The years of reselling the haunted house

I waved my hand: "Don't mention this, let's talk about the house. You mean that the ghost in that house is a confinement ghost, but your judgment is a bloody ghost?"

The third uncle said: "Yes. So all the arrangements are made according to dealing with the bloody ghost. Including the puppet in your hand. The bloody ghost didn't give birth to the child because it was stillborn, so treat the child There will be a special nostalgia. According to the five elements, I found the baby's lanugo hair of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, and five fates. I sewed the lanugo hair into the doll. I let you spit for that person I added popularity. If the ghost is a bloody ghost, throwing the doll out will attract the bloody ghost. You can use this opportunity to escape. Unfortunately, it is a confinement ghost, and it was not fooled."

"So that's how it is." I nodded, "Actually, it's not useless at all. I threw out this doll, and the pressure on my shoulders was indeed much lighter. I just took this opportunity to run out."

The third uncle smiled bitterly: "It can only be said that you escaped by chance because you were close to the door. At that time, whatever you threw could attract the confinement ghost's attention."

Talking about the thing in the deserted building made me afraid for a while.I wiped the sweat from my brow and said to my third uncle, "Tell me what you found on the second floor? This is what I've always been curious about."

When mentioning the second floor, the third uncle immediately sighed: "It's stupid, it's so embarrassing, Waterloo, I, Li Dongbin, have left Maicheng..."

I waved my hand: "What time is it, don't show off your historical allusions, talk about things."

Chapter 8 The Strange Flower Pot

The third uncle yawned, took out his mobile phone to check the time, and said, "Let's go. After a tossing all night, let's go out to have some morning tea. The third uncle treats guests. Let's talk while eating."

Speaking of which, the third uncle returned to normal, and walked out swaggeringly.

I had to follow behind, muttering: "Breakfast is breakfast, what are you dragging, and you have morning tea."

We are used to ridiculing each other, and the third uncle ignored me and led me out of the basement.

Sure enough, the sky was already bright at this time, and after leaving the basement, a fresh air penetrated into my lungs, and I took a few deep breaths, which was very comfortable.My stomach grumbled a few times, and I was a little inexplicably excited. I have heard of Cantonese morning tea, barbecued pork buns, shrimp dumplings, preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and roast goose with chicken feet. You can finally have a real treat.

The third uncle took me to a food stall that had just opened, and greeted me with open arms: "Guozi, I'll give you a lung, let's eat..."

The third uncle speaks half-baked Cantonese, mixed with his original accent, which sounds ridiculous.

Although there are a lot of migrants in Shenzhen, most of them are concentrated in the city. It is located in the suburbs, and there are quite a lot of locals who want to come here.The third uncle hangs around here, and can more or less speak some local slang.

The food stall guarded two bungalows, with two sheds in front and tables and chairs underneath, and there were already two groups of diners eating.

After the third uncle said hello, a man wearing an apron came out from the inside and waved to the third uncle: "Hehe, isn't this the uncle, the uncle Li? I was thinking about how long you will not come Already, have you gone Gaha during this time?"

I heard a black line on my face. This Guozi speaks authentic Northeast dialect. What kind of Cantonese is this?

The third uncle laughed twice, and returned to his normal accent, and responded: "I have something to do these two days, and my eldest nephew has come to join me. How is the boss's business? I said you have been in Guangdong for many years, right? Why does it still taste like a big northeaster?"

Guozai waved his hand: "The small business is so-so, and this local accent is hard to change. I'm afraid I won't be able to change it until I die. This is your nephew. He is so handsome. He is as good as I was when I was young. Sit down and sit down. Are you still in the same old way?"

The third uncle nodded: "Yes, this time give me two copies."

The third uncle took me to sit down, and introduced that Guozai is a very nice person with a cheerful personality, and gets along well with the people around him.

While talking, things were brought up.I was a little dumbfounded when I saw it, tofu nao, fried dough sticks, steamed buns, pickled side dishes, etc. How can this be Cantonese morning tea?

