficult for people to find out.

I quickly moved the two straw figures to the side, squeezed into the middle, and then pulled the straw man towards me, covering half of my body.

As far as this hiding method is concerned, if you don't come and observe carefully, it should be foolproof.

After all this was done, my heart was a little more at ease.But at this time, footsteps were heard outside, and the court lady walked from outside to the outer room with the bundle of sorghum stalks in her arms.

It's really dangerous. I feel that my experience in this valley can make a thrilling short film.

And where I was standing, I could pass through that door and see most of the outer room.

At this time, with the light of the oil lamp, I finally saw the face of the person outside.

It was indeed a woman, and she was also an old man. To sum it up, she was an old woman dressed as a court lady.

Before, the third uncle once said that the people here must be a person who can control the yin and yang, and if he can control the yin and yang of a place, his Taoism must be extremely high, and he is a powerful character.

Because of my preconceived notions, I subconsciously thought that it would be more appropriate for this person to be an old man who seemed to be inscrutable.I never expected that she would be a seemingly inconspicuous old lady.

The old lady doesn't look very fierce. What is more striking is that she has a bean-sized mole on the corner of her right eye.

The palace lady's costume worn by this old lady is slightly fat, and there is no special mark.

At this time, the old lady threw the bundle of sorghum stalks she was carrying on the ground, and she lifted the lid of the iron pot on the stove.

A puff of heat came up, and at the same time a strong smell came.

The pot was tightly covered just now, and the smell didn't come out too much.As soon as the lid of the pot was lifted, the smell immediately spread throughout the room.

I don't know what was boiled in that pot, but the smell was so strong that I almost coughed out of choking.

The old lady must have gotten used to the smell, not only did she not get choked on, she took a deep breath and stirred the pot with a spoon.

Stirring like this makes the taste even stronger.I held my breath desperately, for fear that I couldn't help making a sound.

Fortunately, after the old lady stirred it up, she put the lid on the pot again.

As the pot was covered, the smell became much lighter.

The old lady didn't notice my existence and was still busy in the outer room.She picked up a sickle, picked up the pile of sorghum stalks brought in from outside, and hacked with the knife.

What she cut was the sorghum ear on the sorghum stalk. In fact, I don't know what it is, but I feel that it looks a bit like sorghum, so I call it that for the time being.

The old lady chopped off the sorghum ears, gathered them together, lifted the lid of the pot, and threw all the things into the iron pot.

Then she put some firewood in the stove, and the fire under the stove burned up quickly, boiling the pot until it was bubbling.

Only then did I understand that she had planted so many crops, and her ultimate goal was to use the fruits of those crops to cook.However, those sorghum ears were cut and not processed, so they didn't look like boiled food. In addition, the taste of the food was so pungent, and it didn't seem like it could be eaten directly.

First of all, it is certain that these things are definitely not sorghum, otherwise they would not have such a strong choking taste.

After the old lady finished all this, she picked up the pile of sorghum stalks with the sorghum ears cut off, and carried them directly into the room where I was this time.

I was so scared that I didn't dare to breathe. This room is less than twenty square meters in total. If I make any noise, let alone this old lady has Taoism, even an ordinary old lady will probably find me.

The old lady carried those sorghum stalks to the window, and I was able to take a look at the other facilities in this room except these straw figures.

Right next to the window, there was a guillotine. The blade of the guillotine was cold, and the moonlight shining in from outside the window made it a bit creepy. It was extremely sharp at first glance.

The old lady was not idle, and after entering the house, she began to use the guillotine to chop the sorghum stalks, and the sorghum stalks were quickly cut into sections.

And this strange old lady seemed to be completing a complete set of procedures. After cutting out the sorghum stalks, she picked up a leather hammer and put the sorghum stalks that had been cut into sections on an iron stand. The leather hammer smashed it again and again.

After flattening the sorghum stalks, she picked them up one by one, and wove the sorghum stalks and leaves with her hands.

The old lady did a good job, and within 10 minutes, she made a straw man and stood it on the ground.

I also understood that the straw figures I saw were all made by this old lady.

I just don't know if the two straw figures we found on the Li's cabinet have anything to do with this old lady.

The old lady finished making up a straw figure, and she seemed a little tired.She poked the straw man on the ground, stood up and stretched her limbs.

From the time I saw her, she first chopped a large bundle of sorghum stalks, then brought them in, cut sorghum ears and threw them into the pot, then came in again, first with a guillotine, then with a leather hammer, and finally He also wove a straw figure with his own hands.