I pointed at the food with a bitter face: "I said third uncle, this is the morning tea you invited me to eat?"

Thinking about it now, there is a fashionable saying to describe my mentality at that time, that is: I took off my pants, so you give me this?

The third uncle sneered twice: "Isn't the money tight these days, the third uncle? When you earn money from this job, the third uncle will definitely take you to a high-end restaurant for morning tea. Today, let's pad your stomach first..."

This is very in line with the third uncle's style, so I laughed it off.

Sit down to have breakfast, the hot tofu nao and the crispy fried fritters are very comfortable to eat, warm in the stomach, and the fatigue and tension of the night are swept away.

After the stomach was full, Guozai brought two big bowls of tea. We drank slowly, and the third uncle told me how we went to the second floor.

For the convenience of expression, I will describe what happened at that time from the perspective of my third uncle.

The third uncle said: I went up the stairs to the second floor smoothly, and nothing happened.But I obviously feel that the temperature on the second floor is much lower than that on the first floor.Although the windows were all closed, the wind blowing from nowhere made me feel cold, and I shivered several times in a row.I took a picture with a flashlight and found that there were three rooms on the second floor besides a small living room.

Because I wanted to trace the source of the rope hanging from the Bodhisattva, I first walked towards the room in that direction.

Since the corridor has not been ventilated for a long time, and no one has lived in it for a long time, naturally no one cleans it.The ground was full of dust. I walked over and stirred up the dust. When the flashlight flickered, it was even more smoky and dusty. I couldn't see the scene and objects in front of me clearly for a while.I couldn't help coughing twice. (Hearing this, I remembered that I did hear Uncle Three coughing twice)

When I walked in from the direction of the stairs, I found that the doors of the two rooms on the left side of the corridor were open, and it was dark inside.I shook the inside with a flashlight, and there were wooden beds inside. There were no quilts on them, only bare wooden boards.There were thick curtains on the windows, so that no light could come in.I didn't go inside, because there was nothing strange at first glance.

I went to the third room, which was opposite the other two rooms.At this time, I realized that the downstairs of this room is the one where the Buddha is hanging.And this room should be the room where you said you saw the shadow when we were outside.

So I stood in the doorway and shone my torch in, and watched more carefully.

But the strange thing is that the room is empty, without any furniture.Since I found nothing, I turned around and left.But at this moment the flashlight swayed to the curtain, and it seemed that there was something on the window sill behind the curtain.

The thing behind the curtain was illuminated by the flashlight, and the outline was completely printed on the curtain, round and hairy.

So I stepped into that room, stretched out my hand and opened the curtain at once, and the flashlight shone through at the same time.

The third uncle's speech speed is not fast, but the description is vivid, just like commenting on a storytelling book, and there is a sudden pause at this point.I was fascinated without knowing it, as if I was on the scene, the tense plot made me clenched my fists and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The third uncle picked up the bowl, drank a big sip of tea, and continued to narrate: What was placed on the window sill turned out to be a pot of flowers.The round thing I photographed is the flower pot.

I feel very strange, everything in this room has been emptied, why leave this pot of flowers alone?

I couldn't help being curious, so I shone the light directly on it and observed it carefully.This flower grows very well, lush and lush, and the leaves are not too big, about seven or eight pieces.I'm not very familiar with flowers and plants, so I don't know what kind of flower this is.But soon I could see that something was wrong with the flower.

First of all, the flower pot, I didn't pay much attention at the beginning, but later I found out that the utensil with flowers is not a flower pot, but a bowl.

This bowl is larger than the big sea bowls we usually see, and it is very deep. The bowl seems to be made of iron, and there are many carved patterns on the outside of the iron bowl.What's even more frightening is that the iron bowl should be very hard, but it cracked several holes downward from the mouth of the bowl.It was as if something was expanding in the bowl and cracked the iron bowl.

If you look carefully, the flower plant that grew out of the bowl, from the root, to the rhizome, to the leaves, has clearly visible things like blood vessels.The red liquid flows down the blood vessels from under the iron bowl to each leaf.Even the top two leaves have dark red liquid hanging from the tips, like dewdrops.

The red liquid, like dewdrops, has been hanging on the tip of the leaf, and it will drip on the window sill after a while.I also just noticed that the red liquid had gathered on the window sill into a small stream, flowed down the window sill to the ground, and seeped down from the corner of the wall.I think the blood on the rope that hangs the Bodhisattva is from here.

At this time, something even more terrifying happened. When I was observing it, the blood vessels inside the flower and plant suddenly became thicker, and the speed of the blood flowing inside also doubled, as if I sensed my existence.And on each blade, a strange human face appeared.

It was a small face, the skin on the face was wrinkled, and the eyes on that face were like dead fish, staring at me firmly.

I have a bad feeling, this situation has greatly exceeded my expectations.So I yelled, and Li Yang ran away.

At the same time, I also turned around, trying to rush out of the room and run downstairs.

Who knew that as soon as I turned around, the door was blown by a gust of wind and closed with a bang.I slammed into the door all at once, almost out of breath.I tried my best to open the door, but the door was tightly closed, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't open it.

And I felt sticky under my feet, I looked down and found that the blood in the flowers and plants had covered the whole floor, and the blood was spreading down my trouser legs and towards me.

There was also an inexplicable gust of wind blowing in the room, which lifted the curtains and made a rattling noise.

I was afraid that you would come to look for me, so I called out again.He broke the boat, bit the blood on the tip of his tongue, and sprayed two mouthfuls into the room.

After the blood fog passed, it should have some effect.My mind was also cleared up a lot. I kicked open the window and jumped down the second floor.

Fortunately, there was a lot of trash piled up underneath, so I didn't get hurt.

The third uncle finished speaking in one breath, took another two mouthfuls of tea, and wiped the cold sweat off his face.

I was still terrified when I heard that, calmed down my nervous mood, and said, "You never thought that jumping from the second floor is also very dangerous."

The third uncle shook his head: "I didn't think about it that much at the time. I only had one thought, which was to run out of that house quickly. That thing is too evil. I didn't expect that I, Li Dongbin, would encounter such a big problem for the first time when I came out of the mountain. Could it be Is it a test for me, Li Dongbin?"

I smiled bitterly and said, "Then why don't we give up this house?"

The third uncle waved his hand: "No way. Give up, where are we going to get the 30 yuan? But this time we have to be prepared. I have to figure out what the name of the flower in that bowl is. I'll give it to you Draw it, see if you recognize it?"

While talking, the third uncle asked Guozai for a pen and paper, lying on the table, drawing on the paper while remembering.

Soon, he drew a picture on the paper.I saw that although the third uncle's painting skills are really not flattering, he can still outline the outline of the iron bowl, flowers and plants.It is similar to what he described. I am not interested in flowers and plants, and I don’t know the flowers after seeing them.

I shook my head, and the third uncle was also frowning, staring at the piece of paper in a daze.

Chapter 9 Madara

At this time, Guozai came over with a large kettle to refill the water for us.

He found that the third uncle was staring at the paper, curious, so he also lowered his head to look at the paper.

This is also human nature, and everyone has curiosity.Unexpectedly, Guozai looked at it for a while, and suddenly pointed to the iron bowl on the paper and said, "This...have you seen this thing before?"

The third uncle was shocked, looked up at Guozai, and asked, "What? You know this thing?"

Guozai nodded: "It happened a few years ago, but I have a deep impression. I shouldn't remember it wrong."

The third uncle hurriedly pulled Guozi back, sat down, and said anxiously: "Quickly, tell me, where did you see this thing?"

Guozai lowered his voice, and said mysteriously: "Do you know the old Chen's house? The second floor of Chen Dafa's house, the haunted house where two people died?"

Uncle San said he knew.