I didn't see her rest for a while during this time, let alone an elderly person, if I were to do these tasks, I'm afraid I might not be able to complete them with quality and quantity like her.

It can be seen that this old lady really has a side that is beyond ordinary people.At least this physical strength is something I am ashamed of.

I've been digging into this house for a while, and I don't seem to find any useful clues other than what I've seen.As for the trail of the third uncle I want to track down, it has nothing to do with this place.

And I was blocked in the house by this old lady.There was no bed in this room, so it shouldn't be a place for her to rest.So I can only hope that she is tired from work, and when it's time for her to rest, she should leave here as soon as possible.I'd better go outside to continue looking for Uncle San's whereabouts.

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But the old lady seemed to be against me, she stretched her waist a few times, beat her back with her hands, and picked something off the wall.

I blinked my eyes hard, and I recognized it, and I recognized it. What she took off seemed to be a cigarette pole.

I am no stranger to this stuff, so I know it because I saw that many people in our hometown like to smoke this kind of dry tobacco.Later, I ran into an old stall owner. The old man was definitely a smoker, and he never left his cigarette pipe every day.

I didn't expect that the old lady also had this hobby, so she took the pipe stem off the wall and knocked it on the soles of her feet.

My attention was quickly attracted by the tobacco rod in her hand.

The room is not big, and I am only two meters away from her.So although the light of the oil lamp is not too bright, the existence of the tobacco rod is very eye-catching.

Compared with the tobacco rod in the old stall, the one in the old lady's hand is obviously thicker and longer.

Looking at the thickness, it is as thick as a thumb, and the length is two inches longer than the one at the old stall.The old stall owner once told me when he was fine, and there are many talks about this pipe rod.

The three important components of the pipe rod are the tobacco rod, the tobacco pot, and the cigarette holder. Although these three seem to be a simple combination, it is not easy to get a good pipe rod.First of all, the material should be good, and secondly, the production process should be good. After the perfect combination, it is a standard pipe rod.

I remember that's about it. Since I don't pay much attention to this thing, I didn't listen to it too much.

Now I observe the tobacco rod in the old lady's hand, and find that not only is it thicker and longer than ordinary ones, but the tobacco pot and cigarette holder are also different.

Due to the thickness of the tobacco rod, the smoke pot and the mouthpiece also need to be enlarged in the same proportion.The smoke pot was bright yellow, probably made of high-quality brass, and it was about the size of a small wine cup.And the whole body of the cigarette holder is green and looks warm and smooth, so it should be made of high-quality jade.

The whole body of the tobacco rod was dark, and under the light of the oil lamp, there was a layer of dark light.Makes the stem look like it's been given a matte finish.

Even if I don't understand this tobacco rod, I can still tell that it is not an ordinary thing.

I didn't expect this old lady to have a habit of smoking dry tobacco.

The old lady took the cigarette rod in her hand, and put the pipe pot into the maid's dress she was wearing.It was only then that I noticed that there was a big pocket sewn on the top of the palace lady's gown, and the inside of the big pocket was bulging.

The smoke pot reached into his pocket, scooped up the contents of the smoke pot and took it out.

Judging by common sense, the bag must contain shredded tobacco.

The old lady pressed the shredded tobacco in the smoke pot with her hands, and then sent the smoke pot to the flame of the oil lamp.

After taking two puffs, the shredded tobacco quickly burned.

I thought about it, it seemed that the old lady was also tired and wanted to smoke a cigarette to relieve her fatigue.

I saw all this series of actions in my eyes.It's not that I'm so bored, and it's not that there's something interesting about this old lady smoking, but that I'm trapped here, unable to move or move. The old lady smokes, so I have to watch it even if I don't.

The cigarette was smoked, and the old lady took two greedy puffs.He sucked the cigarette from the mouthpiece and spit it out again.

The smoke rose up, and the smell was released all at once.

I'm not far away, and I can smell the smoke.I frowned, and felt that the smell of the smoke was completely different from the smoke from the old stall.

This does not seem to be some dry tobacco.

I feel that the old lady's tobacco pipe is different, and the dry tobacco she smokes is also somewhat different from ordinary cigarettes.

I have never smoked cigarettes, let alone dry tobacco, and I don't know what kind of cigarette this old lady is smoking.It is said that people who often smoke dry tobacco can know where and what kind of tobacco leaves are produced by smelling the smoke.

So I was just puzzled, but I didn't know anything about the smoke, so I could only pay attention to the behavior of the old lady.