Guozai continued: "At that time, Li Ximei was pregnant, and one day she came to my food stall holding this bowl with her stomach full. Although she is a shrew and a womanizer, she lives in the same village anyway, I was pregnant with the child, so I went up to help her get the bowl. Who knew that this woman didn't know what to do, and gave me a look, as if I was afraid that I would snatch her broken bowl. She waited at the food stall for a while, and came The outsiders, who seem to be kebabs, didn't eat at my place, and left in a hurry. As a result, within a few days, Mrs. Chen chopped Li Ximei to death with a shovel. So what happened that day has a special impression on me. Deep. This bowl is also very special, I have never seen it anywhere else. This thing must be an antique, otherwise why is she so careful?"

Uncle San pointed to the plant on the painting and asked, "What about this one? Did you see her holding this plant?"

Guozai looked at it for a while, then shook his head: "It's definitely not, I remember it was just an empty bowl. But the kebab guy carried a bag, I don't know what's in it."

The third uncle nodded and gave the meal money.

The origin of the bowl is known, but the flower and plant are still not clear.But after I came out, I came up with an idea and asked my third uncle, "Do you know where the library in the city is?"

The third uncle's brain is not stupid, and his eyes lit up when he heard it: "Do you want to go to the library to find out the origin of this plant? Or is it that you are so stupid that my old brain can't think of it? Let's go, let's go to the city now .”

We took a taxi, went to the city library in a hurry, went through the formalities, and started to look up materials.

Since the third uncle only saw the external shape of the plant, we don't know anything else.So the search was not smooth. We searched from the morning to the afternoon, but found several similar plant pictures, but the third uncle didn't dare to confirm.

At this moment, there was a man sitting across the table, who had been looking at us looking around, and seeing our pictures spread on the table, he was curious, and asked: "It seems that you don't look like people who study botany, What exactly are you looking for?"

My third uncle and I looked up at the same time, and saw an old man opposite, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with silver-white hair, and a pen and notebook on the table. He looked like a scholar.

The third uncle hurried over and showed the old man the piece of paper he had drawn: "Old man, we are looking for this kind of plant. You are very knowledgeable, do you know what it is?"

The third uncle's painting is really not flattering, it's not much better than a child's graffiti.The old man frowned, took off his glasses and wiped them, then put them back on for a closer look.

After watching for more than ten minutes, the old man slowly raised his head, his glasses rested on the bridge of his nose, and stared at us without blinking.I was so stared at by him, I quickly waved my hand and called the old man.

Only then did the old man come to his senses and asked us, "Where have you seen this flower?"

Just as I opened my mouth to say something, the third uncle said first: "Oh, no. This is a picture that a friend of mine passed on to me, and he probably drew it randomly..."

I glanced at Third Uncle, his lies were not clever at all, and it sounded full of loopholes to me.

But the old man didn't think about it, he just nodded, clicked on the picture with a pen, got up and went to the library area, found a few books and brought them back.After some rummaging, I finally spread out a book, pointed to it and said, "Let me just say, this kind of plant is not common here. It is really produced in the ancient Western Regions. Due to geographical and weather reasons, Even if it is brought to our side, it is estimated that it will be difficult to survive.”

As if we had found a treasure, we didn't pay attention to the old man anymore, but took the book and looked down.

That book is a translation, and it introduces some customs and customs in the ancient Western Regions.There is a picture on the page of the book. Although the third uncle's picture is completely different, judging from the characteristics, the two are consistent. It seems that the old man has found it accurately.

According to the book, this plant is called Madura, the roots can be used as medicine, and the leaves are highly poisonous.So there is another name called hell grass.

There is another legend about this hell grass.It is said that there are two young people who are in love with each other. The man died because of love, and the woman stayed together hard, so they raised a Madara.The leaves of Madara will be poisoned by others, but she can touch and cherish them every day and water them with tears.Until 18 years later, the root of the Madura plant broke out of the ground and turned into a lovely doll, which was very similar to the man, and lived with the woman until the woman was old, and the doll also escaped into the soil and disappeared.