The old lady squatted on the ground and took a few puffs of cigarettes first.

Contrary to what I had imagined, the smoke of the dry smoke rose up, but it did not fill the room, but dissipated quickly.

I was so anxious that I hid in this room and was so close to that old lady. The longer I spent, the easier it would be for her to spot me.And now I am maintaining a posture and not daring to move, my body is already stiff and unbearable.I can't guarantee that I didn't pay attention to make some movement.I can only try my best to hide myself.

And the old lady didn't seem to have any intention of leaving the room, she took a puff of cigarettes first, then she dug out a shroud from the cabinet, and put it on the straw figure she had tied up with her own hands.

It seems that this is a complete set of procedures, these straw people wearing shrouds are all produced by the old lady's assembly line.

Then the old lady lifted the straw man and faced the row of straw men by the wall.His eyes also swept over these grass figures.

My heart trembled, because I was among these straw people, and it was not too difficult to find me.

But no matter how much I wanted to hide, it was too late. In fact, I had nowhere to hide, so I could only bite the bullet and hold on.

Fortunately, the oil lamp in this room is placed on the side of the window, the light by the wall is not bright, and the eyes of the old lady are probably not very good, she just glanced casually, holding her newly-pricked grass The man came over and put the straw man in the line.

After finishing all this, the old lady also turned around and walked to the door with the big cigarette stick in her hand.

I felt relieved, it seemed that in the middle of the night, the old lady had finally finished her busy work, and it was time to go to bed.

However, when the old lady walked to the door, as if she suddenly remembered something, she stood still and turned her head suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, she turned back and suddenly walked towards our row of straw men again.

My heart tightened again, and I said it was bad, she couldn't have found me, could she?

If this is the case, I have already thought about it in my heart at this time, at worst, I will fight her.Looking at such a dry old lady, even if she knows Taoism, as the saying goes, no matter how good the martial arts are, one is afraid of the kitchen knife, and no matter how good the martial arts is, one brick will knock her down.I'm going head-to-head with her, presumably an old lady can't do anything to me.

With this idea in mind, I'm ready.

But then, the old lady walked up to the row of straw figures with a pipe in her hand and stopped suddenly. Of course, there was such a strange person as me among the straw figures.The old lady stood in front, like a general who was about to inspect soldiers, with a dignified appearance.

But her dry face, coupled with such a court lady's attire, looked terrifying.I didn't dare to look directly into her eyes, and I still stood inside the straw man.

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Since she didn't see me, I had to keep pretending, and I didn't dare to blink.

But the old lady stood there for a while, raised the pipe rod again, brought it to her mouth, and took two puffs.Some shredded tobacco that had been extinguished was sizzling again.

Next, the old lady made another amazing scene.

She walked slowly to the first one in the line of straw men, and puffed out a puff of smoke.The puff of smoke was spraying on the straw man's face.

Due to the angle, I couldn't see the straw man's face, and I didn't know what effect the old lady would have if she smoked it.

And the old lady finished the first one, took another puff, and started the second one.

I was stunned, according to this order, spray three more and it will be me.I should run or stay, or else I would rush out, and I should be able to run out of this room too.

But the old lady didn't give me this chance. She sprayed smoke on the faces of those straw figures continuously, and she came to me in the blink of an eye.

The old lady had a puff of cigarette in her mouth, and when I was about to spray it on my face, the two of us looked at each other with four eyes.

Time seemed to freeze for about two seconds.

"Ah..." I cried out, subconsciously wanting to push the old lady away and rush out of the house.

And the old lady didn't spit out a puff of cigarettes, but almost choked her own lungs. Fortunately, she reacted in time, and puffed out the remaining half puff of cigarettes.

This half puff of smoke is not small, and all of it was sprayed on my face without any waste.

My first feeling was that the smoke was very choking, with a strong burnt smell, and then I felt the trachea tightened, and the face of the old lady in front of me became more and more ferocious, as if she was about to eat people .

But when I want to do other movements, I feel weak all over, and my limbs can no longer exert strength.

Next, I saw that the scene in front of me became more and more blurred, and as soon as my body softened, I fell directly to the ground.

All I saw was that the face of the old lady was also coming closer, almost touching my face.

Soon, I lost consciousness and felt light in my body.

I have been in a coma several times in the past, due to various reasons. Although I lost consciousness every time, my body still felt a little bit.

But this time was different. After I passed out of a coma, it was as if I had passed away.

After I opened my eyes again, I don't know how much time has passed.