There are not many introductions to this Metadora in the book. After reading these, there is nothing of value.

The third uncle closed the book and nodded to the old man: "Thank you, old man, let's go first."

The old man glanced at us and said with a smile: "My surname is Ma, and I am a professor at the School of Paleontology of Shenzhen Bincheng University (the real school is hidden, please do not check the number). May I ask why you are looking for this kind of flower?"

I just noticed that the old man's eyes were hungry.It can be seen that this old man is also very interested in this kind of Madura.It's just that we don't know his real intention yet, so naturally we can't tell the truth.

I hastily explained casually: "It's nothing, we just saw a picture on the Internet and were more interested, so let's check it out."

With that said, my third uncle and I left our seats and walked towards the door.Unexpectedly, the old man also stood up and followed a few steps behind: "Then which website did you see this kind of flower? Have you ever seen this kind of flower? Can you take me to see it?"

I was just talking nonsense, how the hell do I know what website it is?What's more, it has nothing to do with the origin of the ink painting that the second uncle just said, but the old man didn't seem to pursue these things, but was eager to see this kind of flower.But having said that, the hell grass is in that haunted house, how could I take an outsider to see it?

I saw that the old man had a strong sense of learning, fearing that he would entangle us, he didn't dare to answer any more questions, so he hurriedly pulled the second uncle's head and ran out of the library without looking back.

The old man's legs and feet were not as sharp as ours, and he was finally thrown off by us.The third uncle looked back and said, "Is this old man not in good spirits? It looks like he's going to eat us both."

I laughed and said, "From the moment we entered, he seemed to be staring at us. An elderly pedant like him generally has a weird personality. I guess he studied this, and he has a sense of this kind of strange flowers and plants." The interest is also normal. Leave him alone and focus on what is in front of you first, we have found the hell grass, will this be useful for us to break the haunted house?"

"It will definitely work. Now my mind is still a little confused, let's go back first, and wait for me to take a good look."

We went back to the basement by car again. Since yesterday, until now, we have not rested or closed our eyes.At this time, when I returned to my residence, I was already exhausted.Although the third uncle's residence was a mess, I had no time to take care of it at this time, so I fell asleep on the bunk.

I don't know how long it took, I suddenly heard a crisp sound, which woke me up from my dream.

I sat up suddenly, and saw my third uncle standing on the ground, picking up the broken wine bottles on the ground.

Seeing me wake up, the third uncle laughed and said, "I'm sorry, I accidentally kicked it into pieces. If you wake up, don't sleep. Let me analyze the iron bowl and hell grass for you."

I rubbed my sleepy eyes and yawned: "Third Uncle, what time is it? What are you fussing about? Didn't you sleep?"

The third uncle's eyes were red, and he said: "Sleep ass, you slept all afternoon. I'm not as big-hearted as you. If I don't understand the matter, can I sleep?"

"Then you figured it out?"

The third uncle patted his chest: "Nonsense. Who am I, Li Dongbin, is it hard for me to deal with such a small matter? Listen to me and tell you..."

The third uncle came over, pushed the sundries to the side, vacated a place, sat down and said, "First of all, this is the iron bowl... We have all been misled. First of all, this bowl is not made of iron, but copper... ..."

I was taken aback: "Is there any difference between an iron bowl and a copper bowl?"

The third uncle smiled: "That's a big difference. The reason why I believe this bowl is copper is because I am sure that this bowl is used to lock the soul. The reason why the copper bowl can lock the soul is not the bowl, but the bowl. It lies in copper. In feng shui, many evil spirits belong to the earth in the five elements, and to resolve these evil spirits, the gold in the five elements is the best choice. Because the earth produces gold, gold can vent the air of the earth. Of course, the metal belongs to Metal is used, and gold is the highest among metals. But gold is too expensive, so copper has become the most suitable material. For example, some copper ornaments, ancient copper coins, etc. are widely used as Feng Shui supplies. The reason for this copper bowl It's the same, it's probably used to dispel the evil spirit."